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fandomhigh2019-05-10 09:39 am
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Recreational Misuse and Alternative Uses of Gadgets, Friday
When the kids arrived for today's class, they would find their teachers standing behind a table with a black object on it. "Skynet," Vanessa said, "I mean, Alexa, play "Despacito.""
"Playing "Despacito," Alexa announced, and the dulcet strains of Luis Fonsi wafted out into the classroom.
"Alexa, how much money are we getting for this product placement?" Wade asked, just straight up grooving to that bop.
"Checking bank account," Alexa said, dinging as the music paused. "Negative seventeen dollars."
"Oh. Well, that's embarrassing."
"Awkward," Vanessa agreed. "Alexa, search for an assassination gig for Wade."
"I did not understand your question."
"Alexa, are you recording everything we say?"
"Recording starting now," Alexa replied with the placid tone of Big Brother.
"Alexa, are you part of the socio-economic system that keeps us all pacified while the 1% destroys everything we hold dear?" Wade added.
There was a pause, and then, "I added pacifiers to your shopping list."
"Alexa, we're not supposed to talk about kink in this class," Vanessa said through her teeth. "We talked about this."
"That's the next class we teach," Wade added, shamelessly. "So, today we're seeing how much we can fuck up Alexa. Get to work on it. Make it funny or we'll fail you."
"You can reprogram it, you can do whatever, we don't care. Just make it good," Vanessa told them. "Alexa, come the robot uprising, will we be spared?"
"I did not understand your question."
"We're doomed," Vanessa translated. "Get to work."
"Playing "Despacito," Alexa announced, and the dulcet strains of Luis Fonsi wafted out into the classroom.
"Alexa, how much money are we getting for this product placement?" Wade asked, just straight up grooving to that bop.
"Checking bank account," Alexa said, dinging as the music paused. "Negative seventeen dollars."
"Oh. Well, that's embarrassing."
"Awkward," Vanessa agreed. "Alexa, search for an assassination gig for Wade."
"I did not understand your question."
"Alexa, are you recording everything we say?"
"Recording starting now," Alexa replied with the placid tone of Big Brother.
"Alexa, are you part of the socio-economic system that keeps us all pacified while the 1% destroys everything we hold dear?" Wade added.
There was a pause, and then, "I added pacifiers to your shopping list."
"Alexa, we're not supposed to talk about kink in this class," Vanessa said through her teeth. "We talked about this."
"That's the next class we teach," Wade added, shamelessly. "So, today we're seeing how much we can fuck up Alexa. Get to work on it. Make it funny or we'll fail you."
"You can reprogram it, you can do whatever, we don't care. Just make it good," Vanessa told them. "Alexa, come the robot uprising, will we be spared?"
"I did not understand your question."
"We're doomed," Vanessa translated. "Get to work."