I’m worried about my son. It’s not just because he camped out all night at the Apple store on Knox Street, so he could be among the first to buy the new iPhone 4S this morning. It’s because Jordan, who’s 17, has apparently fallen in love with Siri, the phone’s new voice-activated personal assistant.
All day he’s been babbling meaningless questions and requests into his phone: “Siri, how old is the earth?” “Siri, can you wake me up at 4 p.m.?” “Siri, what is the weather like in Chicago?” “Siri, tell me a joke.” (“Two iPhones walked into a bar …,” Siri replied.)
I keep thinking he’ll get bored with it, but after his latest question, I’m not so sure. “Siri, I love you,” Jordan said. “Will you marry me?” Answered Siri, who claims to be genderless, “I think we should just be friends.”
