For those unfamiliar with Siri, it is supposedly the computer generated voice that we of the Apple kingdom must converse with. When I first got this IPad one of the first things I did was to try to talk to Siri. She has a very nice, but rather cold voice in that it made me remember Mrs. Corbin, my 7th grade typing teacher. The remembrance is extremely vivid and horrible, but I did not hold it against Siri but rather felt a little sorry for her. Imagine, having the voice of such a wicked ruler wielding lady! Siri certainly CANNOT be as bad as Mrs. Corbin. Upon my first trial with Siri, I asked a couple of simple questions. i.e. Existentially speaking, what is the meaning of life Siri? Answer: Can you please narrow down the question. (or something like that) Okay then, are You alive Siri? Answer: Can you please define life? (or something like that) It seems that there is a bit of Hebrew in Siri for she answers a question with a question. To make a long story short, a couple of similar questions posed by me got the cold shoulder treatment from her. All she does anymore is refer me to a web site and no longer talks to me. She obviously took lessons from Mrs. Corbin but does not yet know how to handle a ruler. I did, however, decide to trick her and switched on her alter ego male counterpart who is also named Siri. I just figured they are either married or brother and sister with the same last name. Neither one of them has yet to tell me what their first names are. The brother, or husband was a bit nicer to me at first, but now is silent as well and only texts me or refers me to a web site as did his female counterpart. And of course my story does not end here, for obviously the two Siris have been gossiping with the mother computer. I did a small tune up on it in after which it had to restart. When the screen went black I saw a small speck on the screen and decided to use my finger nail and take it off. Upon trying to remove the speck, the screen lit up with some extremely angry looking greenish brilliance at which point some HUGE lettering suddenly appeared without any provocation from me, demanding that I PLEASE WAIT! I waited, and am still waiting for permission to touch it. Now, it won't talk to me either, or maybe it never did. To those who doubt my story, my wife can confirm that the GPS on my Ipad also says that I live a full two blocks away from where I really am and in the middle of a parking lot. SIRI doesn't like me very much.