If my notebook knows so much about me...

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What will that new thinguie I won´t name do!!!! I pick up my notebook and ask it for nice Skechers sandals I saw and how much it costs. From then on, the notebook will start an avalanche of sandals, shoes, boots, you name it. And not only for me but also for everyone in the world. I like a certain hand cream that I shared with my eldest daughter. She told me some days ago that she finished the one I had given her. And asked about the name (funny, I thought, as the name is outside the cream). But that´s beside the point. I started to check it because my daughter´s birthday is 4 days prior to mine. The hand cream did not come (I must have done something wrong). But the notebook is so full of them that I cannot mylot in peace What will happen when the newflangled thingie reads my mind? Will it tell me to pull up my underpants instead of talking for hours by my cellphone seated in the throne? Will my happy life alone will have to be shared by an alien? Green little men of Mars, I miss you.