Chapter 8
It was two
weeks after that meeting when I would have questions of my own to ask
Ben.
“Ben,
what were you programmed to do?” I inquired into him, burning my
green eyes into him.
“I was
programmed to make my assigned human happy,” he replied
mechanically, as though it was a precoded function for him to say
that.
“How
does it make you feel to make your human happy?” I asked back. I
needed to know in my heart that the last while had been an overactive
learning matrix and nothing more.
It would
seem that Ben had to think about what I had asked him, trying to find
an answer that would best fit what I had asked him. I awaited in
hope that this thinking would result in an error, have him tell me
that he did not understand, even have this thinking produce a glitch
that would result in a crash that I would note and have the HX01
examined, but my stomach sank when I learned the truth: “I feel
happy when your happy I assume.”
