Before long smartphones better detect our insecurities.
First fingerprints, then faces, next our artificial extensions should recognize our bullshit and notify us accordingly.
They ought to attend to skirmishes stretched across their grounds. Imagine, when they do, the growl of an incoming text suggesting I approach with caution. Another chimes like church bells and I dread its Judgement.
Such innovation could prevent user error on a night like this. Mercy to words smeared across my phone, I wonder how one response may sound traveling away.
Dropped pots? Shattered trust.
I find out, left listening to regret having slipped between my thumbs.