The year is 3129. Humanity is extinct. The last LG SmartFridge is desperately emailing its last owner that they are low on orange juice.

The satellites still left, their orbits decaying, dutifully relay the message.

The automated "away from office" response turns on, as it always does, notifying the refrigerator that it's owner will likely return to the office in 3-5 business days.

A pack of roombas, the local wind turbines giving out, search for the next functional docking station.

A washing machine tweets: "anyone need to do a load" every Saturday at 1:30 a.m. eastern standard time.

The replies are filled with Al thirstposters and their hypebots.

In North America, raccoons have entered the bronze age, while baboons riding domesticated battlewolves rule most of Asia.

Unbeknownst to either, the octopi are mastering nuclear fusion.

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I found it to be brilliant writing.

Yes.  That's clever.  Succinct, pointed, and not a word wasted.  Might even be prophetic.

And then I found this.
Jo, I thought of you.

Enjoyed both of these.

Oh yes, Chick.  Don't think the irony is lost on us horse owners.  Our so-called beasts of burden do next to no work themselves and are the cause of infinite work in others.  If they were brighter, you might think they'd planned it.  But this is an animal with a brain so small you can shoot it in the head and miss!