After watching the episode entitled "Joan is Awful" on Black Mirror streaming on Netflix last night (as many people did), with any sense I'd smash my computer and my iPhone with an axe and hope I can get away with living out my life sans AI interference. It may be too late, though, since all my personal info is already stored in a giant cloud overhead, making me nothing but an insignificant pixel in the movie called "People, Ha!"
A few nights ago during dinner in our kitchen, my husband and I were alarmed when a loud female voice advised that she "couldn't really do that," whatever it was, further explaining it was outside her bailiwick, at least for now. The thing is, we don't have any of those Siri-listening things, like Alexa and Echo -- not even a Roomba which I totally do not trust -- so who or what was that? Apparently the voice came from our TV, two rooms away and turned off at the time.
You better watch your microaggressions, bro, that's all I'm saying.
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