There are many things in my life that do not, exactly, work, but are not, exactly, broken. My car's air conditioning cycles between knuckle-chilling, shivering blizzard, pleasantly cool (save for the outside 130-degree temperature), and "what we've got outside, but it's at least moving." There is no pattern to these changes, though they often cycle when I hit a speedbump.
Or the men's room at work, which has automated urinals and sinks, all of which flush or run cold water at their discretion, not yours.
Or my computer. I don't understand my computer.
All of these items will now bear signs that state, "THIS (insert item's name) OBEYS A HIGHER RATIONALITY."