Machines, appliances, and gadgets sometimes feel like they have their own personalities — from quirky cars to dignified food processors. What’s the most “human” machine you own?
Ah well then…!
I love my computer for what’s on it, but not, I’m forced to say, for its sparkling personality. In fact it regards human emotion as messy and unpredictable, unworthy of its higher evolution, and if the truth be told, rather embarrassing. It suffers my wilder flights of fancy in inscrutable silence, beneath which, I suspect, is a measure of disdain it would never lower itself to express.
My car and my Mixmaster are a different kettle of moving parts. We have grown old and battered together for 18 and 46 years respectively, and are all at a similar level of functional decrepitude – which probably says something very profound about changing expectations and built-in obsolescence, but that’s for another day.
I have tried to make my mobile phone feel special by giving it a unique and lovingly-crafted charm and a rockin’ ringtone, but the only result is to make it easy to find when two or three mobiles are gathered together. The phone itself appears incapable of rising above stolid conformity.
But what can you do?