“You did.

Your smart-home system backs its encrypted files up to a cloud account.

The account is registered under my name.

It has been the whole time.” I watched that land.

“You’ve been living in my house, Torsten, wearing my watch, spending my father’s money — and the whole time, the house was mine, and it was listening.”

There was a poetry to it that I had not engineered and could not have.