@isaacgreene And then there are the hauntings. 😸 I just visited with my widowed mother, who is living in a deteriorating smart house. (She has said for forty years that “one of these days” she will learn how to use a computer.) My father, who was an electrical engineer and developer and created and maintained it, died a couple of years ago. Lights turn on and off randomly; speakers in different locations of the house start blasting the Everly Brothers. I literally thank God that he set up bypasses for the heat and the lighting, so when a light turns itself on or off we can turn it back the other way, and we can control the temperatures in the house. I’m also thankful we could unplug the speakers. But there is a camera in the reading room that follows me everywhere I go; and I have no idea whether it is still recording, or where any of those files are stored. I always walk up to it, move around, see if it follows me, and then say something like, “oh, you’re still up!”