ONCE IN A WHILE, as I slouch in front of my word processor, I catch myself
wondering at the extraordinary transmutation that has taken it from simple
text-editing tool to a hugely complex entity that does everything except feed
the cat.
I don’t even need to go near the keyboard any more. All I do is lounge on the
sofa intoning clipped robotic sentences into a headset microphone. New
paragraph. What? No, I fed the cat earlier. He is just trying it on. What do you
mean look at the screen?
But even with the sometimes inscrutable voice recognition running,…
