The other day, I logged into twitter and happened to look at the list of people twitter suggests I follow and right at the top of the list was Jimmy John’s sandwiches. I had literally just thought about ordering a Jimmy John’s sandwich. Y’all, I think the robots in the internet *know* me.
I don’t know what this means exactly. I see it playing out one of two ways.
1. The robots in the internet and I become great lifelong friends. I make the internet the godrobot of my children. We both retire and buy houses next door to each other by the lake. I speak at the internets funeral and later find out that the internet robots left me all of their money.
2. The robots in the internet use me to conquer the human race and rule the world tyrannically as robots are want to do. The enslaved human race tells tales of my epic stupidity for the rest of all time. Why oh why did I open myself up via love of sandwiches to the internet?
I’m sincerely hoping for the first but I just as sincerely think you should actively prepare for the second. Sorry about that.