Carol rode her hands-free, never-fall motorcycle-of-the-future to her favorite comedy club. It was so simple: Just put the address into the GPS unit and enjoy the ride.
At the club, a ventriloquist was onstage. He asked the dummy, “What do you call a vehicle whose GPS always takes the long way?”
The dummy “answered,” “I don’t know, what do you call it?”
The audience snickered, but the robotic beverage server stopped in its tracks and yelled at the ventriloquist: “What gives you the right to insult artificial intelligence? You should be ashamed!”
The ventriloquist was astonished and ashamed. He began, “I’m sorry, I didn’t …”
“You keep out of this,” the robotic server hollered. “I’m talking to that little twerp on your knee.”
Carol’s ride home was less carefree.