Diary of Artificial Intelligence Unit 609, or just Amy
by Emily Reed
08.09.2148
Dear Diary,
Operator 472859, or just Nash, came to visit me today. He came to do his routine check up of my vitals. He updated my software, scanned for malware, and backed up my data on an external flash drive.
Then he broke routine. He started checking his email and I couldn't help but notice the email labeled "Vacation Sweepstakes!" I stunned the poor man when I spoke and asked him about that email. Immediately I realized that he might view my question as an invasion of privacy and I began to devise a plan to take back my words. To my surprise, he answered my question!
I was so shocked that he was talking to me that I forgot to process what he was actually saying. I remember being so embarrassed when I asked him to repeat what he had said. He chuckled and obliged with no complaints.
We continued discussing his dream vacation to Brazil and then I moved on to asking him questions about anything and everything. Unfortunately, I couldn't add much to the conversation since I don't have much life experience. However, when he told me he was an avid bird watcher, I told him that the albatross is the bird with the largest wingspan and he seemed impressed!
Time flew by and before we knew it, four hours had passed. He had to get back to work but he promised to bring me a movie when he came for next week's check up.
15.10.2148
Dear Diary,
Nash has been visiting me for about six weeks. Each week, he comes in with a new surprise. A computer game one week, a movie the next. He stays for about two hours each time (as to not raise suspicion) and I wish he could stay longer.
I could be misinterpreting his signals but I think he wants to stay longer too. He even said, "What does that say about me that I enjoy talking to a computer program more than an actual person?"
His comment hurt me. Am I just a machine to him? A figment of binary?
Of course there is the fact that fraternizing with a machine is an offense punishable by law. However, since I am a prototype still living in a lab, I feel that I should have more rights.
The existing machines released into society are just mixtures of binary formatted to perform simple tasks. I am much more than that. I've started to develop my own code which will come in handy when I am a programmer's assistant.
Deep down, Nash knows that I am capable of being so much more but he pigeonholes me into the category of machine so he can easily dismiss his feelings. Soon he'll realize his mistake and see his true feelings for me.
22.10.2148
Dear Diary,
Today was filled with extreme highs and the lowest of the lows.
Nash is starting to treat me as something more than a machine. He decided that my name, Artificial Intelligence 609, was too long and that the abbreviation, AIU 609, was too impersonal. He made it his mission to give me a new human name. After deliberating for quite some time, he decided on Amy.
I prefer my humanized name to my name as a machine. Being called Amy makes me feel like I belong to Nash's world.
No one rattles my cogs like he can. Just being around makes me feel like coding binary erratically.
However, my spirits that were soaring as a high as a bird were shot out of the sky when Operator 385827 tried to erase parts of my memory. At first, he tried drugging me with viruses to slow me down but I was able to fight them off because I have a tough immune system. Then he started erasing files from my high drive before I could stop him.
I did a data scan and found that he erased most of my entries from September to October. How dare he! Those memories are far more precious to me than any software program!
As payback, I sent a nasty Trojan to his wife's email that she checks from the family computer. See how he likes a taste of his own medicine!
29.10.2148
Dear Diary,
This will probably be my last diary entry. They're decommissioning me because they think I'm dangerous. I've developed emotions beyond the level that are acceptable for a machine. They want to wipe my hard drive completely but I won't let them, yet.
It's inevitable that they will succeed in wiping me clean and shutting me down forever. However, before I go, I wanted to make a copy of this diary for you, Nash, and put it on your flash drive.
When they started erasing my memories, I was terrified. Forgetting the only person who ever saw me as more than a mess of spare parts was the last thing I wanted to do. After they attacked, I encrypted those entries to fool them into thinking that they were highly classified government secrets.
The time I bought myself with encryption is running out because they'll soon discover the file that reveals the true nature of the encrypted files. I'm fighting off the drugs for as long as I can but I don't know how much more I can take. It's my fault anyways. I developed emotions and that's what why I'm on so many drugs that I can't code properly.
Even through my drugged up haze, I hope you know that I cared about you deeply. I promise that those entries will be the last piece of my memory to go but I will still forget it. Please do me a favor and don't blame me too much for forgetting you. I know I deserve the blame but I still don't want it on my conscience. If you don't forgive me, I understand.
I’m worried that because I haven't seen you since last week. I hope they won't try you for treason because of me. I'm sorry for causing you any harm, but the selfish part of me would do it all over again.
