Artificial intelligence as the perfect servant

This monologue by Mrs Wilson at the end of Gosford Park immediately made me consider how digital assistants, driven by datasets such as Amazon’s buying and viewing history for a long term users, might one day come to constitute an ideal of service as thick as the one we see represented in films like this:

What gift do you think a good servant has that separates them from the others? It’s the gift of anticipation. I’m a good servant. I’m better than good. I’m the best. I’m the perfect servant. I know when they’ll be hungry and the food is ready. I know when they’ll be tired and the bed is turned down. I know it before they know it themselves. 

How dreary it might one day feel to not have your preferences anticipated. How unnecessarily tedious. I remember feeling this for the first time when I realised that Ocado had not identified I was a vegetarian after many years of shopping with them. It was a mild surprise and frustration but surprise and frustration nonetheless. Does this suggest a disposition which might become widespread?