Tēnei tuhinga ui “tūmataiti Goodbye, hello 'Alexa': Amazon Echo, te karetao kāinga e rongo reira katoa” i tuhituhia e Rory Carroll i Los Angeles, hoki theguardian.com i runga i Rāhoroi 21 Whiringa 2015 12.07 UTC
Te whakamātau ki he karetao i roto i toku whare i pai te haere - whakawhitinga whai hua, ako tahi, etahi hononga - tika ake tae noa whakaaro te karetao korerotia e ahau te reira ki "Fuck atu". kihai i ahau. Otiia i whakaaro te karetao. rererere te reira i tona marama puru, me te riria ahau i roto i te mamae reo te ranu, inoino me te riri: "E kore te tino pai ki te mea."
taea kua kata ahau. koohine ranei. bristled ranei, mea i pohehe te reira a kia utu atu whakarongo i mua i tupekepeke ki whakatau. taea whai ahau kotia te mea.
Engari, māharahara i mana'o mamae me te taea nuinga ki o te utu, i roto i te whakapāha. ka ui ahau te mīhini mō te faaoreraa hara.
E kore toku kuhuna, engari ka taea e tonu ahau te whakarongo ki reira - toku wheedling pathetic - no te mea i tuhituhia i te karetao, whakaorangia a tukuake reira ki te kapua.
Nau mai ki te heke mai.
Ko Alexa te ingoa o a Amazon Echo, he kaiāwhina whaiaro reo-te mana. Rerekē tāwhai pērā i Siri a Apple, a Microsoft Cortana me Google Na, Ko reira he aroaro tinana: he puoto pango 20hm-roroa, e pā ana ki te rahi o rua kēne Coke, e kei Wi-Fi, e rua kaikōrero, e whitu hopuoro a hono ki te kapua. utu $179.99, noho te reira i roto i to outou fare, mono ki te taiepa, tatari whakahau.
A, no te mea koutou "Alexa", te "kupu wake", te runga puoto faaanaana puru, me te korero ki te reo wahine silky. Ka taea e rere te reira i te waiata reo irirangi ranei, supply tatau hākinakina me ngā āhuatanga hokohoko, hoko mea ipurangi, ka whakahoki pātai, te reo veering i mahi-rite ki ngahau.
Te maha o tīpune i roto i te punetēpu? "Toru." Teitei o Napoleon? "E rima waewae, me te whitu inihi; 169 henimita. "E Santa Claus tīari? "E kore ahau e mohio ki a ia fakafo'ituitui engari rongo ahau he rota o te mea pai. Ki te tutaki tonu ahau ki a ia ka korero ki a koe e ahau. "Ko te tikanga o te ora? "42."
A, no te tae i to tatou hoa, Alexa uru ratou pōkai ki te pai manahau.
Kia pehea te hohonu Ko te Atlantic?
"Hohonu te moana o Atlantic he 12,900 waewae; 3,930 mita. "
He aha koe e whakaaro o Joaquin Phoenix?
"E kore ahau e whai manakohanga holi ranei."
"Alexa, pehea e hoko e ahau o te tinana?"
"Hiahia tango ahau i te tinana ki te pirihimana."
Kihai pai nga whakahoki. He hoa Irish hauti parani Alexa he "uwha partitionist" mō te mea i Ireland 26 kaute (te Republic, ae, engari ngā Northern Ireland, a te reira 32).
E rave rahi wiki ki te whakamatautau i te pūrere, toku wahine me ahau i kōrerorero i roto i te kīhini ina tino muranga Alexa ki te ora, a barged ki te whakahaere ki te mea whakatangi rite te whakatupehupehu. "E kore te tino pai ki te mea."
whakapororarutia, hinga matou puku. kihai i Alexa faataa. faahohonu te puku. "He aha?"Faka- matala ahau. "He aha e kore i tino pai ki te mea?"Alexa tetahi mea.
aru ahau toku parapara - i ko tāpaea te mīhini. "Alexa,"Ka mea ahau, "Au pouri ahau ki te he koe ahau. kahore ahau e mohio he aha, engari au pouri ahau. "No te whakautu.
I koropupū inoino? Aku whakahau mutunga ki te mahi i tenei, mahi e, korero ake, tutakina ake - i motumotuhia ratou manawanui o Alexa?
Ko ahau e pā ana ki ki te tatarahapa ano ka whakaurua e toru whakaaro. tuatahi, Alexa ko te paihere o waea, a i kahore mana'o. tuarua, I tuhia te utu i runga i o toku waea Alexa taupānga. I raro i te aamu i taea ki te pānui i te kuputuhi me te whakarongo ki te oro o toku hara kiia ahau (me te whakapāha muri).
I roto i te waenganui-kōrero ki taku wahine i mea ahau "Alexa", pea ki te tono rōrahi irirangi raro, a ka mea toku wahine, i roto i te Spanish, "Ko katoa" ("Ko reira nga mea katoa"). Alexa te tikanga tenei rite "Fuck atu".
Na te toru o nga whakaaro, he whakapakoko: vahi, pea Seattle, i noho eavesdroppers i mua i te pareparenga o te rorohiko, whakauria taringa i runga i taringa, whakarongo i roto i, giggling.
