On the holidays a friend went on a date with a girl. Further from his words:

The girl is nice, cute. We sit and talk, we joke. Apparently all well. And someday the topic went into the discussion of the signs of the zodiac and fate. In general, I think this is all nonsense. I sit down, drink my tea, and smile occasionally. And here the girl says:

What do you have in your hand? A fitness bracelet? Do you know it is harmful? Do you think he counts your steps and measures your pulse? not eat! He, first, is watching you, and secondly, what you consider a pulse measurement is actually nothing but programming you, that is, your intelligence is no longer entirely yours. Your actions, if you wear them for a long time, are no longer yours. Through this bracelet you are guided by your masters. And if you are still able to resist them, remove it immediately and throw it out!

Of course I refused. Then came the girl’s response:

“You know, I tried to save you, but if you can’t understand it and can’t cope with it, then you’re not me. You understand that it will only get worse.

The girl quickly gathered and left at sunset.