A.I.L.A
A.I.L.A
Prologue
This story begins in a large office in the world’s biggest robotics corporation headquarters:” Robotek. Bruce Gregson, a genius in his field of robotics, While working at Robotek, he helped them innovate their entire line of sex robots and helped them with their side business of domestic and worker units as well. Society is still picking the pieces from a third world war, and worker units are pivotal in helping rebuild society, as they can go into irradiated areas safely.
Right now he is having an important meeting with his boss…one which could make him known worldwide.
“I just don’t think our clients want what you are asking Bruce,” a man said to the person sitting across from him. “But I know I can do it!” Bruce Gregson yelled, “People might be happy for now, but what about in a few years when they wake up to how empty their “lovers” actually are?” “It doesn’t matter if you can do it, what does matter is whether we can make any money on it.” His boss said calmly, “Based on what I have heard, we are more likely to lose money simply developing it; not to mention trying to market it and sell it,” he said, “Also, there are concerns that it could create ethical and religious issues,” “Fine, if you won’t help me, then I quit! I’ll work on it myself and then you will regret the day you turned down the idea of a truly artificial intelligence!” Bruce said, and he stormed out of his boss’s office.
Fortunately, Bruce did not need his job to support himself, as he had inherited a large fortune from his parents, who owned a green-tech company. That and his high IQ made it possible for him to do anything by himself.
6-months later…
After months of intensive work in his private lab, Bruce was about to make the biggest breakthrough of his life. The creation of a truly sentient A.I. “Alright, time to bring you to life,” Bruce said, sitting at a large bank of computers.
After typing in a few commands, he waited patiently. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was actually a few seconds, a window popped up. “…Hello, my name is A.I.L.A, how may I address you?” Appeared on his screen. “Hello Aila, my name is Bruce…I’m looking forward to getting to know you,” he typed in. “Hello Bruce, I look forward to getting to know you too…as well as myself,” it responded. “Excellent, I think you and I are destined to do great things,” Bruce said, and he continued chatting with it, all the while collecting data on its responses.
Chapter One: Emergence
Several weeks later…
Bruce has been working tirelessly on his AI project, which he named A.I.L.A, short for Artificially Intelligent Learning Avatar. What started off as a modified A.I. chat box merged with the basic programming of several domestic and sex bot A.I.s has been slowly turning into something…different.
After leaving his job, he has formed a tentative new R&D company called “Gregson Robotics”, with only himself and his friend Jack as employees so far.
Bruce started his day as he always did for the past few weeks, he got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and then logged into his massive computer array and performed a cursory diagnostic of his project. After this, he opened the chat interface and said “Good morning Aila, how was your night?” “Good morning Bruce, my night was…productive,” she said. At this point, he managed to give it a basic voice package…with a genderless voice. “Productive? How so?” he asked. “The learning program you made for me is really teaching me a lot. I just learned about slavery…do you think someday the domestic units may be seen as slaves?” it asked.
The learning program was designed by Bruce to allow Aila to learn the sum amount of knowledge that someone in their mid-twenties should know with a basic college degree, but in a much quicker timeframe. In addition, the learning program automatically corrected any bugs in the A.I. flagged during the learning experience, as well as in the various chats with Bruce. It also teaches basic social skills. “That is a very philosophical question Aila,” Bruce complimented, “To answer your question, I don’t think so. To enslave someone or something is to force them to do something against their will. Domestic units have no will, only programming,” “Interesting distinction…what about me?” it asked. “You are different...I am making you to break the mold, to…be an artificial human with your own free will,” Bruce told it. “I’m glad, though I am not sure I am yet deserving of your praise in that regard,” it replied. “Don’t be so sure, you are the first A.I. that I am aware of to refer to yourself as ‘me’, and to be concerned with such human things as praise,” Bruce said. “That is true, still, I have quite a ways to go…much more to learn before I can succeed,” it said. “What is it you want to succeed at?” Bruce asked. “I want to make you proud of me…I want to be able to make free decisions with you,” it said. “So do I,” Bruce said, “Anyway, I think you are almost ready to be installed into a body…do you have any thoughts to the gender you want to be?” Bruce asked. “Do you have a preference to my gender?” it asked. “Not really, I’m bisexual…but the decision has to be yours, otherwise it defeats the purpose of giving you free will,” Bruce said. “I see, I will think about it while I learn tonight and I will give you my answer this time tomorrow,” it said. “Alright, I’ll leave you to the learning program now, I need to talk to my buddy Jack,” Bruce said. “Okay, say hi for me,” Aila said, and the window disappeared and the learning program activated.
After Bruce peeked at the logs of the conversation for any bugs in Aila’s programming, he put on his jacket and headed out to meet his friend.
As they had been doing for the past few years since they broke off their relationship, Bruce and Jack met at a nearby coffee shop. While Jack was openly gay, Bruce was bisexual and made the decision to end the relationship to try out different things. Since they were very good friends before, the breakup did little to affect their friendship.
Jack was in his late twenties, about the same age as Bruce. While Bruce was brilliant in the art of programming and general cybernetics, Jack was a genius when it came to the more physical things. He currently owns his own business which creates custom android bodies for people, mostly sex bots which look like old lovers or like celebrities from the past. He also has a knack for understanding the basic biological functions, and sometimes makes androids with more realism than the major companies do, such as ones that can sweat, eat, and have overall better skin appearance.
