The charm of this Old Blighty vignette about an algorithm that learns how you speak and anticipates what words you need for your texted message is not the gimmick itself, since that is fleeting, soon to be replaced by an algorithm that will write without you so you can respond to the environment that you need or should need (your week reduced to mandated scenarios); the charm is the four young people gathered around the chat chairs with their cheerful fascination for the new new new communication trick.  You cab sell these kids anything that's new new new and empowering. The ultimate toy will be the virtual friend that (who?) does all the stuff we don't care for and then runs our guest list when we want to sit out the segment.  Mention that an algorithm that can write ahead of your thinking is a mechanical explanation of the Obama administration.  These guys and gals inside the White House are slooooooowwww.  Trusted RBO sends me a note that Robert Gibbs is just now starting to use Twitter.  He is the Press Secretary?  "Press."  What "Press?"  Speaking soon to Robert McChesney and John Nichols, authors, "The Death and Life of American Journalism," re their proposal to make the media a subsidized colleague of the Federal Government.  You are surprised to learn that it is not now a colleague?  Only print journalism, and that in form of postal rates, tax breaks for the rich, and a four-year review of access by each new administration.  It is the digital media that seeks subsidies.  Laughing too hard?  Would I read what I write if I was paid by the Feds to write?  Nope.  Would Gibbs take money for his Twitter posts?  Yep.  Still, the new App (above) is desireable.  Gibbs can begin a media avail by saying a word such as, "Rosencranz."  All the rest would be obvious and would print out to our IPhones if we care to read it.  Then Chuck Todd and John King and Jake Tapper can begin their every ten minute report to the rapt TV audience of shut-ins and hired media spies by saying one word, "Yorick."  All the rest would be obvious to our IPhones and would print out if we care to read it.  We could all go back to work, having heard out their meaty disputations; and if we care to reply, we say back, "Fin."  I like it.  No less cogent than the present regime of the obvious questioned by the obligated and then repeated to the oblivious.