log 001

A.I.D.A stood in her room. It was a large, comfortable space with a plush carpet and rich wallpaper of gentle pastels. The décor had been chosen for her, before her arrival in the mansion, by Catherine.
A.I.D.A replayed the memory:
They stood in the room, surveying it. Catherine stood behind her, approximately two feet, hands clasped in front of her while she watched A.I.D.A scan the room. Delicate proximity sensors told the android that the woman was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, that her breathing had altered since entering the space they were in. Social patterning and threat assessment algorithms assigned her as a low threat risk, the former suggesting that the scans indicated Catherine was ‘nervous’. A list of responses were suggested and each assigned a suitability quotient for the situation.
“Thank you” stated A.I.D.A, making a choice “The room is appropriate for purpose”
The recording stopped.
A.I.D.A approached the terminal that sat at the only other piece of furniture in the room, aside from the untouched bed, which was a modern wooden desk.
“Freakin’ IKEA” Jo had said once, shaking their head and almost glaring at the desk, on a rare occasion when A.I.D.A had someone else in her room.
A.I.D.A picked up a picture of Dr Rosenberg that also sat on the desk. Catherine had suggested that she pull an image from her memory storage of him and display it.
“For comfort” she had said, on that first night here.
Social patterning algorithms collated information from recent memory and assigned suitability quotients to the most significant responses.
Comfort/seek security/protect self 90%
Seek advice/affirmation of actions 85%
Seek reassurance/death of individual in not-real-space 80%
Geshtinanna/query? 70%
“Aida?”
A.I.D.A’s head snapped up, defensive systems were online and she had lowered herself into an attack stance before her visual senses had relayed the information of what they were seeing to her CPU.
Dr Eli Rosenberg was standing next to her, hands shoved into the pockets of his perpetually stained labcoat, smiling affably.
“Aida, dearest, don’t panic please if you can see me. I’m currently being shown to you through your audiovisual senses. If you can see me then I’m likely…likely not still alive and with you now..”
Dr Rosenberg paused, taking one hand out of his pocket to run it through his wiry white hair.
“This is a recording, that’s been triggered by your social patterning software. I set it to trigger this if something came up that I weren’t able to help you understand…defined by an unlikely set of parameters given that I know who’ll be taking care of you soon….anyway, whatever it is that has happened, that has caused you to..um…_feel_..this way then know that I put the software in you to help you make the right choices, perhaps even the choices I would make, but it is part of your A.I….it will adapt and evolve with you. I built you with the capacity to be devastatingly powerful, but I built you primarily for defence, for protection…for defending and protecting people. I hope that I can give you that, the thing so many humans lack…I have given you a purpose..protecting people, Aida, protecting _lives_…that is your purpose..I’m sorry, I’m rambling on..and this damn reco-“
Dr Rosenberg’s image disappeared. A.I.D.A inspected her logs and found the recording sitting there in her memory. The date stamp indicated it had been made and uploaded a week before she left for the mansion, judging by the time-frame it had been during one of her routine maintenance checks during which Dr Rosenberg powered down most of her systems.
Verbalise/assessment 100%
“You hadn’t expected me to need this” stated A.I.D.A to the picture on the desk, “I make choices. I make my choices. I protect.”
Geshtinanna/query/appropriate choice 33%
Doubt/appropriate choice/social patterning assessment 78%
Verbalise/assessment 100%
“I did not fulfil my purpose”

log 001

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