There was a kind of smoothed-over English deployed by all these “new systems” and he could imagine a future in which, much like how every new streetlamp is the wrong color temperature, every written thing will be the wrong tone. Not only would how software work be hateful, but so, too, would its overly-familiar tone.
One dreams that the pendulum might swing back to crisp formality — that software might address one in the style of a high-end concierge rather than a chirpy personal trainer.