I'm old enough to remember when the sci-fi notion of a disembodied computer voice waking you up in the morning, knowing enough about you to strike up a conversation, and accompanying you through your daily routine sounded wonderful.
Now it gives me chills. That old wonderful dream is actually possible now if I turned off all my malware blockers and let :lord-bezos-amused: fully into my home.
I used to look forward to watching Bill Maher every Friday night up until I hit the age of 19.
Now I'm 28 and I wish for Bill's physical body and soul to agree to disagree and part ways.