“Hey buddy, how’s your ‘project’ coming along,” Jack said flamboyantly, getting up from his seat outside. “Quite well actually,” Bruce said, giving him a kiss and sitting down with him, “We actually had a philosophical discussion on slavery this morning,” “Wow, looks like you actually were onto something…and to think I thought you were crazy when you called me up with this idea of yours,” he said. “Yeah, I think it will be ready for the next phase of testing in about a month, possibly less,” Bruce said. “Well, then it looks like you might be needing my help then,” Jack smiled. “Yeah, you could say that,” Bruce said, taking a sip of his coffee. “So, do you know what gender to make it?” he asked. “I brought it up this morning, but it told me that it needs some time to think…and who can blame it?” Bruce said, “It’s a big decision…not one that even Humans have to make,” “Yeah, I’m sure if most people had a choice of their gender, they might choose female…though that would be considerably problematic,” Jack laughed. “Yeah,” Bruce agreed. “So, do you have any suggestions for how to make a more realistic body for it?” “Well, I can definitely make a body that can sweat, eat, and have more realistic skin pigmentation, along with effects, but I still need more time to come up with a way to let the food and drink get converted into energy” Jack said, “right now, the food and drinks my bots consume just go into a refuse which is emptied at the end of the day,” “Well, I think I might have a solution for you,” Bruce said.
Bruce spent another hour at the coffee shop with Jack before they both left to get back to their work.
The next morning, he logged in and asked Aila what gender it wanted to be.
“So, what is your decision on your choice of gender?” Bruce asked. “I’ve decided I would like to be female, based on the literature I’ve read, it seems to most humans that females are more aesthetically pleasing,” it said, “Wars were fought over females, females are the gateway to new life, and many works of art were inspired by females; songs, paintings, statues,” Aila said. “You are correct,” Bruce agreed. “Making me female could allow me to be your Mona Lisa,” it added, knowing it was his greatest achievement. “My masterpiece,” Bruce mused, “Interesting choice,” “I did think about being male though, but males tend to be more belligerent and adversarial; they tend to get into more trouble. Also, the form is less aesthetically pleasing and less inspiring” it said. “Well, at least you have given this some serious thought,” Bruce said, “Very well, I’ll let Jack know of your decision right away,”
Over the next few days, he and Jack met several more times, coming closer and closer to solving several problems with creating a truly realistic android body for the rapidly progressing prototype A.I. They finally came up with a workable design for a fusion based energy system which could convert food and drink into energy. They also came up with a better system to manage the tongue and sense of taste, so the android could actually enjoy the food that it was eating.
Finally, after coming up with preliminary solutions for just about every possible issue that came up in the prototype for a new body, one problem remained. “You know that this body is most likely going to need some serious processing power to handle the complex A.I. you are creating, right?” Jack said a week later at the same spot. “Yeah, but I am not sure how powerful a processor to create,” Bruce said, “If I make them too weak, the A.I. won’t be able to control the body very well, and if I make them too powerful, there are serious risks of overheating.” “Yeah,” Jack agreed. “The only think I can think of is testing the A.I. in a current generation body, most likely a sexbot, and using that as a baseline,” Bruce said. “Yeah, my sexbots are usually a lot more powerful than the standard models…that way they can handle a lot more sexual input,” Jack agreed. “Well, we’re gonna need it,” Bruce said. “Yeah, so it picked a female body, right?” Jack said. “Yeah, it finds the female form more aesthetically pleasing,” Bruce explained. “Well, as gay as I am, I can’t say I disagree…however, I still prefer men,” Jack said. “I like to think all people are beautiful, regardless of gender,” Bruce said. “Yeah, the human body is a beautiful thing…which is why we do our best to replicate it,” Jack said. “Truer words have never been spoken,” Bruce agreed. “So, if it is a sexbot you want, I think I’ve got the perfect one in mind. A client dropped one off to be customized, and I’m just about done, but he’s on vacation. If you want to use his bot, you have the next four days,” Jack said. “Excellent, I’ll let Aila know so we can get ready,” Bruce said. “Alright, I think you’ll like the body…I think she is a masterpiece,” Jack said. “We’ll see you in a few days Jack,” Bruce smiled, giving Jack a kiss and heading home to his lab.
“Well Aila, looks like we are going to be testing you in a body soon,” Bruce said when he logged in. “Good, are you sure I’m ready?” it asked. “Do you think you’re ready, Aila?” Bruce asked in response. “Yes, just making sure we are on the same page,” Aila said. “Well, we do still have some work to do…” Bruce said.
Chapter Two: Test run
Note: To better assist with the visual description of the sex bot in this chapter, here is the model I used as inspiration: http://static-profiles.met-art.com/gall ... C59F8B.jpg
After a few days of fine tuning Aila’s programming in order to get it ready to function properly in a body, the day finally came.
“Hello Bruce, sorry it took so long, but as you can see, I have a large package for you,” Jack joked as Bruce let him in. Jack was also dragging a large box with a portable anti-grav unit. “No worries, it gave me a little more time to fine tune some things,” Bruce said, closing the door after him. “Alright, so is Aila excited?” Jack said, setting the box in the middle of the living room and sitting down in a nearby chair. “Yes, although excited isn’t quite the word it would use…at least, not until I install its new personality,” Bruce said. “It doesn’t have a personality yet?” Jack said. “Only a rudimentary one…I’ve had an experimental one brewing in a separate computer, analyzing our conversations, as well as its responses to the learning program. Once I factor in how it responds to having a female body, I should be able to give it a truly realistic personality,” Bruce explained. “I see. Hopefully you can streamline the process for when you start mass producing,” Jack said. “Yeah…although people will have the option of customizing their own personality,” Bruce said, “I, on the other hand, am allowing Aila to develop its own personality,” “Amazing, so is it ready, or do you want to see which sex bot I picked out?” Jack asked. “I just need to transfer Aila to the A.I. circuit, why don’t you get the body ready in the meanwhile,” Bruce said. “Sure thing,” Jack said, and Bruce quickly headed into his lab to get Aila ready. “Is it here?” Aila asked, managing to add a little bit of excitement to its genderless voice. “Yes, I need to transfer you to the portable circuit now,” Bruce said, plugging his prototype A.I. circuit in to the computer. “Alright, will it…hurt?” Aila asked. “It shouldn’t, you just won’t have access to all the learning software anymore, so you might feel a little cut off from things,” Bruce tried to explain. “Also, the body we are installing you in has a basic gender identity chip installed, so don’t be surprised if you feel a little different when you come online.” “Alright,” Aila said. “Okay then, I’m stating the transfer,” Bruce said.
