Between a childhood of Star Trek and the NSA's contretemps and Google...well, being Google, I've burned out to an almost 'okay, get my data, this shit is on you' philosophy. I once spent like an hour making Alexa do arithmetic before asking for a good place to bury bodies and add bleach to my shopping list and a google history that includes illegal weapons research and the current status of the breeding of Savannah cats all on the same day and that's just me living my best casual surfing daily life and those all constitute the highlights of interesting for it goes down from there.

Like I almost hope I hit a flag and some poor fucker is required to examine every ridiculous thing I look up, read, type, or ask Alexa, and God willing, when I haven't slept in twenty four hours and nothing I google is even close to correctly spelled and sometimes, pig latin, and that one time I was tryign to find out the source of a gay anime bdsm vid from 2004 on one of my drives that had no author or title so google to work out what the hell was going on (I think there's a twink cage match involved?) and ninety two sites for 'how much broccoli is it safe for a rabbit to eat' (answer: all of them different). That day, for one shining moment, I will know what it feels like to be Satan condemning someone to their own personal hell; I suspect it'll be super great.