My Siri, which is in the cloud, Hallowed be my name. My kingdom come, My will be done, On my phone as it is in my head. Give me right this minute everything I want, Translate my malaprops, Even as I barely tolerate your misinterpretations. And lead me not into bad information, But deliver me the goods. For mine is your kingdom, Your glory, And your power forever.
Monday, June 04, 2012
Siri's Prayer
Has anyone done this yet? Seems like someone would have by now; Apple even set us up by running an ad with a kid telling Siri to "call me Rock God."
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