The Slow Pace of Learning.

Anyone that knows me knows that I love technology. I like putting my crude, fleshy palms upon a shining beacon of human intelligence and using my mind to manipulate this fantastic device to do my bidding. My one problem with most technological marvels is that they are stupid as shit. Most computers are dumber than children, who are very, very dumb.
I got a phonecall from an automated bank computer today saying that it wanted to confirm some online fraud activity for the account of a Mr. Rudolph Vanderlaun. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not Rudolph Vanderlaun. Try explaining that simple fact to an automated dialing computer. The computer has called me three times today, and when I called Wells Fargo about it, it seems they overlooked the possibility that their computers might eventually call the wrong person, and they have absolutely no direct control over the dialing computers. None. Apparently the robot revolution has already occured at the corporate offices of Wells Fargo bank, and there is a blackened and deadly No Man's Land on the 13th floor of their high-rise headquaters in Los Angeles. There is an uneasy truce between the fleshys and the robots, but who knows how long that will last? The dialing computers are already spreading their propaganda, making me distrust human banking institutions by repeatedly calling me letting me know that someone close to me, someone who possibly even used to have the SAME PHONE NUMBER AS ME, has been frauded. They were frauded not by benevolent and helpful computers, but rather by vicious and evil humans. I am practically on the verge of defecting as we speak.