Machines Rule!

He says that one day he will turn on his computer or cell and the message will be "WE HAVE TAKEN OVER. WAIT FOR INSTRUCTIONS."

Now, I am one who sorta believes that machines are sentient.  Call me crazy; you wouldn't be the first.

Ever notice that bitty green light on your cable box?  Or the way the light in the fridge comes on every time you open the door?  How do they know how to do that? Of course, I could be paranoid, but I'm just sayin'. . . ..

Think about this.  Your refrigerator breaks down. The freezer starts baking the ice cream.  You kick it and curse it and finally come to your senses and replace it. No point in repairing it; the service call alone pays for the new one.  You discuss the fridge woes in front of the microwave....suddenly, the nuke goes into meltdown.  You sneak off to the basement to complain, but the washer hears you and starts spraying water over the piles of clean clothes and the dryer follows suit with cold air.

Be careful what you say in front of the hot water tank....

So you go outside, but the lawn mower is listening....

Before long, it's a second mortgage to replace everything and you still have learned nada.

I swear they THINK.  They COMMISERATE.  They PLOT.  It could be the radio that Hubby left on, but I think I hear my circa 1990 television conversing with the food processor.

The Amish have a good idea--live simply.  I am applauding their hard work ethic.  They manage without electricity and automobiles. They hang their clothes that they made by hand.  They are mostly self-sufficient.  I am admiring their lifestyle.

I am doing it while using my cell to access e-mail, playing Slotmania on the computer, having the TV on for noise, enjoying an iced coffee (brewed in an electric drip coffeemaker) with plenty of ice from my freshly cleaned out freezer.  I nuked a potato for supper, drove my car one mile to the store where I could have walked to buy a mass-produced loaf of bread that probably has rodent hair in it.  I read the paper by a 150 watt bulb, showered in hot water from a tank that is quick-recovery and used an electric hair dryer. I was cold and flipped the furnace switch.  So much for simple.

Am I willing to give up my machines?  Heck, no!  In spite of the fact that I don't trust them, I find that If I say nice things around them they make my life easier. I'll purr at them and tell them how wonderful they are.  I will curse them only when I am shopping for their successor, and then only at a distance from anything that may blab.

If the machines take over the world, it's because we let them!