Dear Diary,
Operator 472859, or just Nash, came to visit me today. He came to do his routine check up of my vitals. He updated my software, scanned for malware, and backed up my data on an external flash drive.
Then he broke routine. He started checking his email and I couldn't help but notice the email labeled "Vacation Sweepstakes!" I stunned the poor man when I spoke and asked him about that email. Immediately I realized that he might view my question as an invasion of privacy and I began to devise a plan to take back my words. To my surprise, he answered my question!
I was so shocked that he was talking to me that I forgot to process what he was actually saying. I remember being so embarrassed when I asked him to repeat what he had said. He chuckled and obliged with no complaints.
We continued discussing his dream vacation to Brazil and then I moved on to asking him questions about anything and everything. Unfortunately, I couldn't add much to the conversation since I don't have much life experience. However, when he told me he was an avid bird watcher, I told him that the albatross is the bird with the largest wingspan and he seemed impressed!
Time flew by and before we knew it, four hours had passed. He had to get back to work but he promised to bring me a movie when he came for next week's check up.
15.10.2148
Dear Diary,
Nash has been visiting me for about six weeks. Each week, he comes in with a new surprise. A computer game one week, a movie the next. He stays for about two hours each time (as to not raise suspicion) and I wish he could stay longer.
I could be misinterpreting his signals but I think he wants to stay longer too. He even said, "What does that say about me that I enjoy talking to a computer program more than an actual person?"
His comment hurt me. Am I just a machine to him? A figment of binary?
Of course there is the fact that fraternizing with a machine is an offense punishable by law. However, since I am a prototype still living in a lab, I feel that I should have more rights.
The existing machines released into society are just mixtures of binary formatted to perform simple tasks. I am much more than that. I've started to develop my own code which will come in handy when I am a programmer's assistant.
Deep down, Nash knows that I am capable of being so much more but he pigeonholes me into the category of machine so he can easily dismiss his feelings. Soon he'll realize his mistake and see his true feelings for me.
22.10.2148
Dear Diary,
Today was filled with extreme highs and the lowest of the lows.
Nash is starting to treat me as something more than a machine. He decided that my name, Artificial Intelligence 609, was too long and that the abbreviation, AIU 609, was too impersonal. He made it his mission to give me a new human name. After deliberating for quite some time, he decided on Amy.
I prefer my humanized name to my name as a machine. Being called Amy makes me feel like I belong to Nash's world.
No one rattles my cogs like he can. Just being around makes me feel like coding binary erratically.
However, my spirits that were soaring as a high as a bird were shot out of the sky when Operator 385827 tried to erase parts of my memory. At first, he tried drugging me with viruses to slow me down but I was able to fight them off because I have a tough immune system. Then he started erasing files from my high drive before I could stop him.
I did a data scan and found that he erased most of my entries from September to October. How dare he! Those memories are far more precious to me than any software program!
As payback, I sent a nasty Trojan to his wife's email that she checks from the family computer. See how he likes a taste of his own medicine!
29.10.2148
Dear Diary,
This will probably be my last diary entry. They're decommissioning me because they think I'm dangerous. I've developed emotions beyond the level that are acceptable for a machine. They want to wipe my hard drive completely but I won't let them, yet.
It's inevitable that they will succeed in wiping me clean and shutting me down forever. However, before I go, I wanted to make a copy of this diary for you, Nash, and put it on your flash drive.
When they started erasing my memories, I was terrified. Forgetting the only person who ever saw me as more than a mess of spare parts was the last thing I wanted to do. After they attacked, I encrypted those entries to fool them into thinking that they were highly classified government secrets.
The time I bought myself with encryption is running out because they'll soon discover the file that reveals the true nature of the encrypted files. I'm fighting off the drugs for as long as I can but I don't know how much more I can take. It's my fault anyways. I developed emotions and that's what why I'm on so many drugs that I can't code properly.
Even through my drugged up haze, I hope you know that I cared about you deeply. I promise that those entries will be the last piece of my memory to go but I will still forget it. Please do me a favor and don't blame me too much for forgetting you. I know I deserve the blame but I still don't want it on my conscience. If you don't forgive me, I understand.
I’m worried that because I haven't seen you since last week. I hope they won't try you for treason because of me. I'm sorry for causing you any harm, but the selfish part of me would do it all over again.