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Rise of the Machines

My toaster has two settings inferno and brilliant white, the smoke alarm, because it's bored goes off sometimes at night. The smart TV which simplifies recording for us loons starts playing back ten minutes in and finishes too soon. The microwave 'defrost' setting has never been much fun so I take the chicken breast outside and wave it at the sun. They say technology will soon outsmart all of mankind the march of robots and machines will leave us all behind, but me, well I'm not worried and I won't be losing sleep at least until tomorrow night when the smoke alarm goes beep.

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Eve Roper

Date: 7/9/2016 12:43:00 PM

It seem that you bought all your machines in the same place I did :) that toaster I swear has a mind of its own and I cannot even boil water for the smoke alarm to go offffff.....bbbzzzzzzzz...... a 7. Great enjoyable read. Viv hugs

Viv Wigley
Date: 7/10/2016 12:42:00 AM

Thanks, Eve, as I get older, I seem to struggle more and more with technology- you know, door handles, shoelaces..... Viv x

Caycay Jennings

Date: 7/8/2016 11:06:00 PM

I love this! I have a grin bound to stay awhile, a grin strong enough to shake off the foxes. This is Viv poetry at it's best, as I remember it. My smoke alarm must have come from the same factory as yours! Thank you for my creative amusement ... CayCay

Viv Wigley
Date: 7/10/2016 12:43:00 AM

Indeed, CayCay, I recently had to cobble something together out of wood, with just a saw and some nails. Aaahhhh, the good old days......Viv x