Technology is wonderful, no doubt about it. Where would we be without such life enhancing
inventions such as car alarms, leaf blowers, boom boxes, pop-up ads and
automated telephone menus that offer nine stupefying options in six languages.
Our ancestors would be amazed.
But now, the would-be Edisons of the world have truly
outdone themselves. Using sinister Big Brother robotics, they have produced a
scary product that will deny you the freedom of choice at its most elementary
level.
Ladies and gentlemen, we present the Luce X2, a
vending machine that uses facial recognition technology to deny you access to
potato chips or chocolate bars or cigarettes or anything else it may feel is
bad for you based on your medical records or dietary habits.
No matter how many dollar bills you feed into it, you
won’t get that bag of Fritos or Hershey bar you crave. No matter how hard you hammer it with your
fist, it won’t dislodge that can of Mountain Dew.
It’s man versus machine and the machine knows who you
are. If you don’t behave, it might tell
other machines. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?
I’m all for a healthy life style. But if there’s
anything worse than jamming a chili cheeseburger down your throat, it’s having
to swallow misguided intentions.
The machines, a product of Great Britain, are able to
identify and greet a user, remember a person’s preferences and even refuse to
vend a certain product based on a shopper’s age, medical record, dietary
requirements or purchase history.
A ham and cheese sandwich? Sorry, Charlie, you get a kale on wheat, hold
the mayo, with a side of broccoli florets.
One potential customer suggested that the machines
could come equipped with prerecorded
messages to motivate the user, like: "Don't you think you have had
enough" or "Have you seen yourself in the mirror?
Of course, if I really want that ham and cheese on a
roll I can ask my buddy, a former Army Airborne Ranger who does triathlons on
his days off, to order it for me. Surely he could pass mechanized muster.
Or, given that facial
recognition is the key, I can just flash a picture of Sonya "The Black Widow" Thomas who holds more than 20 world eating records,
including chili cheese fries (8 pounds, 2 ounces in 10
minutes), crab cakes (46 in 10 minutes), hard
boiled eggs (65
in 6 minutes, 40 seconds), and oysters (46 dozen in 10 minutes).
Bon appetite.
We have become accustomed to the wacky when it comes
to vending machines.
In China, they dispense live crabs. Then again, right
here in Los Angeles, you can feed your caviar habit from a machine. The cost: an
ounce for a cool $500. I assume it doesn’t accept quarters.
Asia in fact has raised vending to an art form. There,
in addition to the aforementioned crabs, you’ll find lettuce, bananas, mashed
potatoes, beer and sake, eggs, rice and something called canned bread at the
touch of a button.
The ultimate in vending comes from Miami Beach where
it’s possible for people to spend as much as $1 million on a single purchase.
Items range from a yacht trip to a penthouse condo to a Bentley to a BMW
motorcycle. Hit the button and you get a voucher for your purchase.
Fortunately, there is a civilized anecdote to this
creeping nannyism represented by the X2.
Enter the Somabar, which lets anyone create craft
cocktails at home in a matter of seconds, according to a Newsweek article. The
newest kitchen appliance takes direction from your smartphone through an app,
available on iOS and Android, that has hundreds of cocktail recipes on file.
Once a drink is selected, the Somabar extracts the
necessary ingredients from six pre-filled ‘pods’ located on either side of the
device, pumps the ingredients into a tube for mixing, and infuses bitters just
before emptying the concoction into your glass.
“It’s the way of the future,” bartender Aaron Polsky
told Newsweek. “But its application is actually greater in bars, in large scale
deployment…I would normally never order a Manhattan at a rock concert, if they
had one of these machines though, I might.”
The projected price?
$699. That’s little enough to
have it your way.
I'll have a Martini, hold the rejection.
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