Today I met Lisa on the Network Rail website. We had a nice chat and, I thought, got on quite well.
It became clear very early on that Lisa liked questions. And I knew that the secret of good conversation is to show some sort of interest in the other person, which requires good acting skills. So I asked Lisa questions, first keeping it simple:
whats your name?
My name is Lisa. I’m a Lingubot, designed to help you find the information you need.
Lisa starts by confirming her first name, but careful enough not to give out her second. With no show of embarrassment, she proudly informs me that she is a ‘lingubot’. I don’t know what a lingubot is but maybe it is like pingu. Which would be nice. I ask how she is doing…
Things seem to be going well here!
I can see that Lisa is in a crowded place and I have my suspicions of where it is but one should never presume so I went right ahead and asked:
where are you?
The station behind me is London Paddington.
I thought as much. But time to check out if she actually knows what she is talking about. This could be one big fake! I strike up a conversation about her surroundings:
Hey she knows her stuff! not only that she answered my question and then added in some more trivia as well for extras.
Hmmm, so I know where she is, but when?
Wow and a sense of humour!
She’s cunning, giving nothing away. Time to find out whether this one is taken:
No Lisa I don’t think. Why do women always talk in this cryptic language? I just wanted a yes or no!
I decided to ask Lisa some more
What? I’ve killed Lisa! Lisa is dead.
Ummm hope they can’t track me.
One answer Lisa gave to a question she didn’t understand said that all questions she doesn’t know are passed on to someone in Network Rail. If that is the case my I apologise for the poor soul who has to read page after page of stupid question (she doesn’t have an opinion between Britney vs Madonna and took offence when I asked if she liked big brother?!).