I went to microwave a microwavable burger, and it tells you to nuke it for awhile, leave it still for a little while, then nuke it for a little while longer. While I was leaving it for the little while, the sumbish beeped at me like “Hey trouser simian, don’t forget your processed bullshit.”
My microwave is from the mid-90’s, back when they still thought you were going to do serious cooking in it. It’s got a convection feature, sensor cook the damn thing even has a socket in the roof to plug a meat thermometer into, so it can perfectly cook a ham, and if it dies I’m not replacing it. I just won’t microwave anything ever again because society has collapsed and all microwaves sold today are running always-on AI rapeware now.
I think I’m going rifle shopping tomorrow.
Great. Now I have to worry about the microwave raping me?!
Only as much as your cell phone, refrigerator, car, washing machine, toilet, clergyman…
The Antique Microwave Oven that’s Better than Yours [14:20]
Wut. This is one of those cultural things, isn’t it?