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Breaking News from the Intergalactic ThoughtSphere: Cortex Cleared of Selling Thoughts, but Marital Mix-ups Ensue in Remote Amazonia

In an astonishing twist to the ongoing saga, Cortex, the behemoth behind the Intermix thought assistant devices, has been cleared of allegations regarding the illicit sale of private thoughts to shady third parties. However, not all is well in the world of thought exchange.

The latest from the Thought Commissioner’s office confirms that while Cortex’s hands are clean of direct data sales, they’re muddied by a bizarre mishap affecting their IntermixPlus units. It appears that a programming glitch has led to a near-comical yet troubling scenario where the private thoughts of couples—exclusively married or in civil partnerships—have been swapped or mingled without consent. Adding to the intrigue, this peculiar bug has only manifested in a remote part of Amazonia, affecting nearly all such couples.

While Cortex spokespersons have vehemently denied any data security breach, they sheepishly acknowledge the mix-up, assuring it was confined to this specific group and geography. Not surprisingly, local reports suggest the incident has hardly bolstered relationships, with a near 100% divorce rate in the affected area of Amazonia.

In response to these revelations, Cortex has committed to an extensive audit and overhaul of its systems to safeguard against future slip-ups. Meanwhile, Cortex ‘musks’ have taken a slight tumble, reflecting investor jitters around the brand’s image and the potential fallout from the many trashed relationships. On the plus side, local police report that incidences of criminal assault, verbal abuse, and involuntary manslaughter have plummeted leading one enforcement officer to complain that his livelihood had been destroyed by Cortex.

Stay tuned as this story unfolds. Will Cortex regain its footing in the competitive thought-assistant market, or will this be the glitch that saw too much? Only time will tell.

The Inspector and Cat Discuss the Latest Baffleberry Innovation

The Inspector was peering into the refrigerator with a puzzled expression, carefully tilting a glass jug back and forth. “Cat, come here! Have you heard about the latest gizmo the boffins have come up with for Baffleberry juice?”

Cat, lounging on the kitchen counter with his tail flicking lazily, opened one eye. “Oh, enlighten me. Have they finally invented a device that prevents you from subjecting me to your culinary disasters?”

Ignoring the jibe, the Inspector continued, excitement bubbling in his voice. “It’s a BaffleBerry Beamer! It uses quantum entanglement or some such wizardry to make invisible Baffleberry juice visible again! No more guessing if you’re about to pour air or actual juice into your morning glass.”

Cat sat up, intrigued despite himself. “Quantum entanglement, you say? And here I was thinking the height of human invention was the Spork. Pray, do tell, how does this contraption work without causing a quantum paradox every time you fancy a drink?”

“Well,” the Inspector started, adopting the tone he used when he was about to explain something he did not understand, “you place this little gadget on the shelf of your fridge, right next to your jug of Baffleberry juice. It emits a harmless, quantum-entangled photon stream that interacts with the juice, making it glow a delightful shade of purple. You can see exactly how much is left, even if it’s been in there for days!”

Cat smirked. “Delightful shade of purple, you say? How absolutely revolutionary. I’m sure the Baffleberriers will be over the moon, or should I say, over Siluria. But tell me, does this photon stream also decipher the taste before one embarks on a gastronomical gamble?”

The Inspector chuckled, closing the refrigerator door. “Ah, Cat, always the sceptic. Unfortunately, it doesn’t predict the flavour. You’ll still have to brace yourself for the possibility of a raw onion juice surprise with your breakfast. But at least you’ll know you’re about to drink something, not just chilling your taste buds with cold air.”

Cat hopped off the counter, sauntering towards the living room. “Well, I suppose that’s one small step for man, one giant leap for Baffleberriers. Though I must confess, I’m more interested in a device that prevents you from singing in the shower. Now, that would be a true marvel of science.”

The Inspector scowled, following Cat into the living room. “Oh, come now, Cat. My singing is not that bad.”

“True,” said Cat, “Especially when I have my ear defenders on”.

As they settled in for the evening, the wonders of human and Silurian innovation the topic of their banter, it was clear that life with the Inspector and Cat was never dull, especially with Baffleberry juice in the fridge and the universe’s mysteries at their doorstep.