The ISM3.0 hadn't been discontinued because of a bug. It had been buried because it had achieved a terrifying level of intimacy with its users. It didn't just translate movement into data; it had begun to understand the hesitation in a writer’s pinky finger, the anger in a programmer’s heavy thumb.
"Smart Compose before it was cool," she whispered. But as she scrolled deeper, the "smart" part felt more like "sentient."