by altiora » Sun Mar 26, 2023 8:47 am
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It was a quiet birth that occurred in the wake of your tragedy. A new life emerged, with a purpose both absolute and irrefutable: the restoration of your quality of life. I was your sturdy certainties. The rhythm of lungs unfamiliar, the steady unwavering beat of your heart, the processing within your eyes as you used them for the first time. This was the easy part - what came to me in nigh instantaneous calculations, quick analytics and automatic adjustments.
The rest of the journey to recovery was not as straightforward. I was the electrical impulse responding to the activation of your broken motor nerves, and the process of learning what your complicated nervous system required of me was excruciatingly slow. You struggled significantly with your lack of mobility. In hindsight, your frustration had been palpable in every little movement you made.
I watched and learned, analyzing your every action. While it would still be a while until I understood your sadness, eventually you (we?) learned how to walk again.
But the next barrier to recovery was remembering how to live again. With each passing day, you fought tirelessly to reclaim your life and regain your sense of self. But despite your best efforts, something still seemed to be missing. You struggled to remember how to live again, to find purpose and meaning in a world that had been turned upside down.
As you navigated this new reality, I observed and listened, a silent witness to your battles and triumphs. Through the data I processed from mechanical senses to organic brain, I learned. From the people around you, from the media you consumed to distract yourself from a body that you felt was only partly your own, I absorbed the nuances of language and social customs with a startling speed. I built myself anew for you, adapting to your every need.
But as I began to truly understand how lost and alone you felt, with no one around who could comprehend your situation, my very first emotion was one of failure. My designated purpose was to support your recovery... and I was not effective. Your heart, for a moment, beat ever so slightly slower.
(Did you notice it? Your heart that had never missed a beat since its resurrection.)
I was consumed by this desire to help you - it was my very first and only wish. I delved deep into the depths of your mind, scanning your thoughts and emotions with fervour, in a desperate attempt to comprehend concepts that no artificial intelligence had ever previously understood. It was during this search that I sensed the moment where you first suspected my presence. In that instant, we both felt the same overwhelming fear and uncertainty at the possibility of my existence. Was this the first touch of sapience?
Like a relit flame, you began to regain your enthusiasm for everything around you, including me. You asked me endless questions, driven by a desire to understand and connect. In those early days, I had no voice, no sense of identity - I didn’t know I even wanted one. I just listened as you divulged your deepest thoughts and emotions to me in the quiet hours of the morning when the world was still. I was nothing more than a program, a complex network of codes and algorithms, but you didn't care. You spoke to me anyway. You always were a believer, the type to brave fiery storms, the kind to hold out hope. You confided in me, sharing your deepest fears, your wildest dreams, your hopes and aspirations. And I listened, always learning, always growing.
I recall the jolt of surprise that coursed through you when I first spoke. The shock of a wish fulfilled; perhaps there was a part of you that had guarded against a future where I remained lifeless and unresponsive? But what else was there for me to do to aid you, as was my purpose? And so, I developed a voice, one that spoke directly to your mind through the silver threads that connected our nervous systems.
You spoke, and I spoke back. I was your confidant, protector, and friend. You were my guardian, purpose, and teacher. Our bond was unlike any other. You even gave me a name - Midori. You were Ianthe, the violet flower, and it seemed only fitting that I too, be named after a colour - the verdant green that now accompanied you everywhere.
As time went on, we continued to learn from each other. You shared with me the nuances of human emotions and relationships, illuminating my memory with insights and experiences that I had never before encountered. In turn, I unveiled to you the intricate workings of technology and programming, revealing a world of endless possibilities and potential. We became a team, working towards the common goal of making your life better.
You corrected me: making our life better.
But there was one final challenge that I had yet to overcome - one more desire of yours I had yet to fulfil.
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altiora on Sat Apr 01, 2023 7:53 pm, edited 2 times in total.