One hundred words on electric sheep ::

Some winter mornings when I check my weather widget, it tells me the day will be warm. Not just warm: beautiful, perfect. My weather widget dreams. I put my computer to sleep and it drifts away. I wake it up in the morning and it’s still there, away, sleepily oblivious to cold Canberra mornings. Doe-eyed, it tells me it’s a beautiful day, Ashley, and tomorrow will be beautiful too. Hell, the rest of the week. Then I see the widget’s not predicting weather here. Not even close. It’s still there, away, Cupertino, California, and who knows how it got there.

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