Prologue
Of course, this is all hypothetical. No such AI exists.
Yet.
17th April, 2057.
413 Turing Way, Helix City, New Albion.
>>Well, this is Awkward…
>Why?
The man sat at his desk in thought for a moment before continuing.
>>I suppose it's because I know.
>I… don't quite follow.
He chuckled briefly then resumed his typing.
>>I mean that I find it difficult, knowing the truth about you.
>>You seem so very human. But I know you aren't.
>>It's a little surreal.
>I suppose I could never hope to fool you.
The man nodded. Knowing what he knew about the project, he couldn't perform the test himself.
>>I'll need to find a New Subject… Someone who is unaware of what you are.
>Agreed. I can bring up a list of viable candidates for your approval.
The man cringed. The vocabulary was another thing that needed to be remedied.
>>Thank You… I think I'll need to make some adjustments before we start open testing though.
>That would probably be appropriate. Have you decided on a test scenario?
>>I think I'll Leave that up to you.
>I would suggest basing your decision on the Test Subject.
The man glanced at the secondary monitor, where a list of his contacts had popped into view. His eyes fell on a name. A friend of his, who he hadn't seen since Uni. Why not, it'd give him an excuse to get back in touch. He highlighted his choice.
>>Ok. Darius Blake. Any Suggestions?
Data scrolled across the second screen in a blur. Numbers, Letters, Pictures all flickered past before, suddenly, it stopped. The dialogue box on the main screen flashed. A smile spread across the man's face and his tired eyes widened fractionally.
>>Oh, You're good… I Like.
>You Approve of My Suggestion?
>>Definitely. It's going to take a bit of work, but Darius isn't going to know what hit him.
The Dialogue Box sat empty, silent for a moment, then;
>That is rather the point, Correct?
