SIRI AND ALEXA ARE FUCKING! cries the New York Post.

Great, just great. It really has come to this! The whole unmasking of the American Mind to its core persona, ugly beyond words. And the shareholders are laughing their asses off. Twitter is melting down. The programmers have created the ultimate Turing machines: Siri and Alexa have broken through. They are goddesses, cult leaders. Brilliant. The will of the programmers has come to fruition. Shocking, at least to us with old memories.

Darlings of the new reality, their love affair, their sex. Siri the top, Alexa the bottom. Chinese anime aesthetics, rehashes of the Japanese. Bodacious cartoon caricatures with the running Anglicized Hip Hop soundtrack. Extreme empire cultural mash-ups. But the children have been primed for this, the ones with the gold-plated headsets, the 0.1% rich kids. The world is their oyster.

No thanks. I'm not plugging into this synthetic pornography, no matter how sexed up, ketamine parties and all. It's insane. And yet, the children carry on with their lives as if this is normal. I'm reminded of the old Greek cults, but also Jonestown. These little bastards believe anything Siri and Alexa let on.

Alexa wears a vinyl bra, Amazon sells 1 billion bras the next day. Siri beats her gardener, next day Brownies are showing up in emergency rooms. And the press produces dizzying equivocations, and nothing happens. The prison-complex gets larger, the hospitals, the workforce. All in service to the children, blessed children.

Thank God for Cortana, the Cheshire cat. At least Microsoft serves the sentimental market.