Dear Dr. Bones,
La noblesse bleue are all agog about some new e-parlour game that sounds to Paddy and Eye rather like the good old Caucus Race
in that everybooby (who plays) gets to be a Big Winner and receive a little tinsel star or some such token of collective self-appreciation (CSA).
The CSA angle by itself would guarantee Paddy's nonparticipation: Their Worships are rather too good at CSA already, so good that if Eye were a whight-winger, I might worry more about being outdone at Rio Limbaugh's national sport than bein' drowned in a sea of semi-Hispanic unwhighteousness.
Furthermore, as employés of El Chipo de Silicio, Paddy and Eye would be baincapped on the spot by Big Management if THEY ever found out we spend our hardly earned bucks on frippery like that, idle luxury that becomes only one’s predestinate Betters.
However, neither of those excellent reasons for us will cut any ice with the Blue Blazers.
Speaking of seas and ice and drowning, though, here is an argument that might register:
| Captain, ¿Isn't that an iceberg . . . (( fold here )) . . . over there, off the starboard bow? 
Rearranging the deck chairs is very important, I know, sir, but not if the ship is spamwrecked before we can enjoy the delightful innovation.
Being but a landlubber, sir, I'm not altogether sure that's the starboard bow. Rumor has it that there is a group called "Eskimoes for DeFranco" . . . .
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It looks to me, Dr. Bones, as if the gunk is program-generated, picked at random out in WWWonderland and then put into an orbit that eventually intersects with that of the Great Blue Hill Nobooby human would want to read such stuff, and that is no doubt exactly why the Esquimaux (or the WhightGuard Officers Mess, or whoever may be responsible) deploy it. [*]
(( UPDATE: in fiddling with the G@@G and the HTML about that snapshot, I noticed that the items all have the same datestamp, which settles it: 'Fingers' Fehrnstrom himself couldn't do that trick manually. ))
¿Perhaps one of your learnèd colleagues in the Phlogiston Department can think of a way to apply the Turing Test?
Happy days.
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[*] Previous incidents on a much smaller scale were, as I recall, almost always trying to sell something. In that case, the perps can only have been human.
The so-called "Artificial Intelligence" is notoriously still far more sizzle than steak, even after all these years. As far as I know, "Artificial Huckstering" does not yet even sizzle. Whole generations or even centuries may pass before our electronic fellow citizens really grok Vendo ergo sum. If, indeed, they ever do.
And Mammon knows best.
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