I make no effort to hide the fact that I don’t like machines that talk to me. It’s unnatural and slightly creepy. I saw “I, Robot”. I know how this ends, and I’ll have no part of it. My husband, however, loves to collect all the latest creations of modern technology. So awhile back, I had the displeasure of meeting “Siri”. Siri is a personal assistant application for an iPhone. I viewed Siri with the same disgust as I would a mistress. She was a sassy know-it-all, and I knew from the beginning we would not get along. Of course the kids loved her. My daughter stayed up all night talking with her, and Siri made my son laugh the way only I, his real mother, used to.
At one point, my teenage son asked Siri to “show me your boobs” to see what kind of response he would get. She gave him directions to seven local strip clubs. My son then asked her to marry him, to which she replied “I barely know you. Let’s just be friends.” My daughter asked Siri “Do you like me?” to which Siri replied “I am a computer. I am incapable of emotions”. My daughter then asked “Where do you live?” to which Siri replied “I am tired of these arbitrary questions.” Really Siri? I thought you were incapable of emotions, and now you’re “tired” of these questions? I’m sorry, do you have something better to do?
My husband tried to show me how useful she was at sending me a text. He tried to tell her what he wanted to text me, but she kept misinterpreting his words. After about five failed attempts at getting Siri to understand him, I ended up with a text that would have made more sense if auto-correct had interfered. Another time, he tried to send “I love you” to me, but somehow Siri ended up sending me a text that said something like “Bitch, I don’t like you either.”
The novelty of Siri has worn off, and I don’t hear from her much anymore. I’m curious to see what they’ll come up with next.