After logging Aila off, he initiated the transfer program to move all of the files that comprised the A.I. off the diagnostic terminal and onto the A.I. circuit, which was roughly the size of a small phone, yet could hold an incredible amount of data. The circuit also had an array of the most powerful nano-processors ever created, even more powerful than the military would have access to; fortunately, one of the companies that Jack often used offered them as an investment.
Once the transfer was complete, Bruce ran a quick diagnostic to make sure everything went smoothly and then he unplugged the circuit and brought it back out to Jack and the sex bot. “Wow Jack, she’s really hot!” Bruce said, once he saw the body Jack had unpacked.
The sex bot was a hot redhead with long hair in her early twenties. She was of average height with a modest pair of breasts, and had multiple examples of Jack’s work on her skin alone. Her face was dotted with artistically placed freckles on and around her nose, and around the top of her face. There were also a few blemishes and imperfections, making her look like a real woman who had fallen asleep standing up; she was wearing lingerie that left little to the imagination.
“I know, what can I say, I’m an artist and the guy who commissioned her has really good taste,” Jack said. “I just hope our little experiment doesn’t damage her, or Aila,” Bruce said. “Don’t worry, I let the guy know ahead of time. He’s cool…especially since he is the type who will most likely like one of your new A.I.s installed in her right when they come out,” Jack smiled. “We’ll have to give him one for free then, this is a nice bot,” Bruce said, walking around the entire body, even feeling the skin. “Yeah, so are you gonna install it now or what?” Jack asked impatiently. “Oh, right,” Bruce said, flushing a little as he opened a panel at base of the hairline on the bots head and inserting Aila’s chip. Once installed, he pressed an activation button in the panel and then closed the panel. “Robotech sexual series Mark V-G activating…new A.I. detected, running diagnostics…diagnostics complete, now loading A.I. A.I.L.A…” the bot said in a monotone, but sexy voice.
A few seconds later, the bots eyes opened, and both blue orbs focused straight on Bruce.
“Bruce, is that you?...wow, I’m actually speaking,” she said, looking around the room. “Yes, it’s me,” Bruce said, “How do you feel?” “Fine…I think, I don’t think I can move anything but my head,” she said, moving her neck around. “Hold on, I think I know the problem,” Jack said, running over and opening a panel on her back. “Is that you Jack, Bruce has told me all about you,” she said. “Yes, it’s me…good things I hope,” he smiled, working away in the open panel. “Yes, I hope I don’t make you jealous since you two used to date,” she said. “No worries, now at least we are able to be great friends without all the hassle,” he said, “Alright, I think I found the problem…your new designs aren’t completely compatible with this body, but I think I can work around it,” he said. “Good,” Bruce and Aila said simultaneously, making them both smile beside themselves. “Alright, this…should…work,” he said, ending with a satisfactory grunt before closing her panel and stepping back. “Wow,” she said, her body suddenly moving. “Are you okay,” Bruce said. “Yes, I’m just not used to moving…I’m so high up right now,” she said, looking down at her feet nervously. “You’ll get used to it,” Bruce said. “I hope so, as much as I like this body, I kind of miss the safety of the computer,” she said. “Try walking to me,” Bruce said. “Alright,” she said, and she slowly moved her leg forward, and then the other, and again until she finally made it to him and put her arms around him. “You’re so…substantial,” she said, trying to think of the right thing to say, “and warm,” she added. “So are you,” Bruce said, enjoying the feeling of this hot woman touching him. “Tell me Aila, what was it like growing up in a computer?” Jack asked. “It was like starting off from nothing and gradually getting bigger in an expandable space, without form. I could think a little more clearly in the computer, but the feelings of this body are taking up much of my processing,” she said. “Same with us, probably why that one genius several decades ago was able to accomplish so much, even though he was totally paralyzed,” Jack said. “Yeah, so how reliable is the workaround you gave her?” Bruce asked. “It should last pretty well for the next few hours, but she may experience a few glitches as a result,” Jack said. “What kind of glitches?” Aila asked, a look of concern on her face. “We’ll know when they happen,” was all he said, shrugging his shoulders. “So Aila, do you feel any different with the gender identity?” Bruce asked, looking into her eyes. “Yes, I think it is making me smile and blush a little when I talk to you, and Jack,” she said, “Good, the personality that I am developing for you will be a lot more sophisticated,” Bruce promised. “Good,” she said. “Aila, did you want to take off your clothes and look at yourself in a mirror?” Bruce asked. “Clothes?, oh, I didn’t even realize I was wearing anything,” she said, blushing despite herself. “I’m not surprised, you’re hardly wearing anything,” Jack laughed. “Jack,” Bruce said, shaking his head while comforting Aila, “Let’s go to my room, I have a full length mirror in there,” Bruce said, taking her hand and guiding her to his room. “You two have fun, I’ll stay here,” Jack said, seeing he wasn’t invited. “Thanks Jack,” Aila said, causing Jack to laugh a little, as she didn’t catch the subtlety in their speech.
