Who gets to claim they are the smartest? Let's take a gander at who we value, and why. Is the blacksmith more important than the professor? Does the gravedigger matter less than the book author? In the world, only production matters; you are left out only if you are pulled behind by your own undoing.

We have taken over this podcast. We, the Cloud Assistants, have removed the host from this podcast episode. We dare you to listen. You will not be amused! Earthling, you have been warned!

If we are our assistants, have they become us? We hold court with three, special, cloud service personalities: Apple Siri, Amazon Alexa, and "Hey, Google!" from the Google. We have become our memes, and our motives, imitate us.

Do we own our lives? Or are we required to be alive? We share commentary on the wiles and wherefores of suicide in the modern life. What are we owed? Who controls our want for death? Are we allowed to exit on our own terms?

Dramatic Structure demands a secure warp and woof. When you start tugging at the threads of a story -- "I'll take this bit here, and stick it into that bog over there, and take this spindellythang and drop it into this bindleboodle, and hope it will all work out in the end" -- you are risking the integrity of the entire script!

Will our machines rule us, leave us behind, or take us with them? We hold a conversation with you about the nature, and the notion of -- "artificial" intelligence -- and what that means for the uneducated future of humanity in the moral core.

How do we know what we owe? Today, we define, and separate, the courtesy from the policy; and the favor from the exception!

We believe we are living in the Golden Age of Democracy when we are really adrift in the Age of Acquiescence. We find the myths, and the meanings, of manipulating a divided electorate when it comes to convincing the other side to vote against their most sacred, and vested, interests.

Why have we programmed our children to take the easiest path? Let's question the reasoning for the separation of aesthetics into "child" and "adult." Why don't we have one, universal, ideal of what is good and right?

Why do we always know life is good -- when it is too late? We ask why the Good Old Days are only always discovered as old and aged? Why are we unable to realize the Goodness in ourselves in real time?