I pronounced it as clearly as I could: “Hey, Com-pooo-ter, turn on the Christmas tree.”    The digitized woman’s voice emerged from the little box on the mantel above the fireplace. “Now playing “O Christmas Tree,” from the playlist “Christmas.” The music filled the room.  “Hey, Com-pooo-ter, stop the music.” The music didn’t stop. I tried again, but louder: “Hey, Com-pooo-ter, stop the music!” This time it sto...
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