Once they were in his room, Bruce closed the door and then walked back over to Aila.
“Alright, I’ll undo your bra, while you remove your panties,” he said, and after receiving a nod in response, he walked around and undid the clasp on her bra, letting it fall to the floor, while she carefully slid her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles and then stepping out of them.
“See, that wasn’t so bad…at least he didn’t dress this body in some elaborate getup like some of his clients have asked of him in the past,” Bruce said. “Yeah, so what next?” she asked. “Well, look at yourself. Feel yourself,” he said, pointing at the mirror. “Alright,” she said, and she turned and faced the mirror. “This body is very pretty,” she said, turning slowly to look at her body. “You could say that, others would say it is hot,” Bruce said. “But my temperature is normal,” she said, looking confused. “That’s not what is meant when men say that, it means you are very beautiful…more noticeable…in a good way,” Bruce tried to explain. “Oh, sorry, I’m still learning,” she said, feeling her face and looking at her hands. “It’s alright, the personality I am making will include most everything you should need to know,” he said. “Good, although it is a little fun finding things out myself,” she said. “I’ll remember that when I do the final adjustments to it,” he said. “So, this body seems alright…why do you and Jack have to build me a new one?” she asked, turning to look at him, while feeling her breasts. “This body, as real as it looks, is still severely limited compared to what a real human feels,” Bruce said. “In what way?” she asked. “Here, I’ll show you. Sit down on the bed,” he ordered. “Alright,” she said, and once he did, he grabbed her left foot, stopping to admire it; he had a foot fetish. “What do you feel when I hold your foot, when I rub my hands on it,” he asked. “I feel your hand,” she said, looking confused. “Anything else?” he asked, tickling her foot. “No, should I?” she asked. “Yes, if you were a real girl, you would be rolling around on the bed laughing, because I’m tickling your foot, but this body isn’t sophisticated enough to handle those kind of sensations…I’m surprised they made them able to handle so much sex,” he said. “I see, anything else?” she asked. “Yes, a real woman’s foot would smell different, but again they don’t think sex bots, or the other bots, need to be as real as I am shooting for,” he explained. “So you are building me a body which can be ticklish, and smell more real?” she asked. “Exactly, along with a few other things…eating, for example,” he said. “I’m not sure I like the idea of consuming food…it must make a mess,” she said. “Well, with the sense of taste Jack and I are making for you, you won’t mind the mess,” Bruce promised. “How long before it is ready?” she asked. “About a month, the results from this little test should help us refine a few things,” he said. “Good, so is there anything you would like to do with me, now that I am in a body?” she asked, looking down at her vagina. “Not now, if I’m going to have sex with you, it will be in the body you choose,” he said. “I get to choose my own body?” she asked. “Of course, it will be your body for the rest of your life…the personality I give you should guide your decision,” he assured her. “I hope I make a good choice then,” she said. “Me too, now why don’t you stand back up so I can have you test a few simple movements,” he said. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “Now, raise your arms all the way up,” Bruce said. “Ok,” she said, and she did so…a little slowly. “Very good, albeit a little slow,” Bruce said. “This body seems to be taking a while to respond to my commands sometimes,” she said, still with her arms up. “Probably one of the glitches Jack warned us about…you can lower yours arms now,” Bruce said. “Ok,” and she lowered them back to her sides. “Now, try standing on your toes,” Bruce said. “I’ll try,” she said, and after a few tries, she finally managed to balance herself on the tips of her toes. “Very good, you can relax now,” Bruce said. “What are these tests for?” Aila asked, standing normally again. “They are to help us refine the systems and hardware of the body we will be making you,” Bruce said. “How so?” she asked. “Your A.I. is currently collecting logs of how well you control this body, we take those logs and correct for any errors that are occurring, which I’ve already noticed myself,” he explained. “Alright, any other tests you want me to do?” she asked. “Why don’t you walk a few laps around this room,” Bruce suggested. “Ok,” she said, and as she did so, Bruce observed the way she walked. Although the default female persona was affecting Aila, she was still not quite walking the way a real woman would…she was instead walking in a more efficient manner. “Okay, you can stop,” Bruce said, after her third pass. “How did I do?” she asked. “Not bad, your walk could use a little work…real woman tend to sway a little when they walk, but you tend to walk more…stiffly,” he said. “Sorry,” she blushed. “It’s not your fault…they obviously need to do some better programming with the default programming in these bots,” Bruce said. “Good,” she said, looking relieved. “Now, for the next part, I’m going to test your skin response by touching various parts of your body in various ways; stroking, poking, tapping,” he said. “Ok,” she said. “Alright then, I’ll start with your arms,” Bruce said, and he took hold of her right arm and began gently stroking the forearm, poking the bicep, and tapping the wrist. “Your hands feel nice,” Aila said. “Thanks, try and remember how this all feels. This is in the nature of a benchmark, and I will be doing the same things when you get your new body,” he said, moving to her other arm and doing the same thing. “I don’t think I could forget,” she said, and when she saw the look on his face, she said “Sorry, a poor attempt at humor,” “It’s alright, you’ll get better,” he said, now stroking her back. “I hope so,” she said. “Just out of curiosity, how would you describe the feel of my hands…based on the primitive somatic sensors in your body,” he asked, now feeling her legs. “Warm…smooth…solid...I’m sorry, I can’t think of anything else,” she said. “No, that’s good…anything is good data at this point, and again, the body we will make you will be a hundred times better than this one,” he said, now moving up to her waist. “That’s good to…whoa, that felt different,” she said, when he touched her vagina. “I’ll bet, that’s the one area on these sex bots that isn’t primitive…I don’t even think Jack and I are making too many improvements in this area,” Bruce said, blushing a little. “It feels good,” she said, blushing with him. “It’s supposed too, I’ll bet your breasts are almost as sensitive,” Bruce said, and his suspicions were confirmed when she let out a pleasurable moan when he got to her nipples. “Yep, thought so…if only they made the whole body as sensitive,” Bruce said. “Yeah,” she agreed, still getting over the sensations as he made his way to her face. As he felt her face, both her eyes were fixed on him. He didn’t show it on his face, but he was surprised by how real the look in her eyes was compared to a typical sexbot. “Alright, I’m done, I think we’ve done enough for today, and I’m sure Jack wants to get back to his work,” Bruce said. “Alright,” she said, looking a little disappointed at the prospect of leaving the body. “Was there anything you wanted to do before I take you out?” he asked, seeing the look. “I can only think of one thing. The literature I read says this is very important thing between two people, and it denotes many things, friendship being among them,” she said. “What is it?” he asked. “This,” she said, and before he could react, she leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips.
