The mind wanders,

& in light of the Wikileaks Vault 7 dump, I'm prone to musing upon the possibilities of

"All information, all the time."

So there I am, greeting the robins in the morning. I love their chatter and refrains
and all of the sudden it hits me, & I think:

"Darnit! If any of these cute birds that I dote over and coo too are flippin' animatronic observation drones, I'm going to feel pretty stupid!"