RICHARD ORD: Why I choose killer robots over kleptomaniac kids every time
“Alexa, play The Smiths please.” Silence. Checks bedside cabinet. No Alexa. “Alexa, where are you?” No reply.
Has she become sentient? As I’ve said before, I’m always polite to machines just in case they become self aware and turn against their masters (Tell me you have seen The Terminator?).
Maybe Alexa had done just that and was hiding under the bed ready to leap out and throttle me with her flex. She wasn’t. But you’ve got to be careful.
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