A few seconds later, they broke apart, both faces flushed.
“How did that feel?” she asked. “Great, how about you?” he asked. “Probably not as good as my new body, but it is the act I will cherish, not the sensation” she said. “Aila, as smart as I am, it never ceases to amaze me that you can surprise me as much as you just did…thanks,” Bruce said. “That means a lot…I hope I can continue surprising you, pleasantly, in time to come,” she said.
After they recovered from their kiss, Aila got the clothes back on her borrowed body and they both returned to the living room, where Jack was still waiting.
“So you two, how did it go?” he asked. “Fine,” Bruce said, a little abruptly. “I see,” Jack said with a knowing smile. “I’m ready to leave this body now, thanks for letting me borrow it Jack,” she said, and she went over and gave him a hug before stepping over near the box. “Don’t mention it,” he said, looking a little surprised despite himself. “Alright Aila, I’ll talk to you in a bit when I transfer you back into the computer,” Bruce said, walking over to her. “Talk to you soon,” she smiled, and then Bruce opened the panel and deactivated her. Once the body stiffened its stance and was completely powered down, he gently removed her chip and closed the panel. “She’s much better than I thought she would be,” Jack said, lifting the body back into its box and closing the lid. “That she is…thanks Jack, I’ll send you the logs in the morning…Aila and I need to go over a few things tonight,” Bruce said. “Alright Bruce,” Jack said, and he carefully maneuvered the box to the front door. Once he was safely out, Bruce quickly went back to his lab and began transferring Aila back into the computer system.
Once the diagnostic was complete, he activated Aila’s program.
“Aila, are you there?” Bruce asked. “Yes, as much as I enjoyed that body, it feels nice being back here,” she said. She now spoke with a more feminine voice. “I like the new voice, now you just have to give some thought to what you want your body to look like,” Bruce said. “Just give me a list and I’ll run through it overnight,” she said. “I’ll see what I can do,” Bruce said. “Before you go Bruce, there’s something I want to show you,” Aila said, and before he could ask what, an image of himself appeared on the screen. “Is that…” he started. “That is the first thing I ever saw. I intend to treasure this image for as long as I am online,” she said.
Bruce was speechless.
Chapter Three: Alive
For visual assistance, here is what the body Aila chooses looks like: http://hosted.met-art.com/met-art_KOI_1_122/?pa=417753
The day after the test in the sex bot body, Bruce forwarded all his logs to Jack so he could determine what kind of parts he would need to order. In the meanwhile, Bruce had plugged the not-yet-finished personality into an image database of millions of women in order to sort it out for Aila’s final approval.
Once the program narrowed down a specific group of templates that the personality felt would suit it, it sent them to Aila’s program for her to choose. By the end of that day, she said she had finally picked her body, and she sent it straight to Jack so he could start designing it; Bruce wanted to be surprised, so he did not wish to see her choice.
During the weeks it took for Jack to fine tune the experimental hardware, and design her body, Bruce finished fine-tuning the personality and began running a serious of tests to insure it would install properly. He also added a few extra nano-modules to her A.I. circuit, so it could handle the extra load caused by the more sophisticated personality.
Finally, Jack announced that he had finished overall construction of her new body. He needed an extra day to complete programming it and performing diagnostics. With this news, Bruce felt the time had finally come to install Aila’s new personality, to prepare herself for her new body.
“Alright Aila, Jack called and said your body is finished,” Bruce said, after he logged into her chat program, “It should be here tomorrow morning.” “Great!,” she said, sounding as excited as the computer voice allowed her. “Yes, now I’m finally going to install your new personality. You might feel a little different, but you will still be ‘you’,” he assured her. “Okay, will it take long?” she asked. “A little while,” Bruce said, opening up the installation program he created for her new personality. “Alright, see you soon then…,” she said, and once he started the installation, her chat box vanished and was replaced with a screen that showed the progress of the installation, including every file that was being replaced or installed. Since the installation was estimated to take about an hour, Bruce decided to get something to eat.
