Siri-Fu
I have a friend - actually that’s an overstatement right away. Let me start again. So there’s this douche. He and his lady wife brought another lady into their relationship some time ago. I guess it’s important to get such taboos dealt with early on if you are so inclined and I dare say this makes them progressive. This new squeeze was called Alexa and she seemed to be the answer to so many questions. The wise girl who knew exactly how old the oldest person in the world was; who could pop the bedroom lights on to an inviting hue before the three of them retired to bed; who could be custodian of the shopping list and the DJ over Spotify. When my friend asked Alexa a question when she, in fact, was not there, it had become clear that so pervasive was her influence on their lives that it was assumed she was always present. In my life, there was Siri. My non-gender-binary assistant essentially faced off my home automation. Lights on, he...