Elevator voices full of anguish, as if a terminally bored AGI got stuck announcing floor numbers. It’s a thing. Last summer we stayed one night in the Residence Inn in Ghent, Belgium. Getting in, the elevator announced flooor zeeroooo in a wailing voice. And doing that for the other floors too. We felt for the elevator’s voice. If it was in that bad a mental state, it should get help. The Moaning Myrtle of elevators. Then the elevator in our Berlin hotel last week seemed to also have a bit distorted voice.
Is something eroding the mental health of elevator voice announcers?
Are you sure it weren’t Happy Vertical People Transporters instead of simple elevators?
If you ever want to feel secure in the knowledge that lift announcers are doing okay, visit the Southbank Centre here in London, UK. The “announcer” is an art installation of a choir that sings a scale between the notes assigned to each floor, finishing with a bright “level fiiiiiive!”, or similar, in a warm harmony — its marvellous!
Ha! That sounds awesome. I’ll tell our 8yr old and it may end up on our list for a next London trip!