“Alexa, play ‘It's Raining Tacos,'” she commanded on a recent sunny afternoon, and the voice-controlled helper immediately complied, blasting through its speaker a confection of a song with lines like “It's raining tacos from out of the sky” and “Yum, yum, yum, yum, yumidy yum.”
Giggling and clapping, Hannah danced around the room. I think this ability to get music on demand is neat, too, and I didn't want to be rude, so I danced with her. But at the same time I was wondering what it's going to mean for her to grow up with computers as servants.
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