"It's ludicrous. Totally bonkers. You're a madwoman."

It was delivered with the flat sort of cadence which ought to tell her he was zero percent serious. He set the speaker dock down on the desk -- the boombox was all right, but this puppy was voice-activated -- and plugged in the mp3 player.

"Hey, Google." He'd set it up to respond to 'hey, Google,' despite it being an off-brand, fairy-made job, "play some ambient tracks."

A short chime sounded, and a song by Fever Ray started up.