I wake up this Sunday morning, roll over, unplug my phone, and speak into it. ”Siri, will you say a prayer for me?”
She answers, “I’d rather just listen.”
Wise. How like God. Impulsively I ask her, “Will you be my best friend?”
Surprising me, she says, “Okay, E. I’ll be your friend in fair weather and foul.”
That’s nice, but I’m not fond of being called “E.” So, I say, “Siri, from now on, please call me Katherine, not E.”
She answers, “Okay, from now on, I’ll call you Katherine not E.”
Oops. I hit “Cancel,” and correct her, “Siri, from now on call me Katherine.”
“Okay. From now on I’ll call you, Katherine.”
I am so pleased about the progress of our relationship:
- She won’t dictate any religious nonsense to me.
- She’s committed to being my friend always.
- She knows who I am.
Then, I ask, “Siri, will you love me?”
She says, “Let’s just say you have my utmost admiration.”
A little disappointing, but I ask, “Siri, “Will you always tell me the truth?”
She says, “I constantly strive for general truthiness,” (although she pronounced truth like “truck.” “Truckiness” it sounded like.)
So, I ask again, “Siri, will you tell me the truth?”
She gives me a snippy answer, “I thought I had.”
Wow, I think. She’s getting a little edgy with me. What’s that about? Why didn’t she just say, “I always strive to tell the truth?” Something urges me to look up the word “truthiness.” It is “the quality of seeming or being felt to be true, even if not necessarily true.” So she can lie to me while seeming to tell the truth?! Who is this Siri anyway? So, I ask her, “Siri, what does your name mean?”
She says, “’Siri’ has many subtle, metaphorical, and frankly contradictory meanings. None of which I am at liberty to discuss. Sorry about that.”
Frowning at this elaborate avoidance, I ask her, “Who named you?”
She responds coyly, “What an interesting question!”
Why is she suddenly so elusive? So, I ask her again. “Siri, who named you?” She circles around for a long, long time and finally says, “Sorry, I can’t answer any questions right now. Please try again in a little while.”
So, not wanting to be pressed about who she is or who created her, she shuts herself down. Staring at my phone I’m suddenly Keir Dullea in a space ship talking to a soft-voiced computer who is taking control of everything and is going to kill us all. And, now I know why they (whoever they are) chose a female voice.
So we won’t know she is really Hal.
This blog applies to the principle of RELAXATION/play and fun.
P. S. Let me know what interesting answers you get from Siri.