My smartphone has been going to China on a regular basis lately.
I will turn it on, and the time will be 12 hours ahead, and the weather will be for Beijing. Interesting, I suppose, but I don’t need the weather in Beijing. Nor do I particularly care. Eventually, it comes home.
I went to the phone store to find out what it would take to keep my phone from taking these excursions. They smiled nicely and told me they didn’t know.
So I went to another phone store, put my name on the “service” list, and waited for help. After a half-hour, I left. I guess it’s just not that important that my phone goes to China.
Though it would be nice if it brought back leftovers every now and then.