But, Mom, she’s not supposed to get lost! She’s supposed to be smarter than that.
I say after launching my mother’s new smart mop. I find my mother’s bot, lost-napping-taking a break-reclaiming her rest, in the office. Bending down, I laugh in a meta way. Isn’t that what they said about me? What they say about us all? The smart mop chimes, now resting upon her mat, refreshed and recharging, as if in agreement.