Computers hate it when you anthropomorphise them.
Really, if one device I own happens to send a particular sequence of bits to another device I own in order to complete a task I want performed, all happening in the confines of my office, there is no "lying" taking place. It is irrelevant what some busybody feels about the bits that are sent, regardless of whether they have had a part building the equipment I have paid for.
Anyway, no sentience, no meaningful lie. I might as well argue that the wind is lying to the flower when, after a day's calm,a gust suddenly blows off its petals.
Your discussion of "lying" is just semantics. We could also say "stealing" is at issue, because Palm is benefiting "wrongfully" from Apples development and investment.
Now I can see what you are trying to argue: Where's the "wrong", where's the stealing or the lies when there is no person being lied to in my living room; it is happening in the privacy of my own home between two devices that I myself both own. What's the harm in Apple giving me a little more cause to be satisfied with their product, and helping things be a little more convenient for me? Afterall, I bought one of their products. Hey, it's all sunshine and roses and humming birds, no-one's getting hurt here. It's not like Steve Jobs walks in my house and I'm like, "hey dude, sign my, uh, iPod." And he's like, "sure, dude." Then he turns it over, and I'm like, "oh yeah, that; yeah, they did make one with a keyboard when you were kinda sick." What do you take me for, a real liar or something?
Well, that is a little self-centred. Like everything we use should just work out to our own personal convenience, and the people who make things should be looking at extra ways to help us feel the love, even to find alternatives to their products. Good grief.
I use various kinds of coffee when the mood strikes me. One day it's Douwe Egberts, another day maybe I use Illy or LaVazza. Hey I own the coffee, I drink it all in the same place; I use the same coffee mug everyday. I can even mix them in one mug. One big happy coffee family in my house (notice the anthropomorphism), it's a party.
So, for the life of me, I can't figure out why, when I cut the coupons off the packs, I inexplicably cannot redeem Douwe Egberts points and Illy points and LaVazza points all together toward one reward. I mean, hey, all the coffee is going in my mouth. I am enjoying all of it, myself. Why can't they let me get one big reward with all those different kinds of points? The points are all from buying my own coffee, that I am using in the privacy of my house. How dare they tell me what kind of coffee I can or cannot drink!
It's not fair, don't they know I would buy a whole load more coffee (of all kinds) if the points worked together? Maybe I would buy more Douwe Egberts, maybe I wouldn't. But I sure like the Douwe Egberts rewards and would choose their rewards over the others. DE are out to make my life miserable! They better accept my Illy points, or I am going to tell everyone what dirtbags DE are. The coupons are all just little pieces of paper, even if they have different logos on them. What's the big deal?
Why can't DE just be happy that I drink six cups a day and four of them were made by someone else? What does it really matter to them if they give me the full set of dishes or not? They would sure have one happy customer! Those DE dishes could be such a great selling point for Illy if DE played ball -- and imagine all the great karma DE would get!
I think I am entitled to the Douwe Egberts reward that you get for 100 000 points, eventhough I only bought enough DE coffee to receive 30 000 since I am drinking that amount of coffee altogether anyway. Hey, who do they think they are, anyway! The Coffee Police? Shoot, the more I write, the madder I am getting. I love my coffee. I love it I say. But if you deny me my DE dishes, why, why you are a stench in the nostrils of humanity. DE has trampled my rights and should be shot for their anthropomorphistic stance. Yeah, standing there, standing there with its hands in its pockets, thumbing its nose at me, like some kind of kitchen diva waving spotless white dishes at me. Yeah, you, you heard me. Waving those dishes, you.