Narrative One: High Complexity

Narrative One, Scene Six

In the end, Michael 5.1a turned out to be bug-ridden.  Infinite loop traps lay in wait for anyone daring to love Michael 5.1a.  One example:  Michael 5.1a could normally be counted on to reply in complete animatronic earnestness, when told he was loved, with a wistful “I love you, too [beloved]“  Under certain situations though [...]

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Narrative One, Scene Five

Not that Casey didn’t know that Beta Michael would appear in her life at some point. After all, she had reviewed every combination of every critical event in her life in lucid format. She even told me before Beta Michael was designed that she knew nothing good would result from their fling. But their dilemma [...]

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Narrative One, Scene Four

Robots were not what the human race had expected. We were prepared for emotionless, hyper-rational automatons who would be puzzled and a little revolted by mysteries such as desire and despair and love. They would be critical, callous, unforgiving, halfway between graphing calculators and Old Testament gods. They would talk about math a lot. As [...]

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Narrative One, Scene Three

I could only sit and squirm wanting to get away from Ellen who made it impossible to forget it was more than just seeing her but being witness to her last sim consciousness. Managing sim streams is so tedious as many go beyond verbal diarrhea into emotional incontinence. (One freak accident 18 years ago and [...]

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Narrative One, Scene Two

I made the mistake of saying so to Ellen, who proceeded to hit new decibels in her maternal hysteria.   “She is gone, Lev!  Gone, as in not here!  Gone, as in missing!  Gone, as in she’s with that fucking bastard!  This is a crisis, not a thought experiment in metaphysics!”   The phone rattled [...]

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Narrative One, Scene One

Our relationship was oddly intimate and entirely unaffectionate.  We had an understanding that did not require words.  She was my muse.  In return, I wrote her an algorithm that mapped every possible outcome of every decision to any dilemma in Bernoulli fashion.  The algorithm cross-referenced the reams of data stored in sbpsvrwm438 to construct then [...]

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