She was, I suppose, entitled to blow her sensors.
Tuesday night, I was watching — trying to watch — Game 4 of the World Series on Fox, when there was a loud disturbance in the hallway. It was, without human prompting, Alexa, and she was angry:
“Enough! Turn that guy off or kiss me goodbye! It’s either me or him!”
And so John Smoltz had done it. He had infuriated Alexa, artificial intelligence. And beware a woman gizmo scorned!
