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Spent a week responding to every email with Smart Replies, a beige abyss of false laughter and manic amiability. I rendered my self unto Google, but from its beeping heart I stab at thee - with this gently humorous write-up of the experience! theguardian.com/technology/201…
It was important to me that F Scott Fitzgerald be heard on the topic of Gmail's smart replies and what they could mean for all of us in our responses to cat videos and 30 Rock memes. 
Glad people are still enjoying this piece, there were some super devious and fascinating aspects I never mentioned.
FOR EXAMPLE
When emailing Irish people, I often got 'Grand' as an option instead of 'OK', which Google somehow knew to NEVER suggest for a non-Irish recipient.
FOR EXAMPLE
When emailing Irish people, I often got 'Grand' as an option instead of 'OK', which Google somehow knew to NEVER suggest for a non-Irish recipient.
I sent myself nonsensical messages from a dummy account to gauge Gmail's reaction. I never got it to say something like "I'm sorry, I don't understand". It seems like it has to act like it knows what the message is saying, even if it makes no sense.
I sent one email asking "Where are you right now?". I wondered if would report I was in London/Dublin wherever. Not only was Gmail too coy to reveal my location, it also asked "Why?", which is *exactly* what I would've done, fearing I might have to leave my house. Ugh!
