The computer may be incompetent in itself--that is, unable to do the work for which it was designed. This kind of incompetence can never be eliminated, because the Peter Principle applies in the plants where computers are designed and manufactured.
What about the contacts your mum had?_ his dad asked.__ rang and spoke to four very polite computers who gave me all these options and then cut out on me. Then I tried the post office, because they were advertising, and I spoke to another computer. Very rude, that one. Don__ think it recognized __re you shitting me?_ as an option.___ou know why that is?___hy is that, Dominic?_ Tom had asked drolly, because he knew he was going to be told why.__ecause we don__ live in a society anymore, Tom. We live in an economy. We__e not citizens. We__e customers. That__ what this government__ done to us.
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What about the contacts your mum had?_ his dad asked.__ rang and spoke to four very polite computers who gave me all these options and then cut out on me. Then I tried the post office, because they were advertising, and I spoke to another computer. Very rude, that one. Don__ think it recognized __re you shitting me?_ as an option.___ou know why that is?___hy is that, Dominic?_ Tom had asked drolly, because he knew he was going to be told why.__ecause we don__ live in a society anymore, Tom. We live in an economy. We__e not citizens. We__e customers. That__ what this government__ done to us.
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