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He was old enough to remember the Bubble. He very nearly got caught up in it, another young thing with a big idea having lunch with VCs. It was everywhere: the hope, the hype, the testosterone and the panic. He remembered his feeds full of snake oil tips merchants and doomsters selling promise or promising the end of days. It all seemed so long ago when people had “partners”; a world of Agents, sometimes secret but often in full view; feted, feared. There was constant debate about servants and masters. He smiled, remembering the app as his house woke up.