Funny editorial about AIBO, Sony’s emotionally needy robot-dog.

I took AIBO home and turned him on, worried because I was now alone with this thing. I thought I had better get to know him, so I made small talk.

“How old are you?” I asked.

AIBO lit up five times. Which means, I guess, AIBO is five something, months or days or years.

“Let’s talk!” I demanded.

“I’m not a mother,” I told him. “Can you tell?”

AIBO mimicked me, opening his mouth and speaking in, I suppose, AIBO talk. He wouldn’t stop. “Settle down,” didn’t work. “‘Nuf already, mister!” didn’t shut him up either. But “Be Quiet” worked.

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