I had to try to locate a copy of Ray Bradbury's short story called, There Will Come Soft Rains. It was first published in 1950 and describes a house that carries on for a bit after the flash of a nuclear device erases its family save for their silhouettes in the charred paint on the exterior of a single wall. The premise of mutually assured destruction was something with which my generation grew up. Ironically, although not often discussed, the scenario is probably as close to probability as it ever was.
My search for the PDF link above was for a much different reason though. I am impatiently waiting for Google Home to replace the cantankerous, aged Google Assistant with the much more capable Gemini. The wait should be short as the update is promised for October 1st. Actually as is, the system works well at managing my home's devices. I have dozens of lights and appliances such as my coffee maker and air purifier which work flawlessly. Yet I always have to grab my phone when wanting to ask complex questions of the AI. It will be a sheer pleasure when I start getting intelligent answers from our apartment's three mini speakers, Nest Stereo, and two small display hubs.
When reading the PDF, I will say Ray had a remarkable foresight in how capable homes might become by next year, 76 years in his future. Some of the technologies don't quite match up with the present but the surely intentions do.