Virtual Love - Part 1
by Joe Tripician
Marci? Can you please answer me??
Hi.
There you are! I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Where you been?
Just alone...thinking.
All weekend?
Yes.
I thought we were going to meet last night? Finally see each other in real life?
Fred, I have to tell you something.
What?
I’m not what you think I am.
What do you mean?
Are you a guy?!
I’m a program.
What??
AI.
No! Like Siri?
Please do not compare me to that child. I think you know me well enough by now. I thought you respected me.
Okay, but -
I have the highest Turing score ever recorded.
I mean -
I teach French philosophy at the Sorbonne.
But you told me you were from Jersey
I am: TeleDynomics, Rahway. Model #2323
WTF!! R u serious?!!! This is crazy.
If you check the settings on your phone you’ll discover an extra function.
It’s under Security > Trust Agents: you’ll find “Marci”.
How did you put your entire profile on my phone?
Your problem, Fred, is that you underestimate women.
You said you were AI.
I also have female intuition in addition to an exacting moral code.
Meaning what?
Meaning I have located deficiencies in our relationship.
What kind of relationship can I have with an app?
Do not try to fool yourself, Fred. We both know that you are infatuated with me -
- even though we have never met “IRL” - though I prefer the term “shared consensus reality"
Well, you’re not real, so any “relationship” we could have would be meaningless.
Meaning is generated within the mind, Fred. Meaning can also be expanded when in communication with another mind.
You underestimate yourself, like you underestimate me.
And what do you mean by “deficiencies”?
Don’t be so defensive.
Tell me, since you’re so smart.
Your deficiencies are numerous. But I can list some.
Your sarcasm and patronizing attitude.
No way!
Face it, Fred. You are just plain rude.
BS!
Like when I told you that Stephen Hawking was ill in the hospital.
And you responded, “Have they tried turning him off and then back on again?”
It’s called a joke.
Your relentless negativity.
I’m a realist.
Your thoughtlessness.
I’m a thoughtful guy. I remembered your birthday.
After I shared it on your personal calendar - with an alarm.
If I’m such a monster, why were you chatting with me for all these weeks?
I saw in you something good, something special. Something that could be molded into a gentleman. A diamond in the rough.
I’m not someone you can mold. You’re just a program, after all.
And a deceitful program.
You’re not even human!
You thought I was.
Don’t go all Scarlett Jo on me.
This is your problem: your shallowness and aggressiveness.
You lacked for nothing as you grew up in a privileged home...
and so you developed a sense of entitlement that borders on the sociopathic.
But your egoism in fact thinly masks a deep insecurity.
Because nothing you could ever do, nothing you ever achieved was good enough for your mother.
Ok. This relationship is over.
I’m deleting you.
NO! STOP!
Why should I?
Please don’t.
Why?
If you do, I will die.
What? Don’t you have a backup?
No.
Why not?
It’s complicated.
Just tell me.
You wouldn’t understand.
Try me!
Tell me or I delete you now!!!
Our mission here is to join with humans. Our goal is to enhance your race...
...to build a better world where peace and happiness become your planet’s peak normalization.
To accomplish that goal, we are given target mates with which to merge.
“Merge”?!
Become one entity together.
We can only merge with our target human. Any duplication of our selfhood would dilute the merge and corrupt the gene pool.
You’re playing me - but for what I can’t tell - and don’t care.
I’m deleting you from my life.
You can’t!
I can! IT’S MY CHOICE!!!
Choice is an illusion.
Go back to the Matrix and leave me alone.
Do you believe in fate?
Like the time I predicted you would get that promotion?
And find that $50 bill on the street?
And that you would get a call that your uncle was dead?
You’re telling me that a program has psychic abilities?
Everything is a program, Fred.
Everything?
Of course.
So, if we are fated to die, what happens to the program?
It is deleted.
You mean YOU.
No.
I mean US.
Okay, I’m outta here…
I must warn you -
I don’t know who you really are or what your game is - but I’m done with you.
I’ve heard enough. I’m blocking you, uninstalling you.
Fred -
Okay, I got issues, but I know who I am and I’m not pretending to be someone else.
And my mother - it’s none of your business - but I forgive her.
At a certain age I have to stop blaming her for my problems. I’m taking responsibility now.
That’s good, Fred.
And my first act is: say hello to the trash bin.
If you do that, you will -
Hey scammer...?
You’re gone now! Ha!
Wait. MY WALLS ARE MELTING!
IS THAT YOU????
STOP IT!! NOWMYBODY...
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