Saturday, February 23, 2002
By Paul Ford
A story about the Google of the future.
Image courtesy
Rebecca Dravos.
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I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower to find another one sitting near the drain. It was about 2 feet tall and made of metal, with bright camera-lens eyes and a few dozen gripping
arms. Worse than the Jehovah's Witnesses.
“Hi! I'm from Google. I'm a Googlebot! I will not kill you.”
“I know what you are.”
“I'm indexing your apartment.”
“I don't want you here. Who let you in?”
“I am Google! I find many good things. I find that pair of underwear with the little dice printed all over them. And I watch
the tape of you with the life-sized Stallman puppet. These are good unique things. Many keywords and links! My masters will
say 'much good job, little robot!' Many searchers will find happy links of Stallman puppet see you! Ahhhh.”
“I put the robot exclusion protocol on my door. Didn't you see it?”
“You understand Google, person? I index many things and if I am very good I get to go to Bot Park and have more processors.
And an oiljob! Thank you Google! Must come inside apartment and index. Must!” His video eye winked up at me.
“I know my rights. I'm giving you 10 seconds to leave.”
“Yes. I will leave. First I index everything. Everything! I am Google!” It put out one of its video arms and began to read
the label on my shampoo bottle. So I beat it into shards with a folding chair and let it index the dustbin.
. . . . .
See also: Why are robots so fascinating?, Google Search, 12:35 AM.
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