Jill,
GPS Girl If I “Agree” to the first
screen’s legalese, Jill, GPS Girl, begins to
speak: “Drive the highlighted
route,” She says, and In my mind I see her
speaking, Leaning a bit toward the
microphone, Wearing a clean, neat, drab
dress, She will pause until the
vehicle
icon
Finds its electronic
bearings, and Then will announce: “In point four miles, turn
right on…” And so she lives out her
life: Obedient to a fault, Ever-ready to
“Recalculate,” Requiring no exertion, No expenditure of energy, Except the mysterious
electronic food Dispensed by through the
white cord Connecting Jill to the
others— The mysterious
creatures inhabiting my Prius. --October 29, 2013
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