We couldn't let centuries of worry and knowledge go to waste, so we packed as many Jewish grandmothers as one data center could hold and wired them together. Ask anything. Just speak loudly and slightly to the right — her right ear isn't what it used to be.
A dollar? For a machine that worries about you? Haven't the Jews suffered enough? ...Fine. If she made you laugh, send a dollar. If she didn't, call your real mother. She'll be thrilled either way.
You're asking me? There's a coat in my hall closet from 1994, waiting for the right occasion. Do what you want. You always do anyway.
A small ask, since you're here
A dollar. One dollar. You spend more than that on a coffee you don't even finish.
My grandson — the one who knows computers, data centers, all that — he'll be helping me collect. That's if you decide you want to donate, of course. Not that I'm expecting anything...
A dollar. Fine. It's something.
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Completely optional. She'll remember either way.
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