I was unsure if my parents would notice that the voice on the other end wasn’t mine — or that it was mine, sort of, but it wasn’t me. The voice said hello, asked my dad how he was doing, and asked again when he didn’t respond quickly enough. “What is that, Gaby?” He realized something was wrong almost immediately. I explained I had tried to trick him and it clearly hadn’t worked. “It didn’t,” he said. “It sounded like a robot.”
It wasn’t a perfect experiment. My…
