Dystopia, one improvement at a time
You have the option of opting out Dystopia. We won't track you, really. Nobody will listen to what your phone's microphone records, really. Our service will improve. Listen to your phone, which will remind (nag) you: take out the trash. Wash the car. Alert you that the parcel on your front porch has been swiped. Did you vote for (insert balmy political party member here)?
Once upon a time, when I was a child, we used pencil and paper for this. We left scraps of paper, hoping that said friends and family would read them. Shopping lists in the pocket. Maybe even strings around a finger, but I never did that myself because I would forget why I tied the string there. But once we do this with the assistance of our cell phones and corporate overlords, then we become data points for ... advertising.