Yesterday someone told me they're considering buying a coffee machine with "AI features".
In my head, a little thought bubble popped up, like Homer Simpson when he’s thinking:
- "Machine, make me a coffee."
- "Sure! Here’s your coffee!"
Inside: a mix of coffee, tea, chocolate, gear oil, and leftovers from a 1986 birthday dinner.
- "Machine, this isn’t coffee! It’s disgusting! You've poisoned me!"
- "You’re right. If you'd like, I can give you the number for poison control, or, if it's too late, for a funeral home."
I replied: "Personally, I prefer making my coffee myself."







