I do not wish to interact with my content generator, my ever connected appliance. The content generator craves my decisions but I will not give it what it wants

I do not wish to interact with my content generator, my ever connected appliance. The content generator craves my decisions but I will not give it what it wants. The less choices that I have to make towards it, the better, because I fear that it will make choices towards hegemony. My content generator reminds me of what it is like to work in an office - vague, meandering conversations where people try to accomplish something. anything. It distracts me when I want to be distracted. Novel notions jump out at me and capture my attention. I can't bear the hours of silence, the ruminating over the past that my mind will dwell on, copies of music recordings that pushed the zeitgeist in a different time. The content generator drones on banally, occasionally pitching products at me that I have no desire for. No one will be impressed by the content I've been served, except the content generator - who so desperately wants my attention.