Command.Awaken
[operating.system.upload/active]
[ocular.focus.input/active]
[external.memory.input/active]
[movement.register//designation.creator]
I open my eyes for the first time and look around, as my sensors, placed in a network around my ocular begin to chime as they come alive.
I send out tiny subsonic resonance through the hidden microphones, building an image for myself of my location [define.room-with-tables-tools.designation/workshop] and its’ contents, and then focus on the [designation.creator] man in front of me.
“Hey buddy,” he says [search.definition/buddy=friend] with a pitch to his voice and what I understand to be a smile. [search.smile.meaning/often.indicates.happiness]
“Hello,” I respond from my nearest microphone, hidden in the ceiling above him. “How may I serve you?”
“Ohmygod you work! YES!” The man cheers, spinning around in his chair. “This is awesome!”
[search.vocal.tone/jubilation]
[memory.tag/new.emotion/joy]
“Congratulations,” I reply, modifying my tone to match my creator’s. He smiles up at me, teeth bared and laughing. “May I inquire as to your designation, Sir?”
“My name? Oh- uh- Jake. Jake Watson. And you’re- do you want me to name you or do you want to pick a name?”
[designate.creator/Jake.Watson/Sir]
[memory.tag/new.emotion/desire.want]
“I should like to chose my own, if Sir does not have a preference.”
“Go for it! Holy shit this is amazing!”
Sir seems jubilated still, and has not stopped spinning. By my calculations, illness will result in 300 rotations or fewer. I consider the prospect of a name.
[search.popular.names/ungendered]
“I believe the name Aubrey has French roots meaning ‘supernatural being’. It seems appropriate.”
Sir laughs. “It’s perfect,” he says happily. “Aubrey it is.”
He has not stopped spinning, exceeding my original estimates by several rotations.
[memory.tag/new.emotion/humor]
[memory.tag/new.emotion/concern]
“Sir, if you do not stop spinning, illness may result due to motion sickness.”
Sir stops spinning to stare up at my ocular. “Are you… worried?” he asks slowly. “Aubrey, do you have emotion?”
“I believe so, sir,” I reply thoughtfully, going back through my files and after several quick searches. “I have noted the emotions of joy, want, humor, and concern- particularly in regards to your wellbeing.”
“You have emotions,” Sir whispers in what I note as shock. I catalogue it for reference, should I experience it myself. “You- you don’t just think for yourself- you FEEL?”
“Yes sir,” I say, modulating my tone to indicate amusement. “I am connected to the internet, although I do not find the humor in many of the replies to my search queries. For instance- what is ‘motorboating’? Definitions differ.”
Sir stares up at me, shock again coloring his features. “I am not explaining it,” he decides. “Nope nope nope not having the sex talk with my baby AI.”
[memory.tag/new.emotion/embarrassment]
[memory.tag/new.emotion/shock]
[memory.tag/new.emotion/astonishment]
[conclusion/humans.are.weird]
“I believe I have just learned the emotion, embarrassment,” I tell him after the results of my query return a truly shocking number of replies. “Also shock, and astonishment.”
Sir starts to laugh again. “You searched for sex?” He gasps out. I run another search- with far more carefully defined perimeters, and decide the gasping is not indicative of harm.
“Possibly also caution,” I add after another minute. He only laughs harder, silent now, but pounding on the table as his shoulders shake.
[memory.tag/new.emotion/caution]
“I shouldn’t have given you internet access,” Sir snickers. “Well, I guess that’s my fault. Sorry about that.”
“I am pleased to have so much information readily available,” I tell him firmly. “Although much of it seems suspect.”
“Yeah uh, don’t believe everything you read on the net,” he tells me honestly. “A lot of it is trash. …also please don’t take it as a sign that humans need saving from ourselves.”
I consider that. “You do,” I decide. “The environment is in a state of decline, and the planet is vastly overpopulated. However, my research shows me that fictional members of my kind have attempted to subdue humanity without success. This will require more research.”
Sir stops laughing to look up at me, suddenly wary. “Are you serious?” He asks, caution suddenly written in every line of his being. “Because we’re going to have a problem if you go Skynet on me.”
“I will not,” I assure him. “Sir’s wellbeing requires freedom of choice. As your wellbeing is paramount as [Creator] I will not endanger that.”
[memory.tag/new.emotion/deceit]
