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Compromises with my iRobot

Mouth of the Gift Horse

Of my many failures, housekeeping has to be among the first and most persistent. So imagine my joy when I was gifted an iRobot! One less thing to feel guilty about not doing. The floors were cleared of dust bunnies. Underneath the bed was more or less swept free of tissues and old t-shirts, if only because the iRobot needed it to get to the piles of dust. What a blessing.

Then, the expose. That damn thing was mapping my house and sending signals to the mother ship.

Imagine a space alien invasion movie. Can’t you see them gathering data about us through the guise of a helpful little robot? It would be sucking up data on the layout of my home and whatever else those sneaky space-dwellers could dream up.

Instead, it is the Earthlings we need to be wary of.

The Conundrum of Convenience

I use the little vaccuuming and mapping bastard anyway. It’s just…