Dr. Tundra enters a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender, with great drink-making and conversational algorithms, but no facial or voice-recognition software.
The robot serves him a perfectly prepared Peyote Sling, and then asks him: “What’s your IQ?” Tundra replies “150” and the robot proceeds to make conversation about quantum physics and spirituality, chaos and environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nano-technology, and the sexual proclivities of the common earthworm.
Tundra is impressed.
He decides to test the robot. He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink.
Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink — this time a Viking Fizz — and asks him, “What’s your IQ?” Tundra responds, “about a 100.” Immediately the robot starts talking, but this time about football, hockey, baseball, supermodels, brands of beer, guns, and women’s breasts.
Really impressed, Tundra leaves the bar and decides to give the robot one more test. He heads out and returns, the robot serves him and asks, “What’s your IQ?”
“Er, 60, I think,” Tundra slurs.
And the robot asks … real slowly…
“So…………… ya gonna vote for the Liberals again?”
Inspired by:
Stolen email from Dave Duncan, who got it from somewhere else, I’m sure.
rim-shot award of the week!
Nice joke.
Oh, that’s classic.