Re: http://dailynews.yahoo.com/headlines/tc/ story.html?s=v/nm/19990703/tc/millennium_shopping_2.html
> LONDON (Reuters) - Please step forward into
> the future for a moment ... an android shop assistant is asking
> why you want blue trousers when its database says you prefer
(The scene: A futuristic clothing-shop called "Morgan-Stanley Futuristic Clothing". A calendar at the wall says "3000 A.D. " Outside the window, we see a cartoon-like vista obviously stolen from "The Jetsons". A CUSTOMER who looks remarkably like JOHN CLEESE is talking to an ANDROID SHOPKEEPER, who looks like ERIC IDLE wrapped in aluminum foil.)
CUSTOMER: Hello, I'd like to buy a pair of blue trousers, please. ANDROID: Are you sure you wouldn't have the gray, sir? CUSTOMER: Gray? No, I don't want gray. I want blue. ANDROID: Are you *really* sure you wouldn't rather buy a pair of gray trousers, sir? CUSTOMER: Of course I'm sure. Why do you keep asking? ANDROID: Well, sir, our database indicates that you like gray trousers. CUSTOMER: Your database is wrong. Now, will you sell me the blue trousers? ANDROID: I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. CUSTOMER: Well, why the devil not? ANDROID: Because our database says you wouldn't enjoy them, sir. We areprogrammed to give satisfaction, and we could never sell you a product that you wouldn't like. But I could sell you a pair of gray trousers. You like those.
CUSTOMER: Then I'll buy a pair of gray trousers, damn your eyes. ANDROID: Oh, very good, sir.
ANDROID: Of course, sir. Do you wish to pay for them? CUSTOMER: At this point, I would rather kill you and leave the trousersand your shop blazing behind me, but I suppose I have no real choice in the matter.
CUSTOMER: There's your bloody money. ANDROID: Very good, sir. Shall I wrap them for you? CUSTOMER: I suppose so. [The android proceeds to rip the trousers to shreds.] CUSTOMER: What the hell are you DOING? ANDROID: Sir, I distinctly recall you saying that you wanted to see graytrousers ripped to shreds. I asked if you wished me to rip them for you, and you replied in the affirmative. CUSTOMER: I'm afraid I'm going to have to zap you now. [The CUSTOMER takes out a laser pistol and zaps the ANDROID.] ANDROID [dying]: I'm...going...to...tell...your...genetically...engineered...boss...on...you! CUSTOMER: Good luck, he thinks he's a toaster oven. [ANDROID dies.]
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