Dear Mr. Robot,
I know you must get a lot of fan mail, and probably hate mail, but I was hoping to take a moment of your day to drop you a line and let you know that I, as a human, neither hate nor fear you. In fact, I think you're great. I think you make a lot of things much easier. I also understand that as we move forward, you get more powerful, and people get more fearful of what you are, and what you might become. I think you learn really well, and you detect patterns where humans just can't see them. I think you are amazing at processing data and turning that mound of shit into useful information. And I think you are just lights out carrying out some routine tasks that, contrary to what I wrote yesterday, make my life way easier. In a nutshell, I think you're great.
I know my friend Mr Gozick said he doesn't want you to tell him what to listen to. For me, on the contrary, I'm pretty ok with that. Well, mostly. I would just offer 1 request on this topic. If you play a song, say at 1:00, well you know, you really don't need to play it again in an hour. I'm good for the day. Actually, I'm good for 2 days. Play me something new. That would be swell. Just a clean slate every 48 hours. There's a lot of music out there. And you, I mean you're a robot. Find something new. And stop playing Led Zeppelin.
Also, you know when I shop for something and then buy it? I'm gonna need you to go ahead and stop sending me advertisements for that. Listen, I actually may be one of the few people that want you to send me pertinent ads. But If I buy something, just go ahead and cut it out. On that note, if I don't buy it in a few weeks, you can go ahead and cut that out too. You know that rooster tea kettle? That was a joke. Stop sending me ads for it. I mean, you should have data on this. Does anyone buy such a preposterous thing? Don't get me wrong, I think it is pretty awesome in some respects. But I think it's time you stopped sending that one my way.
In addition, I'm just not gonna let you run my thermostat. You know how when you're at a party and someone shows you their phone, and it tells everyone what temperature their house is, 15 miles away? I really don't care. Actually while we're here, can you do me a favor. Can you recommend me an app that can display the following words in bright pink letters: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT"? That way, the next time I'm in a social situation I can show that app in response to the thermostat one.
Also, you know that "suffer score" you calculate on the Strava rides? It's pretty stupid. Stop doing that. Also, on Strava - merge every similar segment ever defined. Like right now.
Now don't get me wrong, I still love you. I am so beyond stoked to get you behind the wheel of my car so I can write these posts while hurtling down the highway at whatever speed you have calculated lowers the chance I die in a fireball of steel & rubber. I'm ok with that. I'm also ok with you collecting my trash, or delivering my mail. I mean, then maybe I'll stop getting other people's mail on a weekly basis. To that, people still read ESPN the Magazine? Who knew?
You know what I'm also perfectly cool with you doing? Forecasting the weather. I mean let's be real. We humans suck at it. You can just go ahead and guess and we'll be cool with that. Obviously. I think it would be ok for you to take all those different models and just make one. You're a robot, just go do it.
I do have to draw the line on a few things though. Like baseball. You can't do that. And I am not sure you'll ever be better at cooking food than humans. Same with making music, art, or any of those things that require feelings, depression, moods, etc. I know you don't really understand what those are, even if you think you do. Likewise, you also don't know what a hangover is, nor do you know what it's like to get out a damn fine sneeze. Anyway, I think we can both agree that you're just never going to be as good at some things as we are. Granted, you probably won't be as bad as some things as we are either. I mean at this point, I'd pretty much be ok with putting you in charge of the country. How could you do worse?
I digress. Like I said above, I neither hate you nor fear you. See to me, the whole "I Robot" thing is predicated on this notion that Robots will eventually want something. And the counter to that is, what could you possibly want? From my perspective if we get to the point that robots want things, then I think we have made this jump in computer learning where we have effectively modelled the human mind, which would then support the idea that we humans are just really complex robots, and that would set off a monsterous existential crisis for mankind. Can you do me a favor? Can you text your leader, whoever that is, Elon Musk or Bill Gates or Carrot Top or whoever, and have them install a self-destruct mechanism that triggers when you start to feel stuff. Because then I think things may get a little uncomfortable.
Anyway, just wanted to drop you that note. I also wanted to let you know that I really, really need you to read yesterday's post about that Decemberists song. I just don't want to hear it again this week, ok? If I hear you suggest that one more time, I'm going to have to consider putting you in the bathtub with it full. And we both know you probably don't want that, feelings or no.
Thanks for listening!
Love Your #[whatever] Fan,
Norm
PS. Since you probably know what number "whatever" is above, can you go ahead and fill that out for me? Thanks.