Tourguide

We wandered from door to door inside the courtyard, but everything was locked and there was no tourguide. […] Finally our tourguide showed up: a lively young woman who led us down into the dark bowels of the castle, […] At that moment I realized I'd been deserted by the tourgroup-⁠-Betty and kids, the tourguide and flashlight, they were all gone-⁠-I could hear their voices faintly down one of the dark corridors.

The Ultimate Personal Tourguide

From a high-school class trip to Washington, she remembered a tourguide showing them a spot in the Capitol’s rotunda from which even a whispered conversation was picked up and, by a quirk of architecture, transmitted across the huge dome to the far side of that great space, where eavesdroppers could hear it with perfect clarity.

Tourguides were like bits of ash in your food: the first few times they were kind of annoying, but after a while you learned not to notice they were there. […] They led tourists around Boomtown and told them touristy things, and every Saturday night at least one (tourguide, not tourist) would get run up the flagpole upside down or used for target practice in an alley. As robots went, they were about as smart as a toaster set on “medium to light.”