I briefly entertained the notion that the FitBit was actually part of a Dark City sort of plan to put me in a new life, with all the memories of that life, and that I had only been me for approximately 8 hours, and the FitBit was the only vestige of my fading other memories. John was asleep but I was sure that if I asked him, he would deny any knowledge of the FitBit, and look at me in sad puzzlement. We would putter along, believing ourselves to have been in a relationship for nearly nine years, but all along we were strangers with implanted memories. Everyone and all of my siblings were just Dark City-style experiments.
Eventually I found my FitBit, and while I suppose all of you could TECHNICALLY be an experiment in human determinism, I'm now more concerned about the idea that I probably got a few hundred steps while frantically searching for my FitBit AND THEY AREN'T COUNTED.