At a local parking lot, you push a button to get your ticket.
The ticket emerges and a voice says: "Take the ticket."
It's a female voice, attempting to be as erotically alluring as possible. It's a robot female voice, of course, and it always makes me wonder why this parking lot believes it should offer an erotic experience.
It went like this: "Sorry. Our location is now closed." (Please imagine Siri saying it.)
You might imagine people would ignore this, roll up and shout their orders impatiently. But no. Drey insists: "And they roll right through. I was like…wait a minute this shit works, let's try it again."
She did. It worked again.
And then Drey offered a startling insight into the psychological trigger of this interaction: "No rebuttals, no nothing, you know why? Cause you can't argue with a robot."
Anyone who has screamed down the phone at a customer service robot knows this. Yet still we scream. We're frustrated and, perhaps in our inner depths, we hope that some human, any human may overhear our screaming and come to our aid.
But if you roll up to a Starbucks and a robot tells you it's closed, you make the assumption that there's no point screaming. The robot must be right.
Because robots are unfeeling, unresponsive, and uncomprehending, but they're never wrong. Or, at least, we're conditioned to believe they are.
So we trust their (supposed) objectivity in a way that we can never trust any human's sincerity.
They're taking over anyway, so what's the point of arguing?