Forgotten Lore
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over
many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, trying to come up
with a Halloween column was a bore. It seemed not a single idea that
my mind conceived of satisfied my need of. My need of a topic that
was not a bore. My need of a column that I hadn't done before. Then
is when I noticed, resting gently on the glass top coffee table. My
iPhone, fully charged, ready, able to handle any single chore.
Soon my fingers went to tapping, some would say gently rapping.
Rapping across the glass touch screen. Typing for an answer to my
problem. I asked Siri to find me answers, find me a common list of
Halloween traditions. Yet all Sir would reply with was “nevermore”.
“Nevermore”? What is this “nevermore”? Oh, a curse upon this
iOS 7! A curse upon it and it's day glow colors, that cheerfully
display the “nevermore.”
Desperately I spoke the words once more, the words that would
complete my futile chore “Siri, what are some popular American
Halloween traditions?” Still, Siri would only reply with
“nevermore”. I threw the phone down into my easy chair, and ran
up the stair. To the computer inside my office door, the one that I
had used all those many times before. I woke the computer and went to
Google, Google an answer to my chore, an answer that would not make
my Halloween column a bore.
But alas, Google was not the answer, the router was shot, the
connection was no more. Then is when I realized to my own horror,
that my only connection to the outside world, and the world wide web,
was that of 4G on the device that kept repeating “nevermore”. I
rushed back down and picked up the iPhone, “Siri, truly your
forgiveness I implore! I must complete this chore, or else my column
will be a bore!” Quoth, Siri, “Nevermore”.
“Vive digital temptress!” I exclaimed, “A pox upon thee, Siri!
A pox upon thee and thy programmer's door. A pox that will curse them
with 'nevermore'!” In my desperation, I tried to message friends
for help, yet the update of iOS 7 had shattered my iMessages. Text as
much as I could, it seemed I could not reach them. “Siri, please, I
beg you, can you tell me how to fix my messages?”
Quoth, Siri, “Nevermore”.
A loud rumble of thunder, and a crack of lighting roared, wind so
furious it blew open my chamber door. I quickly ran to the door, and
tried with all my might to shut it once more. Once shut, I finally
collapsed, collapsed into the soft cushions of my straight back chair
that faced the door. Collapsed determined to no longer hear Siri
speak “nevermore”. My exhaustion gave in, and I rested, woken
only in the morning by the feeling of the warm sun rising upon an
Autumn day.
I woke and grabbed my iPhone, which had somehow landed over by the
fireplace. I asked “Siri, what does my day look like?” “You
have a meeting at two”. I was in no state to be seen by others, so
I simply said to Siri “Cancel the meeting, I shall be attending
them, nevermore”. With time I finished my column, and it was not a
bore. Still I remain curious, curious of that night, and if ever
again will I hear Siri say to me “nevermore”.
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