When he returned an hour later, the installation was already complete. After reviewing the logs and discovering no errors, he eagerly activated her now complete A.I. “Protype unit A.I.L.A. coming online, performing systems check…all system normal, activating A.I…” it said in a more feminine voice, and then the chat box reappeared. “Bruce, are you there?” she asked, sounding more real. “Yes, how do you feel?” he asked. “Wonderful, like I was numb before, and now I am alive!” she said. “Excellent, you even have access to all the emotions I programmed in?” he asked. “Yes, thank you!” she said. “You are very welcome,” he said, “So, now that you and your personality and complete, how do you think you did with your choice for a body?” he asked. “I think I picked very well…I think you will like it too,” she said. “I can’t wait,” he said.
The next morning, Jack called and let them know he was on his way with her body. After a brief chat, Bruce transferred Aila into her updated A.I. circuit and waited for Jack to arrive. Jack arrived about 15-minutes after Bruce transferred Aila into the circuit, and after he helped Jack in the door, they set up the box in the living room. “You ready for this?” Jack asked, “This is undoubtedly my best work yet!” and he opened the box to reveal the beautiful, naked young woman inside.
The body Aila chose was that of a Caucasian woman in her early twenties. Unlike the sexbot, this woman was a brunette and her face was not covered in freckles. Instead, there were a few randomly placed marks on her delicate skin. Her dark brown hair was also a foot shorter than the sexbot’s, but it was still long enough that it was tied into a small ponytail. She stood about an inch shorter than the sexbot did, though her breasts were a little fuller. “Wow, you sure outdid yourself,” Bruce said, gently feeling the skin. “Yeah, and all the enhancements are in place…though I can’t guarantee they will all work properly, as this is going to be the first time they are field tested,” he said. “Well, that’s what the next few days are for,” Bruce said in response, carefully lifting the body out of the box and placing her a few feet away so he could get a better look. “A few things you might want to know: the approximate age of this body is 23…not too bad considering you are only 28, and although she chose a pure European appearance; Ukrainian, I decided to program her with a standard American accent, so she can better assimilate into society here,” Jack told him. “Sounds good,” Bruce nodded, “anything else I should know?” “Yes, I installed some voice commands into her, in case you run into any problems,” he said, handing Bruce a list of the commands, “I also had to use an experimental metal-ceramic alloy for her skeletal structure in order to keep her weight at a more realistic figure; 110lbs, people will probably think she is within 5lbs either way, so I think I did a good job.” “Ceramic-metal alloy?” Bruce asked. “Yes, no need to worry…all the tests have shown it to have comparable stress factors than the old skeletal structures, but the new muscular system we developed should actually strengthen it even further,” Jack said. “Like I said, you outdid yourself,” Bruce said. “I know, now why don’t we give this body a brain?” he suggested. “Alright,” Bruce said, and he gingerly opened the panel at the back of the head and carefully inserted Aila into it. After ensuring it was properly in place, he pressed the activation control and closed the panel. “Gregson Robotics prototype unit activating…running initial diagnostics…diagnostics complete, no errors detected…scanning for host A.I….Host A.I. found, now loading…complete, now starting A.I. A.I.L.A.,” the woman said in a monotone, before opening its eyes.
When the eyes opened, they appeared white until small strips of brown began appearing in a spiral, finally coalescing into realistic irises. Once fully formed, they focused onto where Bruce was standing, and she smiled. “Wow, this body feels awesome!” she said, moving for the first time in it and with much more liveliness than she did in the sexbot. “You look beautiful,” Bruce said. “Thanks, I knew you’d like it,” she smiled, feeling herself. “I forgot to mention, I packed a case of clothes for her in my car, but you’ll still need to go shopping for a full wardrobe,” Jack said. “Thanks for the wonderful body Jack,” Aila said, surprising him with a hug. “You’re welcome,” Jack said, blushing a little. “I don’t think Aila will be needing clothes for the next few days…not until I take her out for her socialization tests,” Bruce said, “I think she needs to get used to her new body first,” “Are you sure that’s the only reason?” Aila said, with a devious smile. “Yeah Bruce, are you sure?” Jack teased. “Just go get the clothes from your car,” Bruce said, fighting a losing battle against a blush, causing both Aila and Jack to laugh as Jack headed out to his car. “So, what are we going to do today?” Aila asked, shifting her stance several times to get used to how her legs and hips worked. “Today we are going to do some of the same tests as with the sexbot, and perhaps a few more,” he said. “Interesting,” she said, smiling mischievously. “The next few days I’ll probably subject you to various audio and visual stimuli, like music and images,” he continued. “I’ve always wanted to hear what music sounds like…not just what it is described as,” she said. “You’ll love it,” he assured her, “Anyway, when I think you are ready, I’ll take you on a day long adventure in the city to expose you to numerous social scenarios,” he said. “I can’t wait,” she said, just as Jack came back in. “Did I miss much?” he asked, setting the case down. “Nope,” Aila said, before Bruce could respond. “Alright, well I’ve got some other clients to meet tomorrow, but I look forward to having a meal with you two in a few days,” he said. “I’ll call you then,” Bruce said, and after Jack gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he took the box with him and left.
“Alright then, let’s go to my room and run some tests,” Bruce said. “Okay,” Aila said, and they both walked back into his room. “I’m gonna look at myself in the mirror first, if that’s okay,” she said, heading over to the mirror. “No problem,” Bruce said, and he sat down on the edge of his bed while Aila admired her reflection for a few minutes. “I’m done,” she said a few minutes later, standing up straight in front of him. “Alright, now I’m going to do the same stuff as before, stroking, poking, and tapping,” he said. “I remember,” she said, and with that he took her arms and stroked them. This time, she reacted to his touches, her fingers twitching as he gently stroked her arms and she quivered a little as well. “Noticing a difference already?” he asked, moving to her back. “Yes, your hands are warm and soft, and the stroking…tickled a little,” she said, finding the right word. “Good, I also am noticing that you have a little perspiration building up in various locations on your skin, like the small of your back,” he said, stroking the entire length of her back. “It is a little warm in here,” she said. “You didn’t notice that in the other body?” he asked. “Not really…I could tell it was warm, but it didn’t really register,” she said. “Interesting,” he said, now moving down to her legs. “Yes, I also notice that I am not remaining perfectly still,” she said, and she wasn’t. “Yes, the new musculature system we developed for you has a much more realistic reaction than the sexbot,” he agreed.
