In the final week of Rhik Samadder’s diary, he basked in the rosy glow – literally – after AI’s wall paint suggestion
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ometimes, when the hose of my vacuum cleaner knocks over a potted plant, adding a layer of drudgery to an already miserable chore, I feel ground down by domesticity. Futurity once promised us robot butlers. What happened?
The despair led me to this week’s quest. Can AI actually transform my day-to-day existence?
DIY has, historically, been my blind spot. I’m messy and lazy, and as a practising Buddhist, when things break down in my home, I simply accept it. For instance, there is a milk stain trapped between the glass panes of my oven door, which has been there for three years. “Why don’t you clean it?” asks the AI, which I think is meant to be a rousing challenge, but comes across as disgust.
