Dear Robot . . .

How are you getting on with not being a robot ? I find myself being directed to groups of photos which are obviously of American street scenes and being asked to indicate which squares contain whatever. Obviously my knowledge of American street furniture is poor, and I sometimes have to go through this process two or three times before someone, somewhere – presumably an algorithm – is satisfied that all this ticking of boxes is being done by a human being because no robot would make such stupid mistakes.

About The Author

Born 9 December 1933. Former Royal Air Force person. Retired Church of England Clergyman. Father. Grandfather, and now, Great Grandfather. Citizen of "Nowhere" acccording to my Prime Minister. Citizen of Europe according to me. Fervent Remainer. Thinks that Members of Parliament and especially Ministers of the Crown, who lie to Parliament should be barred from any sort of public office until a public recantation - three shots, then out for life.
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