Right on cue, Steve Jobs' spirit rises from the grave to add yet more idiotic chatter to the world, thanks to iPhone voice recognition by Siri, visualized left: New iPhone Conceals Sheer Magic [NYT]. Now everywhere you go, loudmouths will be addressing their pliant servant:"Do you know where I can get a Groupon bikini wax nearby? And some French fries?"
"Siri, baby, tell me again why I am your favorite master!"
"How do you remove nail polish from your teeth?"
"And seriously, Siri, how do I free my wrist from the jaws of the subway door without letting you go?!"
Sure it's just the next step in the inevitable arc of technology -- supplying a servant class to help us transcend physical being and ascend, through consumerism, to a state of bliss in the form of pure, effortless, mindless comfort.
Still, I'm now 100% sure that I've lived too long, and I hope the Siri servants evolve, like the shapely Cylon replicants of Battlestar Gallactica, to come back and bite us in the ass.
[Steve Jobs / Apple Cult]
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