Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

10.6

Her voice is just right. I swear, it's exactly the mixture of happy and intelligent that I need right now. Every single word has just the slightest edge of oh my gosh! She tells me to do things, and I'm so excited to do them. She asks me to confirm my pin number and I could not be more thrilled at having to do it twice. I know she's just a machine, but when she says congratulations the weight of the world lifts off me. Then, she's gone, and the main menu lady is back again. She's alright, authoritative and controlling, but she's not what I love.

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