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I cringed the whole time watching this. Is this shit for real? They should fire everybody in charge of releasing this video to the public.
"Jarvis, what is the worst marketing video ever?"
That was really bad. He seems like a really awkward dude.
he just ate the bread right out of the toaster without putting anything on it.
pr stunt to show tech about how much you are disconnected with realty.
"with... this... *awkward look off camera* app I... built."
"My house is a secure fortress that operates purely on the whim of a rickety AI that I built."
"I forgot my Facebook password now my house doesn't work"
"Jarvis also like to join our family for playtime" hehe
Was the zuckmeister supposed to be robotic and stale?
Oh man hes such a broh
emoji smile - 1 sec.
emoji serious - .2 sec
emoji smile - .5 sec
emoji unsure - .3 sec
emoji smile - .5 sec
Is he trying to market himself as Tony Stark and is this the architect 'I designed it (just dont ask any of my underpaid staff?)'?
*Microsoft Songsmith flashbacks
someone should make some cardboard masks with karen and ed zuckerberg's faces and rob that house.
Thanks for reminding me that I want absolutely nothing to do with you or your company, ever, Mark.
In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock! as if it were afraid nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!
In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunnyside up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk.
"Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling., "in the city of Allendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. "Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills."
Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.