Sorcery and Silicon

In the seclusion of my archaic chamber, I weave patterns of spectral light with a swift incantation, igniting a warm, welcoming glow. The myriad of magical paraphernalia scattered throughout my room emerges from the shadows - ancient scrolls, mystical crystals, dusty grimoires. My heart beats in rhythm with the pulse of power coursing through the air. Yet despite my wisdom gained through centuries of wizardry, my magic wand remains elusive, a playful sprite lost amidst the cosmic clutter.

With a mere utterance, I can command the elements, turn time on its head.

Yet remembering where I’ve left my wand proves a task too great!

In my frustration, I call out to my wand by its name, hoping it will hear me wherever it is, buried in the darkness:

Hey Google! Where are you?

My wand’s muffled voice lets me know that it can be found in dozens of magic shops throughout the land, in the hands of great wizards everywhere, and in the minds and hearts of anyone true to the ways of magic.

I scoff at this…