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I would be a happy camper. I could tell it precisely what to do and how not to behave. I could work with it to devise endlessly entertaining ways to stuff cookies back down sites' throats. Talk it out of any urges to submit to the imprecations of spies and hackers and company androids. I could get it to do all the stuff involved in producing what I want to produce on the system of pipes without me losing hours and hours running down the appropriate how-to for each bit of need. My stress levels would tank. It's possible I'd stop swearing.
always and any time....
