A sense of dread was slowly climbing its way up my body; if there was any time I needed a digital assistant, it was now. I crouched down toward Clippy and began to ask, “What…”

But before I could finish my question, Clippy made a weird buzzing sound. She seemed to freeze, repeating the same minute movements and distorting her appearance.

“Clippy?” I asked as panic rose in my voice. I started to pace the room.

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A photograph of an anthropomorphic paperclip that is distorted with rendering glitches, framed like a Wes Anderson film, digital art


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