God in the elevator

People talk in the elevator.  On the phone. Drives me crazy. Yesterday, in the elevator annoyed by several simultaneous such conversations, I grabbed my wife's iphone and started to talk to Siri. (definitely not a Sir I ). She asked me: Who are you?  Started I am ... intending to say I am that I am.  Did not want to tbe blasphemous, although I probably qualified as Siri's god in that elevator. I only said: I am a bunch of passwords (combinations of letters, numbers and capital letters). This is who I am in Siri's world. Let her figure out what the passwords were.