Be careful what you wish for, fish for, piss for, swill for, distill for, quill for, drill for, till for; beware what hails you, nails you, sells you promise of hands- free, stress-free, debt-free. When the machine is given a sequence of instructions, it spits out what you think a prodigy might produce— The wind-up automaton, jointed, eerie eye-socketed; clicks and whirs, its teeth of gears. Keep your marvel in check; your shopping or reading choices. Whose authority is the hand that types in the key, displacing accountability? The machine knows precision, not context or nuance. It doesn't understand people needing to use the toilet, only that breaks in a chain of events are inefficienct, and so must be terminated.