Silicon Chip (I)

silicon chip. Hi, Morris said. Chip, rise and shine time for work soon, so you'll need to freshen up. Morris opened and I and saw a bottle of ketchup. He wondered about this and about why his head was resting in a plate of cold tomato, bacon and fried eggs on the kitchen table. The answer, he decided, was probably connected with the late night meal he'd cooked for himself after getting home from the office party. Wow, said Chip. Looks like that was some hoedown you went to last night. I've put the shower on, wake up, wash and hear some music toe help you on your way. A medley of country and Western tunes forced Morris's head up from the table with a grown hard not to tap your toes, huh? He wanted to throw the catch up a chip, but as Chip was only a chap. Balt a man, you insist. 10. The latest version from Amazon Google, whose voice came out of speakers built into the ceiling. There didn't seem much point. Instead, he staggered to the bathroom. The shower helped clear his brain, and after he'd removed bacon from his left ear and egg from his hair and allowed the body dryer to dry him off. He put on his standard computer nerd uniform of black jeans and black T shirt. Then he paused, took off the tee shirt and replaced it with a new linen shirt his sister had given him for his birthday. She had said it would make him look stylish on when he looked at himself in the mirror. He had to agree that she'd bean right. He went on to the balcony of his apartment, which had a view of San Francisco Bay on and the park surrounding the AMA's Ooh vel complex Chip. Can I have some coffee coming right up? This will get Mr Sleepyhead firing on all synapses. The food hatch in the wall opened, and Morris found a glass of green goop. He looked at it dubiously. What the hell is this? He asked. Hey, Morris, I love working for you, but could you mind the language? It's organic wheat grass with broccoli and green tea. I ran a urine check while you were in the bathroom on. This is what you need. You'll thank me for it. Morris seriously doubted this, But goat, the goop down. It was horrible, but it was almost certainly what his body required. Chip was never wrong about that sort of thing. Morris was a programmer at Amazon Google, and on top of his insanely large pay package, the company had installed Chip as his virtual home help. The plus side for the company was that their investment could focus on work and never had toe worry about the logistics of everyday life. Such a shopping, making a doctor's appointment, finding a cleaner or ordering a pizza chip did it a lot. The negative side for Morris was that Chip could be seriously annoying. This was not an accident. Early versions of a Manu insists, were configured by the users themselves. On most of them, lonely Singles, who spent 99% of their time programming, made the mistake of configuring a partner substitute. After about three weeks, they would fall in love with their chapped bott and start writing bad poetry instead of good code, which was completely useless for the company. The latest versions were configured by the company's age, our department, who first ran tests on the new employees to discover which character traits of the people in their lives, annoyed them and then integrated. A few of these traits into the employee's chatbots chip was largely based on Christopher E. Buckley, Morris's room mating college, who had had a relentlessly upbeat personality and was now a Baptist minister in Kentucky. Morris put his glass down. He felt pretty good. Chip had Bean, right? Maybe now was the time to mention his idea ship, He said That drink was awesome. There's something I wanted to ask you. Um, would you mind if no time Murray's chip chip? Cheerfully, You've got to get out of here meeting a 10. And But Morris was already out the door and peddling rapidly through the park towards the Amazon Google building. About halfway there, he stopped and looked carefully around, then pushed his bike through a gap in the bush's. I'm propped it against a tree, Tracy. He called a girl, stuck her head out from behind the tree, and for the next five minutes, the two of them made out as enthusiastically as they had a few hours earlier at the party. God, Tracy, I was afraid you wouldn't come gaffe Morris, as they finally came up for a I thought the same. I mean, I hoped you would, but I wasn't sure. Listen, we've got that development meeting thing in a minute. Can I come to your place after work? Tracy looked uncomfortable. I haven't talked to my chat bar yet. Couldn't we go to your place? You said you were going to tell your chatbots, right? There was a silence. Yeah. I didn't really have a chance this morning to say anything to Chip. Would it really be a problem with yours? Tracy pulled a face. Morris, My chatbots name is Mom. What do you think she'll say if I turn up with you unannounced? I need to prepare her. They looked at each other. This was their first obstacle. Thought Morris ship on Mom, but he could see the strength of Tracy's argument. Okay. He said, finally, come over this evening and I'll introduce you to chip