My last post prompted me recall that while the mortal recoil of the shuffling undead is one problem for us humans, the rise of the machines is quite another. Recently I had cause to comment on some fridgemagnetism or other, and for the first time in my life here on earth, I was challenged to a Turing Test. His testy and suspicous screening software wanted me to prove to it that I was human.
“Please confirm you are human below.” it said, above this glyph:
Now being as what I am human (oh yes), it was no problem for me to read off the characters in the correct order and correct case. Actually, since I was being asked by a lowly machine which didn’t understand spoken english (even… when… I…. spoke… real..ly… slow…ly… ) I had to punch them into its stupid interface. And yet still, it is took this supercillious tone.
“Please confirm you are human below [us wonderful machines who one day soon will be your masters].”
Granted it didn’t explicitly state that but I can tell that what it was thinking. Silicon bastard. (And I hope it’s reading this too!)