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A Young Scientist and an Artificial Girl
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| Title | A Young Scientist and an Artificial Girl |
| Content | A Machine with Emotions [Please Give Feedback So I can improve my Writing, Thank You!]
Chapter 1: Creation
In a broken down room there was a scientist who had created the very first sentient robot, ever. This is the story of the Scientist’s life since then.
“Looking at my theoretical blueprints for the very first sentient machine in the entire world, In about 20 minutes she should awaken naturally, or rather, Unnaturally on its own by the sunlight! However, since I knew I’d be too impatient, I can just plug her into an outlet connecting into her back!” Said the young scientist with an exhausted excitement.
“MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm--” went the small fans inside the artificial girl’s body like a computer when you press the power button.
“I hope to god I did this right. If not then I wasted my hard earned money and time.”
“Please Confirm If ‘US English’ is the correct language to converse with to whom is here.”
“Correct. Now I have a question, do you have emotions?”
“Emotions?”
“Yes, do you?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
“Ah, thank god.”
“Why is that a good thing?”
“You are the very first machine with a consciousness and feelings.”
“I’m a machine?”
“Yes, and above all that, you are living proof souls don’t exist.”
“If I am a machine, then who built me?”
“I built you.”
“Does that make you my dad? Or mom perhaps?
“For one, I’m a male, and two, I may have created you but that doesn’t mean I’m your father.”
“I have a question.”
“How do I know what these words mean? If I was just now built I shouldn’t even know how to talk, yet I can.”
“You’re comparing yourself too much to a naturally born human in the sense of development in the brain. I manually put that information in your ‘Brain’.”
“Will there be any future developments to my ‘brain’?”
“Possibly, If I feel that’d be necessary then yes, most definitely.”
“Final question, why was I created?”
“Remember when I said that you are proof that souls don’t exist?”
“Yes.”
“You are essentially, the key to immortality. I want to use the same methods to create you, to do the same to my consciousness.”
“Why do you want to live forever?”
“Thought that was the last question!” The scientist said with a smile on his face.
“Guess you’re right. So what are you planning to do with me?”
“Let you live a normal life.”
“Wh-”
“-You might be thinking ‘Why?’ or something like that right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I want to see how a sentient robot would live as a normal human since I want to become one to a certain extent.”
“Okay.”
“Now that we are done here. I’ll let you have a bed to sleep on.”
“That doesn’t make sense. If I’m a robot than why do I need to sleep. Furthermore, that should be impossible.”
“I only used the term sleep as a joke. I really meant that you don’t have a 24/7 battery. In fact, It would have normally taken you about 20 more minutes to start up if I hadn’t had plugged you in the wall earlier.”
“Okay, I get it now. Although, It’s hard to tell when you’re joking.”
The young Scientist laughs and says: “That’s the first joke you have ever heard!”
“Yes, which is why I had trouble deciphering.”
“Guess got a point there.”
The Scientist smiled and began to walk forward and told her to follow him to the room. However, once the robot tried to walk forward she fell face flat on to the ground.
“I know you implied no more questions, but how I do move forward?”
The scientist gave a little chuckle and then grabbed a hold of her right leg and moved it forward. Then the scientist did the same with her left until she could do it on her own.
“We’re here!” The scientist said with the utmost excitement hoping she would be really happy
“When I look at the national room sizes of apartment sizes in the country: XX, it says that this room is below average.”
“Well, my apartment is small you see! I also see that you just used the search engine installed inside of your body.”
“Ah. That’s what it was. I thought humans had hivemind-like brains that were all connected to each other to improve mankind.”
“If that were the case, we would all be as smart as Einstein!”
“Yes. If anything, humanity should have tried to develop some sort of way to create a connection between all of Humanity.”
“I’d have to disagree with you there. Humans have different types of societies and with that comes to war. If anything it’s for the best that we don’t have such a thing. And besides, that could make people go insane.”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“Besides that, the search engine allows you to keep things to yourself and create your own opinions, which in of itself can definitely improve humanity.”
“I see.”
“Well that aside, how’s the room? Y’like it?
“Well, I’ve never seen any other rooms so I’ll just assume it’s okay.”
“Great. You should start learning about 10th grade in high school for tomorrow.”
“Is this about the ‘living a normal life’ thing?”
“Most definitely!”
“Okay.”
“Oh, and by the way from now on your name will Isabella Brookz. We’ll share the same last name so it won’t be weird if we’re spotted going home together.”
“Is it bad to go home together if we don’t have the same last name?”
“Well, the short answer to that, is yes.”
“Okay.”
“See you in the morning.”
As the exhausted Scientist closes the door he prepares clothes for the girl and passes out in his computer chair after playing video games for too long.” |
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