After connecting his smartphone, N was stunned to discover that his phone knows he’s planning to travel to Canada.
“The phone knows more about you than you do yourself,” I said. “But it doesn’t love you nearly as much as I do!”
By the way, I went to a grocery store this morning to get ingredients for N’s okroshka (a nasty dish he loves for some weird reason) and was spooked in the aisle by a robot that creeped up on me from behind and was clearly tracking what I did. Once I noticed it, the robot slunk away. It was a big thing, almost my height. I sent a written complaint to the management.