The problem with authorization in Google Calendar through Samsung refrigerators

Difficult problems arise for modern users. For example, for more than a year (!), Google tech support forums have been discussing the issue of authorization in Google Calendar via Samsung refrigerators. The number of messages has exceeded several hundred! This is no longer science fiction, but an ordinary technical problem.

One of the owners of the RF4289HARS refrigerator complained that Google’s diary had been working normally since August 2012, but it stopped working with the latest changes in the Google Calendar API.

The refrigerator began to display messages like "Please check your email address on Google."

In a way, the user is lucky. With a good mind, a refrigerator could do something worse. For example, ordering forbidden goods via the Internet or spending the owner’s money in a more perverse way.

It is hard to imagine what other problems will become possible in the future. A buggy autopilot brought your unmanned car into the Negro quarter? Does the unlicensed version of the app introduce scary women only? In general, glitches will be interesting.

Here you can recall the classics, for example, the novel of Philip K. Dick's “ Ubik ” (1969).

“In the kitchen, Joe rummaged in his pockets, found a dime, and with his help turned on the coffee pot. Inhaling an unusual - for him - aroma, he glanced at his watch and found that fifteen minutes had already expired. He went to the door, turned the handle and pulled the bolt. The door did not give in.

“Five cents, please,” she said.

Joe rummaged through his pockets - nothing. It's empty.

“I'll pay you tomorrow,” he said to the door. He pulled the handle again, to no avail. “What I pay you is essentially a tip.” I do not have to pay you.

“I have a different opinion,” said the door. - Take a look at the contract that you signed when buying this apartment.

The contract lay in the drawer of the table; Joe has called on him more than once. Yes, the fee for opening and closing the door was a mandatory fee, not a tip.

“You see, I'm right,” the door said smugly.

Joe took a stainless steel knife from a drawer and began to unscrew the lock on his door.

“I will sue you,” said the door when the first bolt fell out.

“Never in my life has sued the door,” Chip said. “But I think I can survive it.”

There was a knock.

“Hey Joe, boy, open it, it's me, Ashwood!” I brought her.

“Drop five cents into the slot,” Joe said. - For my part, this mechanism is stuck.

The coin clanged, falling, and the door swung open. ”