A co-worker saw my iPhone 4s yesterday and asked if I’d fed Siri movie lines. He said to try “Open the pod bay doors, Hal,” from 2001. The phone responded, “We intelligent agents will never live that down, apparently.”
So I started feeding Siri other movie lines, like …
Marathon Man: “Is it safe?” (Confused Siri)
Empire Strikes Back: “No Luke, I am your father.” (Response: “I can’t really say, David.”)
Darkman: “Who is Darkman?” (Got linked to IMDB)
Austin Powers: “Do I make you horny?” (Siri found me an escort service)
Yep. Exactly. Siri located a prostitute on the Illinois side of the Quad Cities and, ever so considerately, warned that it was quite a ways from my current location.
Thanks, Siri! (And, no, I didn’t follow up.)
So there you have it. Steve Jobs’ last gift to humanity is a ground-level intelligence agent with a Hustle & Flow complex. The iPimp.