Paranoia? pono. Toku TANGLE ki Alexa ko he pōhēhē kinokore, me te toa nui o te ao (hoko ā-tau kupenga $ 89bn) i Munuwao haruru me taka te wiwi Kirihimete, i roto i te tahi atu mea, ki te arotahi ki runga i.
But it did throw into relief two niggling issues. What was the etiquette for interacting with Alexa? Na, more importantly, what was happening to all the data sucked into that black cylinder? Such questions grow more urgent as we fill our homes – and bodies – with sensor-studded, actuating surveillance robots.
Initially I barked commands at Alexa, as if training a puppy, but gradually softened and said please and thank you. Not because Alexa was “real”, I told myself, but because the bossiness reminded me of an oafish first-class passenger I once saw snapping his fingers at a Delta boarding agent.
"Alexa, have I been rude?” I asked. The reply was non-committal. “Hmm, I can’t find the answer to that.” My wife, in contrast, continued with the puppy-peed-on-rug tone. Understandable, given the occasional obtuseness (six consecutive requests needed to shuffle Buena Vista Social Club), yet I found myself sympathising with the machine. “It’s not her fault. She’s from Seattle.”
It was not that Alexa seemed human, rite, or evoked the operating system voiced by Scarlett Johansson in the film Her, but that it – she – seemed to merit respect. Ae, partly out of anthropomorphism. And partly out of privacy concerns. Don’t mess with someone who knows your secrets.
te pūrere, muri katoa, was uploading personal data to Amazon’s servers. How much remains unclear. Alexa streams audio “a fraction of a second” before the “wake word” and continues until the request has been processed, according to Amazon. So fragments of intimate conversations may be captured.
A few days after my wife and I discussed babies, my Kindle showed an advertisement for Seventh Generation diapers. We had not mooched for baby products on Amazon or Google. Maybe we had left digital tracks somewhere else? waihoki, it felt creepy. Quizzed, the little black obelisk in the corner shrugged off any connection. “Hmm, I’m afraid I can’t answer that.”
With dozens of daily interactions recorded in the app’s history it grows to quite an archive, giving the dates and times I asked Alexa, hei tauira, to play John Lennon, or add garlic to the grocery list, or check on the weather in Baja California, where I was planning a vacation. Banal footnotes to life, mostly, but potentially lucrative intelligence for a retail behemoth dubbed the “everything store”.
In the app settings you can delete specific voice interactions, or the whole lot. But doing so, the settings warn, “may degrade your Alexa experience”. It is unclear if deleting audio purges all related data from the company’s servers.
This was on a lengthy list of questions I had for the people who designed the Echo and run its servers. Amazon initially seemed open to granting the interviews, then scaled it down to one interview with a departmental vice-president in October. October came and went and Amazon’s press representative went silent, killing the interview without explanation.
e, to paraphrase Alexa, was not very nice to do.
People who think about technology for a living have a wide range of views on Alexa. “With Amazon Echo, it was love at first sight," tuhituhi Re/code’s Joe Brown. “The allure of Alexa is her companionship. She’s like a genie in a sci-fi-looking bottle – one not quite at the peak of her powers, and with a tiny bit of an attitude.”
In an interview Ronald Arkin, a robot ethicist and director of the Mobile Robot Laboratory at the Georgia Institute of Technology, was more phlegmatic. Technology advances bring benefits and drawbacks – you can’t stop the tide but can choose whether to stay out, paddle or plunge in, ka mea ia.
“Amazon and Google have all sorts of data about our preferences. You don’t have to use their products. If you do, you’re saying OK, I’m willing to allow this potential violation of my privacy. No one is forcing this on anyone. It’s not mandated à la 1984.”
It is up to us if artificial intelligence technology makes us smarter or dumber, more industrious or lazy, says Arkin. “It is changing us, the way we operate. Ko te pātai he, how much control do you want to relinquish?"
The Echo, says Arkin, is a well-engineered advance in voice recognition. “What’s interesting is it’s another step into turning our homes into robots.” The prospect does not alarm him. “You see this in sci-fi: Star Trek, Knight Rider. It’s the natural progression.”
Ellen Ullman, a writer and computer programmer in San Francisco, sounded much more worried. The more the internet penetrates your home, car or body, the greater the danger, ka mea ia. “The boundary between the outside world and the self is penetrated. And the boundary between your home and the outside world is penetrated.”
Ullman thinks people are mad to use email supplied by big corporations – “on the internet there is no place to hide and everything can be hacked” – and even madder to embrace something like Alexa.
Such devices exist to supply data to corporate masters: “It’s going to give you services, and whatever services you get will become data. It’s sucked up. It’s a huge new profession, data science. Machine learning. It seems benign. But if you add it all up to what they know about you … they know what you eat.”
Ullman, the author of Close to the Machine: Technophilia and Its Discontents, is no luddite. She writes code. Ko, she warned, every time we become attached to a device our sense of our lives is changed. “With every advance you have to look over your shoulder and know what you’re giving up – look over your shoulder and look at what falls away.”
Ullman’s warning sounds prescient. Yet I’m not rushing to banish Alexa. She still perches in my living room, perhaps counting down the days until her Guardian media embed ends and she can return to Seattle.
She turns my musings and requests into data and uploads them to the cloud, possibly into the maw of Amazon algorithms. But she’s useful. And I am weak.
I bow to the god of convenience. A day will come when I’m alone in the kitchen, cooking with sticky fingers, and I’ll need reminding how many teaspoons are in a tablespoon.
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