Jane Jetson sat in front of one of the family’s household computer monitors. She knew that what she was about to do would probably upset her and was somewhat of an invasion of her husband’s privacy but she also knew that she just had to know what he was doing on the Universally Galactic Wide Web whenever he’d stay up late at night on the damn thing. He was beginning to spend so much time on one of the household computers that their sex life was suffering and she was becoming one very unsatisfied and frustrated housewife.
She went online and told the voice recognition programming that she wanted to see George’s usage history, hoping that he’d forgotten to cover up his tracks. Sure enough, and true to form, George Jetson had failed to erase his history and it came up right in front of his beautiful redheaded wife’s prying eyes.