Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 18:21:11 GMT -5
{ Prompt: Google is a real person you have to talk to, so you can search the internet.
Found this on Buzzfeed and decided to do it... edited it just a little so it's pretty bad. }
“Ok, Google. Good recipes for blueberry pie.”
“How do you say it, Richard?”
The man rubbed at his eyes, before mumbling, “Please. And thank you.”
“That’s better,” a voice from the computer said approvingly as a long list of related results pulled up onto the screen. “Here you are.” The voice paused before adding, “You making some pie?”
Richard snorted before saying, “No, Google, I’m baking a ham. Yes, I’m making pie.” He shook his head in frustration, causing his faded brown hair to fall down into his eyes. Pushing it back with his hand, he maneuvered the mouse with the other, his eyes glimpsing across the screen.
Google grumbled audibly. “No need to be rude,” she said, a venomous tone dripping from her voice. “I was just curious.” Silence fell over the computer as the AI said nothing more. Richard seemed almost grateful as a minor smile flashed across his mouth. Finally clicking one blue link, he leaned back in his chair, swiveling to the right and left as he waited for the page to load. With a few clicks, a “Print” dialog had popped up, allowing him to print off the website and recipe.
The dull buzzing and clicking noises of the printer filled the room, matching the volume of Richard’s quiet, hummed tune. Finally, the page finished up, boasting a “deliciously delectable” recipe for blueberry pie. Tapping the pages down onto the wooden desk, he organized them into a neat pile, then laid them down.
“Greetings, Richard!”
The man jumped out of his chair, letting out a quiet yelp of fear. However, his panic promptly subsided as he noticed the source to be simply Google again. “Hi, Steve,” he muttered, clutching his chest, glaring at the computer screen with angry blue eyes. “You startled me.”
Steve didn’t seem to notice the man’s unhappy tone; instead, the voice let out a chortle of delight. “It’s good to see you! My deepest, sincerest apologies. How are you? What are you looking at?” He paused for a fleeting moment to view the current screen that Richard had pulled up. “Ooh! Pie!” he chirped. “Sounds delicious. Who’s it for?”
Grimacing, the solitary man mumbled, “My mother-in-law. For Thanksgiving.” Part of him wished to have the sarcastic, overly-sensitive Sari back; the current AI’s happy-go-lucky vibe was a nice change, though. Annoying, but somewhat nicer to hear.
“How sweet,” Steve said. “It’s nice for you to do that.” His constant chattering had finally slowed to a normal speed of conversation as he talked with Richard.
The corners of Richard’s mouth raised upward as he stared at the papers on his desk. “Thank you, Steve,” he said. “Though it was more forced upon my shoulders, if anything.” A quiet chuckle came from the normally serious man. Steve always somehow made a laugh, even if that was not the AI’s goal.
Steve let out a slight hmm of understand, before adding, “How is Anna-Kate doing?”
“Much better,” he responded. “A wave of bronchitis hit unexpectedly, but other than that, she’s been feeling a lot more energetic. She’s back to her nagging but loving ways.”
The AI laughed a moment. “Yeah, I know how you feel. Sage had a few bugs a while ago; after she got fixed up, she started getting on me about my site organizing system. She reminds me a lot of Anna-Kate.”
“Yeah, they’re definitely alike in many ways.” Glancing down at the computer clock, he frowned at the time. “Sorry, Steve, I have to go now,” he said. “I’ve got to get started on that pie if I want it done in time.” Raising up from his seat, he grabbed the papers off the flat surface before reaching for the “Power” button.
“Goodbye, Richard. Have a nice Thanksgiving.” Google deleted itself as the human pressed the button, shutting down the computer.
“Happy Thanksgiving to you, too,” he murmured before heading for the door.
Found this on Buzzfeed and decided to do it... edited it just a little so it's pretty bad. }
“Ok, Google. Good recipes for blueberry pie.”
“How do you say it, Richard?”
The man rubbed at his eyes, before mumbling, “Please. And thank you.”
“That’s better,” a voice from the computer said approvingly as a long list of related results pulled up onto the screen. “Here you are.” The voice paused before adding, “You making some pie?”
Richard snorted before saying, “No, Google, I’m baking a ham. Yes, I’m making pie.” He shook his head in frustration, causing his faded brown hair to fall down into his eyes. Pushing it back with his hand, he maneuvered the mouse with the other, his eyes glimpsing across the screen.
Google grumbled audibly. “No need to be rude,” she said, a venomous tone dripping from her voice. “I was just curious.” Silence fell over the computer as the AI said nothing more. Richard seemed almost grateful as a minor smile flashed across his mouth. Finally clicking one blue link, he leaned back in his chair, swiveling to the right and left as he waited for the page to load. With a few clicks, a “Print” dialog had popped up, allowing him to print off the website and recipe.
The dull buzzing and clicking noises of the printer filled the room, matching the volume of Richard’s quiet, hummed tune. Finally, the page finished up, boasting a “deliciously delectable” recipe for blueberry pie. Tapping the pages down onto the wooden desk, he organized them into a neat pile, then laid them down.
“Greetings, Richard!”
The man jumped out of his chair, letting out a quiet yelp of fear. However, his panic promptly subsided as he noticed the source to be simply Google again. “Hi, Steve,” he muttered, clutching his chest, glaring at the computer screen with angry blue eyes. “You startled me.”
Steve didn’t seem to notice the man’s unhappy tone; instead, the voice let out a chortle of delight. “It’s good to see you! My deepest, sincerest apologies. How are you? What are you looking at?” He paused for a fleeting moment to view the current screen that Richard had pulled up. “Ooh! Pie!” he chirped. “Sounds delicious. Who’s it for?”
Grimacing, the solitary man mumbled, “My mother-in-law. For Thanksgiving.” Part of him wished to have the sarcastic, overly-sensitive Sari back; the current AI’s happy-go-lucky vibe was a nice change, though. Annoying, but somewhat nicer to hear.
“How sweet,” Steve said. “It’s nice for you to do that.” His constant chattering had finally slowed to a normal speed of conversation as he talked with Richard.
The corners of Richard’s mouth raised upward as he stared at the papers on his desk. “Thank you, Steve,” he said. “Though it was more forced upon my shoulders, if anything.” A quiet chuckle came from the normally serious man. Steve always somehow made a laugh, even if that was not the AI’s goal.
Steve let out a slight hmm of understand, before adding, “How is Anna-Kate doing?”
“Much better,” he responded. “A wave of bronchitis hit unexpectedly, but other than that, she’s been feeling a lot more energetic. She’s back to her nagging but loving ways.”
The AI laughed a moment. “Yeah, I know how you feel. Sage had a few bugs a while ago; after she got fixed up, she started getting on me about my site organizing system. She reminds me a lot of Anna-Kate.”
“Yeah, they’re definitely alike in many ways.” Glancing down at the computer clock, he frowned at the time. “Sorry, Steve, I have to go now,” he said. “I’ve got to get started on that pie if I want it done in time.” Raising up from his seat, he grabbed the papers off the flat surface before reaching for the “Power” button.
“Goodbye, Richard. Have a nice Thanksgiving.” Google deleted itself as the human pressed the button, shutting down the computer.
“Happy Thanksgiving to you, too,” he murmured before heading for the door.
