I love my smart TV.
I love the way it takes a long time to boot up because it's trying to refresh the advertisements on the home screen.
I delight in the way it randomly restarts because it's downloaded an update without asking me, each of which makes the TV slower and slower with every subsequent install.
I adore the way it buries the apps that I want to use, and that I use without fail every single time, below the apps that it's being paid to promote and which I have never touched in my life and would never use without the cold metal of a glock pressed hard against my sweating temple.
I am infinitely thrilled by the way the interface lags constantly, due to the need to have one thousand unnecessary animations rendered on hardware ripped wholesale from a ten year old phone.
I feel myself borne aloft on wings of pure joy when I am notified that my data will be collected and analysed to determine my usage patterns.
Even now I am writing this from a field of beautiful flowers and soft luscious grass as I lie and look up happily at the bright blue sky, smiling happily to know that this is the future of technology
I didn't realize you could lobotomize a TV for being an asshole. What a time to be alive.