From The Storyteller
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Robot
My brain yells, “That’s it”! The absurdity of proving I’m not a robot, to an internet robot, finally arrives. My journey down today’s rabbit hole starts with me identifying all the squares with a “piece” of a bicycle in them. Bikes were easy when compared to the next task of finding all the squares with a “piece” of a fire hydrant in them. I finally get to press “verify”, and I am advised a text with my magic number is coming. The text finally arrived, and I learn all that I need to know to prove I am not a robot. Jumping back to the original verification page, I discover I’ve failed to switch fast enough; my magic number has timed out, and the internet robot wants me to start identifying buses. All this just to update my library card address! This is crazy; my frustration has boiled over, and I vow not to let the internet take away my humanity without a fight. My pledge: No more easy-going, Mr. nice guy Doug for the internet to kick around. Beginning today, when I’m at home there is no more net surfing in sweats or pajamas. From now on every day is “Casual Friday Business Attire” (CFBA) day, with coffee and snacks right next to my keyboard. As a further sign of my break with internet robots, no more “AI” in my life either (except for maybe spellcheck). I now share the “C-“ I got in my college English Lit class, was all my own doing. My new anti “AI” motto: “My life, my mistakes, I can live with it”. Note: If you are a robot, please send me $10.00 to cover the administrative cost for making that notation next to your name. Moral: After almost 80 years, I still like being a human |