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Alexa down!


She, the brainchild of Rohit Prasad -

India-born person who breathed life
into Alexa, and lead technology side
of project almost from its inception.

Amazon Alexa Echo
a marvel of voice activation technology,
(reportedly voiced by Nina Rolle,
a voice actress and singer
based in Boulder, Colorado,
though neither Amazon
nor Rolle officially
confirmed nor denied rumor).

Aforementioned electrical engineer
recognized as being a key figure
leading the technology side of the project
and the AI that powers it,
along with his colleague Tony Reid.

Yours truly welcomes with bated breath
yet to be designed technological
electronic marvels making
yesteryear's futuristic technological inventions
appear laughably quaint.

Courtesy a fellow tenant
we (the missus and me befriended)
gifted an Amazon Echo.

Rather than enrich the coffers of Jeff Bezos
(paying five dollars a month
for commercial free listening),
we (the missus and myself)
clearly enunciate "Alexa off"
when product or service plugged,
and like an obedient quasi robot,
she shuts herself off
after being screamed at

until me blue in the face

(methinks she snubs authority)

indicated courtesy
snapping, crackling and popping sounds
plus a ring of fiery light

flashing an expletive

that necessitates off afterwards.

 

Ah...I just love
the latest in modern technology,
especially entrepreneurs
who dream up
out of this webbed wide world gizmos
sporting the latest capacities
in artificial intelligence
that boggle the mind.

 

At some point in time,
what appeared as futuristic yesterday
will become the everyday
humdrum reality of today,
whereby sophisticated machines
(smarter than their inventors)
will serve as prairie home companions
(emulating Norwegian bachelor farmers
for eligible bachelorettes)
performing much of the labor
(such as making powder milk biscuits
giving shy people
the necessary courage)
and be heavily involved
and outright aggressive
incorporating significant decision making
within the military intelligence complex
essentially rewriting the rules
not only applicable to mortal Kombat,
but also taking charge
of the levers of power
and consigning population at large
to rough and tumble
modus operandi of survival,
whereby fearsome bloody
foo fighting gangs (from Battle Creek)
cripple the infrastructure
and enslave those who trumpet
and/or advance progressive policies
(read Democratically liberal tenets)
to chain gangs subjected
to backbreaking labor
from sunup to sundown.

 

Those who attempted
to escape the torturous existence
only found themselves
condemned to a fate
worse than death, albeit
getting caught cheating by the wife.

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