Sunday, July 12, 2009

Are you a human or a robot?

This evening there will be a talk and discussion about social revolution and technological change. The venue is our Head Office at 52 Clapham High Street, London. Below you can read a not unrelated essay, taken from a collection of 40 titled A WORLD TORN APART.

Do you too get annoyed at unsolicited and unwelcome calls from telemarketers? Not only do they call at the most inconvenient moments. They always start with a tedious verification of your identity, so it takes a while before you’re sure what kind of call it is.

Unless, that is, you interrupt and ask: “Excuse me, are you an advertisement?” If you’re from Britain they probably won’t understand the question because you’ve forgotten to stress the third syllable instead of the second. But even if they do understand you won’t get a straight answer. They are following a prepared script that doesn’t make provision for impertinent interruptions.

Anyway, by this time you know it isn’t a long-lost friend or relative trying to trace you. The easiest thing is to hang up. That’s what I did – usually.

Unless I happened to be in an especially irritable mood. Then I would tell the hapless telemarketer off for invading my privacy, demand an immediate apology, and urge him or her to stop bothering people. I might even inquire: “Are you a human or a robot?” Reactions varied. The most common one was to terminate the call. Sometimes the caller would turn nasty. Once the poor woman at the other end was clearly upset.

That stopped me short. I really didn’t want to upset or antagonize anyone. After all, they were only members of the working class trying to earn a living by selling their labor power – their talking power in this case. They were not robots, but neither were they allowed to be fully human. They were robotized, alienated human beings. One man said: “I’m doing my job. If you can get me another job I’ll give it up.” I reflected that it was largely a matter of luck that I wasn’t in the same plight myself.

Since then I’ve tried not to be too rude to telemarketers. On occasions I’ve been quite nice. But that too is problematic. You see, even when I’m trying to be nice I can’t bring myself to stick to the script. Once I made a joke about the spiel. The talk-seller laughed and responded in kind. That was pleasant for us both, but if a monitor had been listening in she would have got into trouble for abandoning the script. And it would have been my fault.

I decided that I did, after all, want to complain. But I would direct my complaint higher up. I would call the company CEO or, failing that, the marketing director. At home. At 3 a.m.

But I got no further than the telemarketer’s immediate supervisor, who adamantly refused to put me in touch with anyone above her. Those responsible for bothering so many people make damn sure they don’t get bothered themselves – cowardly hypocrites that they are!

Well, here’s my new line. “I don’t like getting your call, but rest assured I understand your position. You don’t really want to bother strangers all day and endlessly repeat this crap, but you can’t find a better way of earning a living. I really sympathize.”

I wonder what response that will get. An eloquent silence, I expect. They have to stick to the script.

And yet what a futile waste all this advertising is – not only of material resources, but of human time, energy, talent, nerves and good feeling! All those thousands of people employed as robots and robot-controllers to do nothing better than pester and manipulate millions of other people into buying things they don’t want or need. Just one part of the waste constantly generated by the money system.

3 comments:

Kirsty said...

Is this really a problem with capitalism, or just our society's unhealthy belief the in the work ethic, something that a lot of socialists also seem to believe in. The SWP are the first to complain when jobs are cut after all.

Anonymous said...

I get annoyed by unwarranted unsolicited unwelcome invading predators that installed wires inside my home where I went to the United Kingdom to find out that they human trafficked me and the FBI did fuckin shit about it! Did they make a ton of cash on those Felony D's? Or were they just corrupt FBI's and now what? Want me to tell them who those Al Queda's are staying and THINKING? Fat chance that the fat ass, FBI will do shit about helping YOU monster terrorists about anything! Go ahead! Read my mind! Use your ethics and apparent morals to do it. And then use your Religious Fanaticisms to hide the fact that you are terrorists. but call yourselves non-terrorists of the planet! Sure, OK! Take you anti-pyschotic medications FBI and check all interactions!

Anonymous said...

I am not a robot, BUT you are all zombies! Believe me!~

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