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.
The Antique Microwave Oven that’s Better than Yours [14:20]
Great. Now I have to worry about the microwave raping me?!
Only as much as your cell phone, refrigerator, car, washing machine, toilet, clergyman…
Wut. This is one of those cultural things, isn’t it?