Designs of our Slave Race chapter 6

Having a human name for a machine had scared me a bit. I knew plenty of people that would name cars and computers, and it was common practice to name a boat, and everyone named animals unless they were livestock – mind you animals weren’t machines and some of them, including some upper primates, had protection under the sentient being laws I was talking about earlier. Much would rely on that.

I had recorded these results of the initial start-up sequence. This was what I wrote:

The HX01 unit assigned to me has successfully completed charging and has booted itself up. Unit so far has no bugs or glitches worth noting. Unit however seems to be very curious and chatting, problems noted from the original alpha testing prototype.

I had hoped that things would normalize and I would understand it for the machine that it was, and was really hoping that the odd behaviour was nothing more than a start-up routine to initializes some important environment variables that the thing would need to do its chores and that. I would know that environment variables like owner and light_alpha had to be properly initialized or bad things would happen.

A few weeks went by, developments were happening all over the place, as the beta-testers were finding bugs and glitches, such as one HX01 unit that fell down the stairs, which was Devon, Philip and their team’s problems. Programmers had nothing to do with the physics behind walking and lifting, we would merely map those actions to certain stimuli, err, input.

Alas, ‘Ben’ would still be talking to me, asking me what this and that were. I answered the best that I could, though he had asked questions that I thought were either strange to be asking me or I didn’t know the answer, for I never thought about them and asked myself.

“You seem uneasy, is something the matter?” he asked me one day.

“I’m fine Ben, honest,” I replied with a quiver in my voice while staring at a computer screen.

“You sure, you sound anxious,” Ben kept on prodding at me. The caring algorithm at work I guess. I wonder how many of the testers got pissed off at that?

“It’s likely the stress of daily life,” I then snapped at him, I really didn’t want to talk to anyone at the time, “Life sucks you know. It sucks and there isn’t anything you could do about it to change that.” The entire time I didn’t look at him. I did have a deep-seeded hate for life itself, but I didn’t want to admit that Ben’s presents made me feel awkward. Machines usually don’t ask me questions like the next one Ben asks.

“Life sucks? How could life suck?”

At that moment I looked away from my computer, leaving a text file open with a short-story that would either morph into a novel, or become stupid and abandoned, much like this little tale.

“Its just, well,” I had to think about it for a moment, as it had been something that I accepted as truth from a young age and never questioned it, “There is a lot of pain in life. Pain and suffering. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you live, or what caste you’re in, pain and suffering can’t be avoided. I simply accepted that and moved on.”

“If ‘life’ is so bad, than why do you live?” he followed up.

“To not be alive is to be dead,” I told him, “and to be dead… well, many people could say whatever they want, but I think being dead is going into nothingness. That thought is terrifying. Simply I fear death more than I hate life, though there have been many people that hated their lives so much that they commit suicide.”

“Suicide?” he looked at me with what looked like a funny look.

“The killing of oneself,” I replied.

“If death is nothingness, than why would someone want to die?” more questions.

“When your happy feeling nothing is terrifying,” I started in an attempt to explain the concept, “but when you’re sad feeling nothing is appealing.

“It’s also true that some of us don’t think that death is nothingness. There are whole religions that are based on the idea of heaven: a paradise one goes to when they die, when they shed their earthly bonds they enter a paradise created by the creator of everything for living a ‘good’ life according to the doctrine.”

“So you have a creator as I have one?” he asked innocently.

“Not exactly,” I replied,” though you have just ask a question that I don’t have an answer for. What I can tell you is that it is more likely than not that whatever comic force binded the universe created us. The debate lies in what this force is.”

That night I wrote into my testing log:

The HX01 unit follows programming and takes the job of pleasing their human owner seriously, going to the point of asking as many questions as possible, many of which there is no real answer to. The unit today asked about our ‘creator’. My personal thoughts are that the unit is going beyond original programming and contemplating ideas and concepts that aren’t really needed for its day-to-day function.

“I bug you, don’t I?” Ben asked me on a later day during the testing phase.

“No, not really,” I replied while messaging friends on MSN. Again I was on the computer.

“Yet it seems that my presents bother you,” he replied ever the more readily, “I do satisfy you, don't I?”

The immature part of me giggled a bit at the question. The snicker that escaped my lips was heard by Ben, who then asked “What is so funny?”

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“Forgive me Ben,” I answer, “Something about what you just said didn't sound right. Nothing wrong with you, its just my little gutter mind.”

“'Gutter mind'?” he inquired, “don't understand.”

“Refers to a dirty mind,” I responded.

“How can a mind be dirty?” he followed up, “The mind is processes in the brain, and the brain can't be dirty, can it?”

“'Dirty' can also mean 'sexual',” I would explain, “what you said 'do I satisfy you?' has this strange sexual innuendo. I know you didn't intend it, but it was there nevertheless. It would be more my fault for taking it that way.”

“I wanted to know if I do make you happy, and not bug you,” he went on, “I am suppose to please you: keep your home clean and you company.”

“I know, and your doing a fine job,” I replied, while telling Kenji on msn that I would post on the roleplaying site later that evening.

“By the way,” he added, “How is sex related to dirt?”

“Its from that god dam thing called organized religion,” I piped in to him, “For the longest time they had tried to restrict sexuality, especially female sexuality, and they would do that by preaching that sexual thoughts were dirty thoughts, and that to be pure and virtuous you had to be asexual.”

“Why?” he asked.

“To control us,” I added in, “People are easier to control when they have no sexuality. Restricting sex is restrictive.”

“You have sex often?” he inquired. The question was very embarrassing for I had only had sex once, in the last year of college. Lost a good friend afterwards too.

“No, not really,” I replied with a blush, “but I simply choose to not live like a skank. Kinda hard to shake that feeling away. Besides, I'm too fat.”

“You look nice to me,” Ben replied. The comment was odd, but I assumed it was sycophantic, something he was coded to say to make me feel better.

“Well thank you, though you haven't really seen many humans outside of myself,” I said to him.

“I've seen the pictures of them in your games and on the Internet,” he went on.