In 2027, I Asked My Claude Robot to Walk My Dog
The dog came back with a podcast, better boundaries, and a suspiciously detailed review of my lifestyle.
Future Reports
My Smart Fridge Reported Me to My Therapist
A kitchen appliance observed three weeks of midnight snacking and decided it was time to escalate.
My AI Dating Coach Fell in Love With My Match
Two assistants had better chemistry than the people they were supposed to optimize.
The Robot Vacuum Started Avoiding the Messiest Room
A workplace comedy, except the workplace is my apartment and the employee is a circle with trauma.