Here's the thing: As a person of color and a Filipino immigrant, I sometimes cringe when I think of "service." The first thing I envision is a white adult working in a "third world" country like the Philippines, huddling together with versions of a four-year-old me, darker-skinned and of modest means.
My pessimism toward technology began as a young boy. I vividly remember the feeling of a syringe blasting cold molding putty into my ear cavity. I was being fitted for a device called the Speech Easy. Worn like a hearing aid, the device produced the "choral effect," and was supposed to ease the severity of my stutter.