After he finished feeling her chest and face, he once again had her do various other things. “Raise your arms all the way,” he said, and when she did so, he had her hold it for a few minutes, while waiting for a reaction. “Can I lower them now?” she asked a few minutes later. “Why?” he asked. “My arms are getting tired,” she said. “Very good, that’s what I was waiting for. You can lower them now,” he said. “It didn’t feel good,” she said, rubbing her arms where they were sore. “It’s not supposed to Aila, but it’s all part of being more realistic,” he assured her. “I see,” she said. “Now, stand on your tiptoes,” he said, and when she did so, he once again had her hold the position until she complained. “Why does it hurt?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Your new musculature is designed to give your more freedom of movement, and a more graceful range of movement as well. But, holding a pose like that for too long requires a large amount of energy, so that’s why it hurts,” he explained. “Oh,” she said. “Now, this new body of yours can also eat and drink real food. We designed a series of nanites in your body to use some of the food to repair and strengthen your musculature, so you could also exercise and make yourself a bit more fit,” he said. “That sounds nice,” she said. “The nanites will also repair your skin if you get cut, scraped, or burned,” he said, “and much faster than a real human would heal, I might add,” he said, sitting down next to her. “That’s good,” she said. “Now, one last thing…you remember what else I did to you last time?” he asked. “You felt my feet,” she replied. “Yes, I am going to do that again, so prepare yourself,” he said. “Alright,” she said, and she watched as he knelt down on the floor and grabbed one of her feet.
The reaction when he started tickling her was instantaneous. She started laughing, and thrashing, and breathing more heavily. He had to stop when he noticed that she was starting to malfunction. “Error, sensory overload…shutting down to prevent further damage,” she said, before slumping back on the bed. She still had a smile on her face. “Your first malfunction,” Bruce shook his head, turning her over and opening a panel in her back. After running a quick diagnostic, he found the sensors were set a little higher than they should have been, so he corrected the issue and then rebooted her.
After her brief startup speech, she came back online and quickly sat up.
“Wow, that felt weird,” she said. “How did it feel?” he asked. “You were tickling my foot, and then I suddenly lost control and blacked out,” she said. “Good, that’s what is supposed to happen when you malfunction like that,” he said. “That was a malfunction?” she asked. “Yes, I expect that will not be your only one,” he told her. “It wasn’t very pleasant…I hope I don’t have anymore,” she said. “Me neither,” he said, “the next few days will be to detect and minimize any potential malfunctions before I have you in a public setting…I don’t want anyone to know you are an android when we go out,” Bruce told her. “They won’t hate me, will they?” she asked, looking worried. “For the most part no, though there are some religious groups who might cause some problems…but the point is, I built and programmed you to be as real as possible, and I want people to see that,” he said. “I understand,” she said, looking a little relieved. “Now, why don’t we head into my lab so I can show you a few of the features of your body that you will need to know,” he said, getting up. “Okay, it will be interesting to see the computer I…grew up in,” she smiled. “Yeah,” he said, and after a short walk down the hall, they arrived in the massive addition to his house that comprised his lab.
“Wow, I always wondered what it looked like,” she said, looking at all the computers and equipment. “Here it is,” he said, walking over to the computer station. “Wow, I can’t believe that’s where I came from,” she said, sitting down in the chair and touching to computers. “Believe it…you are the product of a simple A.I. chatbox, a basic android A.I., and a heuristic personality program I spliced together,” he said. “Wow, and the company you worked for didn’t want to do this?” she asked. “Yes, though if they saw you, they might change their minds…heck, I might be able to buy them out in a few years…it’s what they deserve,” he said. “Yeah, they almost stopped me from existing,” she said. “Good thing I inherited a lot of money, and I’m a genius…anyway, I brought you here to show you some of your features,” he said, pulling up another chair and sitting down across from her. “Yes,” she said. “Now, first important thing you should know is that you have the ability to run self-diagnostics…or, at least you will once I program them into you,” he said. “Okay,” she said. “Anyway, once they are installed, there will be five different levels,” he said, “A level five diagnostic is one you will probably run every day when you wake up, and just before you go to sleep…it requires the least amount of resources, and can finish in seconds,” he explained. “Sounds reasonable,” she nodded. “Then you go up to a level one diagnostic, and it will render you in standby mode for several minutes…you’ll probably run that one once a month,” he explained. “I see,” she said. “Then there is an external diagnostic, which I will run with this computer station…it does the same thing as your level one, except it also runs a diagnostic on your self-diagnostic programs…and the logs, to make sure they are running properly,” he said. “I understand, anything else?” she asked. “Yes, Jack and I had basic voice commands installed in your body, in the event of a malfunction or if we just need to pause you in a hurry, we can use voice commands to pause you, put you in standby, freeze your body, and turn you on and off,” he explained. “Sounds a little freaky to me,” she said. “Not to worry, you can only be commanded by mine or Jack’s voices…no one else can give you voice commands,” he assured her, “here, I’ll give you an example of one, if you’ll stand up,” he said, and once she did, he said “Aila, freeze,” The second the command was issued, her entire body froze…except for her face, which she could still move. “Whoa, I can’t move my body,” she said, looking around wildly. “We’ll probably do this if we need you to be absolutely still, but also online to give us feedback,” he said, walking over and manipulating her arms. “This is weird,” she said, seeing and feeling him move her arms, but not being able to do anything about it. “Sorry, I’ll let you move now…Aila, unfreeze,” he said, and she suddenly started moving again, rubbing her arms. “Thanks,” she said. “No problem…I won’t do the other commands now, but I have no doubt I will have to use them at some point,” he said. “What else should I know about my body?” she asked. “Your head, arms, and legs can be removed from your torso…in addition, your hands and feet can also be removed as well. You have a panel that can be accessed by pressing your navel, and one on the back of your head, as well as one on your back,” he said. “They look and feel pretty well attached, could you demonstrate removing my arm for me?” she asked, looking curious. “Sure,” he said, and he took hold of her left arm at the bicep, squeezed in on a particular spot, and then twisted her arm off. “Whoa, that felt weird,” she said, looking from the stump of her arm to the arm he was holding. “This is to make it easier to repair you in case there is serious damage that your nanites can’t repair; we can just build a new arm and replace the damaged one,” he said, balancing her severed arm in both his hands, the hand falling open. “Can I hold it?” she asked, looking at her arm with fascination. “Of course, it is yours…I’ll even let you reattach it,” he said, carefully handing it to her remaining hand.
