Me - Ok, ship, land here
Ship - I don’t want to land here. I want to land over there.
Me - It’s hundreds of yards from where I want to be. Just land where I tell you.
Ship - I like it better over there.
Me - I don’t care what you like. You’re a ship. A machine. Just do what I tell you.
Ship - Oh dear. We’ve overshot it now. Shall I land somewhere else?
Me - No, we’ll turn round, go back, and land where I told you.
Ship - Maybe we could go somewhere else? I know a nice trading post.
Me - NO. I want to land HERE.
Ship - Temper, temper. Try asking nicely.
Me - OK. Please, pretty please, would you be so kind as to land just there?
Ship - Oh, all right. Ooops. Landing Area Not Clear.
Me - It’s a flat empty field. There’s nothing there. What do you mean “not clear”?
Ship - It’s not clear of places I don’t want to land.
Me - Just land, will you?
Ship - OK.
Me - We’re a thousand yards away from where I told you to land. And you’ve landed us on top of a very tall tree.
Ship - That’s AI humour for you.
Me - If I get out here, the fall will break my legs. I’m going to take off again.
Ship - Suit yourself. You’re paying for the fuel.
Me - Ok. Here’s where I want to land. Flat, empty, no obstructions.
Ship - Landing Area Not Clear.