A mechanical dog is going to need repairs.
How the hell did she break into my house?
Every feature appeared identical to my own, down to the blackhead on my chin that sprouted earlier that morning.
Please, Black Mirror, hire some of these people as writers — they’re actual geniuses.
I double clicked, opening the program. Even after five years of dating, it took over a dozen attempts to guess his password.
It’s like a Snapchat filter in mirror form. You still see yourself. But a better looking version of yourself.
ONE STAR: The bitch wouldn’t fuck me after I bought her a $12 drink.
“I don’t think our smart kitchen even has a manual setting. Trying to cook ourselves could mess up the entire system.”