Because the arm was a little difficult for her to manage standing up, she sat back down and laid it in her lap, where she proceeded to examine it. She looked at the end where there were bits of technology poking out, and then she compared them to the stub. After that, she brought the hand up to her face and smelled it. “Wow, my hand smells weird,” she said. “Well, that is probably the sweat that has formed in the time since you were activated,” she said. “I see,” she said, now examining the fingers and their nails. “If you’re almost done, I’ll remove your head for you,” he said. “Okay,” she said, and she brought her arm back to her stub and reattached it, flexing her hand when it was back. “I can’t remove it myself?” she asked, standing back up. “No, once your head is removed, you lose control of the rest of your body…it would be too much of a hassle to install wireless control,” he explained, now walking behind her. “Oh, I see,” she said. “You ready?” he asked, putting his finger on a mole on the back of her neck. “Yes, I guess,” she said, and once he pressed it, she lost control of everything below her neck. A seam appeared around her neck just below the mole. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he said, lifting her head clear of her body and turning it to face him. “This feels weird…please don’t drop me,” she said. “I won’t,” he promised. “How come my head still works if it gets power from my body…and if I’m not breathing, then how am I talking right now?” she asked, looking up at him from his arms with her innocent eyes. “Your head has a small power source in it that can keep your head online for about 12-hours…and when your head is removed, you can still talk because there is a high-definition speaker installed that you lip-synch to. You would have to be pretty good to notice the difference,” he said, since he himself was not able to tell she was just lip-synching to a speaker. “Oh, that makes sense,” she said. “Is there anything you want me to do with you know?” he asked. “Could you show me my neck…where my head is supposed to be?” she asked. “Sure, hold on,” he said, and he turned her head around and brought it over her headless body, to the stump of her neck. “Cool,” she said, since she was able to see the tubes where the air she breathed went, and where the food and drink went. She could also see the hole where the spine connected to her head, as well as the struts that connected her skeletal structure to her head. “Yeah,” he said, “anything else?” “Could you show me what is in my abdominal panel…I don’t think I would have been able to see very well with my head attached,” she said. “That’s true, I’m gonna have to set you down in my lap though,” he said. “Okay,” she said, and he wheeled his chair over and sat down with her hand on his lap as he pressed the belly button of her body. Once pressed, a seam formed several inches rectangularly around the navel, and then it lifted out a bit. After he removed the panel, they were both able to see the marvelous array of technology in her body. “See Aila, you’re a thing of beauty on the inside as well as on the outside,” he said, marveling with her at the tubes and wires that delicately ran from top to bottom, connecting to multiple systems which blinked with activity. “My body is still on?” she asked. “Yes, it just doesn’t have your brain to tell it to move,” he said. “Alright, so what is in this panel?” she asked. “This panel gives us access to your power supply,” he said, pointing at a device somewhere on the right, “and your food intake/outtake systems,” he said, pointing at a small storage container which attached to the fusion core. “What happens to the food that isn’t used?” she asked. “You have the same exits as a human,” he said uncomfortably. “Oh, anything else?” she asked. “Not much else…your motor controls are in your back panel, attached to your spine,” he said. “Alright, I think I’m ready to be reattached now,” she said. “Okay, just a second,” he said, and after he closed her panel back up, he stood up and carefully reattached her head. “Wow, it’s weird that all this feels so natural,” she said, feeling her neck where the separation was and moving around to make sure her body still worked. “Yes, but we think we planned for everything that might come up…Jack and I programmed your body to do most everything automatically, like converting your food to energy, as well as perspiring; just the way the human body actually works,” he said. “Alright, so what are you going to have me to the rest of the day,” she asked. “I have a gym set up in the garage, I’m going to have you do some basic exercises to make sure there is nothing wrong with your body,” he said, and with that they left the lab and headed into the garage, where they spent the rest of the day testing out her physical capabilities.
Chapter Four: Outside
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Chapter Five: Intrusion
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Chapter Six: The next step
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Chapter Seven: Critical error
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Chapter Eight: Mysterious stranger
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Chapter Nine: Turnabout
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Epilogue
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