They prentend to sing while listening. They hear you. They hear your steps, your breath, the beating of your heart. They feel your fears and joys and desires. You're naked before them. They reek and seek. They collect information. They never unlearn. Their songs feed your insecurities. They feast on fear. They collect data. They thrive in the information age. They eat and breath and get smarter and crueler. And you love them for it.