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There’s something magical about living in a smart home. With just a few taps on your phone, you can control your lights, adjust the thermostat, and even have your favorite playlist start as you walk in the door. It’s like living in the future—until it all goes horribly, hilariously wrong.
Non-Member read: The Day My Smart Home Turned on Me (And How I Survived)
It was a typical Saturday morning when I decided to flex my smart home’s muscles. After all, what’s the point of having all this technology if you’re not going to show it off a little? I was feeling particularly smug as I walked around the house, barking commands like some kind of tech-savvy wizard.
“Alexa, play my morning playlist,” I said confidently. Within seconds, my living room was filled with upbeat tunes, and I was dancing my way to the kitchen. “Siri, turn on the coffee maker!” I shouted next. A few seconds later, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air.
I was on a roll.
But then, things took a turn.
“Hey Google, set the thermostat to 72 degrees,” I commanded, feeling the early morning chill. But instead of the gentle hum of the heater kicking in, I heard a robotic voice say, “Setting…
