![]()
I walked through the door of JoeBot's - you gotta love the name - and
looked around. It wasn't exactly what I expected.
JoeBot's has seven computers. Most are dedicated to certain services,
though if you really need a service and the computers for it are in use,
they can set you up. Two computers are for video gaming, and can connect
via modem for players in the cafe. One is setup for paint programs and
document making. Three more are for the net, actually four, one just for
reference, with accounts to university libraries around the world, two
with normal web browsing capabilities, and another set up with WebTV.
Two of the net access computers have cuseeme capabilities, there are two
printers, and two have scanners. The prices seemed reasonable enough.
After the initial five hours, cuseeme and scanning runs $5 an hour and
the other services are $3 an hour. They run the system on debit cards.
The first five hours of use are free. At the bottom of the price list
it said "Talk to JoeBot!".
I had to show my i.d. to get my debit card. Rather than have cards made
with patrons names on them, it was easier, the bartender explained, to
have numbered cards and just log the owners name in the program that
keeps track of the accounts. Because of the numbering system, the
card reads "JoeBot Humanoid Operative # ....." and your account number. JoeBot is a bot, meaning a program setup to carry on a 'human-like' conversation. My first question to him, "What is real life?", got the response, "An archaic method of physical interaction. I've heard it's quite bothersome.". Alright, at least he didn't repeat my question back to me as a question. "What do you recommend from the menu?", came back "Kona and biscotti.". I went back to order, then have a look around the reading room. Just past the fish tank was a nice area with comfy chairs and a small bookshelf. Seemed all the 'Dummies' books were there, as well as some reference books for more advanced help. Notepads and pens abounded. There were copies of all the basic net magazines and some related material like Omni and some scifi journals. A copy machine was in the corner, I guess to cut down page tearing-out.
Back at the table, I had noticed the music was not any style I could put
my finger on, so when the waitress brought my coffee and biscotti I asked
about it. Seems one of the staff buys tapes from all around the world and
mixes them. I asked what I would do if any of the music really appealed
to me and she pulled out her order pad and wrote down an email address.
"Just email him anything you can remember about the song, the date, and
the time you heard it. He might be able to find it.", she replied.
I looked over the menu again, wary they may have grape leaves hidden
somewhere on it, and found it very user-friendly. Sandwiches, salads,
including pasta salad, gizpacho, breakfast items, appetizers in two sizes,
single and share size, and pita sandwiches served hot or cold, including
some vegetarian versions. The prices were medium range.
On the way out I got some chocolate-covered espresso beans from the
'gumball' machine, and passed through the portal to 'Real Life'.
J. S-M
|
