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Alexa asked if I'd like a haiku about my day. I got caught up in it. Said yes. She came back with "Productive Madness" — tasks pile and tumble, coffee-fueled chaos takes flight, progress through the storm.

Proof, finally, that she listens in. I've suspected it for years, and that is, undeniably, my day.

Except. How does she know I'm productive? She doesn't. Productive chaos is what you tell anyone who owns a smart speaker and a to-do list. I asked for a poem and got a horoscope.

I can't decide which bothers me more: that she might be listening, or that she didn't need to.