On the surface, this is a great Drabblecast-like story about a snack cake with a purpose and a desire to be loved. And if the story is taken for what it is, it's great -- funny, silly, cautionary, and in the end we have a criminal snack cake (murder -- chocolate can kill dogs -- and manslaughter -- unintentionally causing Linda to kill herself) who gets his...
...wait for it...
JUST DESSERTS!
And the reading was great, too.
But if you look deeper...
* How much must a Smidgen snack cake cost to have all this stuff in it?
* Hovercarts? Who needs those when wheels work just as well, and what grocery store would pay for them?
* In the future, fat people are still seen as ugly and unattractive, apparently.
* What Boggled Coriander said about dieting.
* If you can have smart AIs, and palmscreens that download stuff, why couldn't her smart apartment or smart RFID chip pick up on words like "kill myself" and preemptively call the police? I kept expecting that to happen.
One thing I noticed -- a "smidgen" is a small thing... so the marketers were at work there too, making you think you're eating just a tiny thing.
I really liked some of the marketing trickery, which isn't as far off as one might think, especially with Facebook's pervasive data-mining-and-sharing and the way we completely put ourselves out there online. I mean, if I tweet about being hungry I get autofollowed by diet gurus. If I bitch about search marketing or Facebook's privacy fails, I get autofollowed by social marketing "experts". If I RT something funny that my sexblogger friends have said, I get autofollowed by a pornbot. It's all just a matter of time... which, I think, is in the end, the point the author was making: this is coming. We can't stop it. Might as well accept it.
For all that, I really liked the episode.