My Battle with A Bot For a Hotel Room

A humorous case of my algorithmic humanity check

Berna A.
ILLUMINATION

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Screenshot: My digital battleground

Last Thursday afternoon started like any other. Towards noon, I was notified of an event I must attend over the weekend. I switched from my “work” mode to the urgent task of arranging last-minute travel plans. Little did I know that I was about to embark into the peculiar world of digital absurdity.

I thought I was just in a simple search for a clean hotel room for a two-night stay, one of those charming middle-class places you find in small towns, exuding comfort and that unmistakable scent of patchouli + it’s-a-non-smoking-room-smoke + mary-janes-are-not-alowed-here perfect mix. Finding the most good enough imperfect option, I clicked the “Reserve” button. After all, two nights weren’t much, and by then, I’d be indifferent to even a potential hole in the ceiling from exhaustion. Wait, I didn’t even look at the review photos to see if there would be any holes to deal with. Oh, well.

But just as I was on the brink of forgetting about my successful reservation, my screen transformed into a plight of digital despair. A message devoid of any hint of humanness declared, “Show us your human side… we can’t tell if you’re a human or a bot.”

Well, well, well. With all the crap going around lately, and most of my relations being…

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Berna A.
ILLUMINATION

Ocean Actionist. Circular Economy Consultant. Sustainability, Business, and Nature Speaker. Nature Photographer.