Bad machines wrong moves

I’ve started to talk to my laptop. I forgot I wasn’t on a zoom call. I said something like, ‘why did you do that?’ As though I was scolding a dog. And then I said, ‘ok I’m sorry.’

I apologised to my laptop, forgetting that its mistakes are my mistakes. That it is programmed to do only good things for me, as long as I do good things for it. 

I’m taking the whole incident as a sign that I’m going to be okay in the robotic age. And then I remembered that actually all along I have been talking to my car. Not every time I drive it, but I did get caught telling it to calm down at a red light, while someone in the car alongside was watching. 

She seemed to be a nice person, and she laughed, kind of understanding where I was coming from. That shut me up. And now that I think of it, I wonder why I was more comfortable talking to the car, than talking to a stranger nearby. 

When the coffee machine broke down I had nothing to say to it. It was dead metal as far as I was concerned. Although I did whisper one final insult in its ear. I said, ‘you’re done. You’re not getting fixed. I’ve had it with you.’

There are no wrong moves. Like plants we grow to to the light. We may twist and turn, but even that contributes to what we will become. Embrace the change.