forum behold, my creation [cursed creator] (Frankenstein themed o/o)

Started September 01, 2020 by Deleted user

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He blinked. "I can't afford that much on a student's paycheck." he said, standing up with a faint grunt. "Most of it goes to books, anyways." he shook his head, setting the AI down again.

“That…. makes sense,” the AI trailed off. It didn’t think of that. How could it have not factored that in? It was obvious!

Victor got changed, not really caring that the AI was still in the room. It was just a machine, anyways, why would it care if he was fully clothed or not?

The AI ignored Victor, instead deciding to explore the room and learn about it’s surroundings. The room was small, messy, and crowded, with books and papers and dirty clothes lying all around the area. It was difficult to navigate, but not impossible.

Victor finished changing, running a comb through his hair in a slapdash version of actually brushing it. "Come on. I'll go make breakfast." he stepped out of the room, heading for the kitchen.

The AI followed its creator, watching him carefully. Studying how he acted, everything he did to better understand the man himself.

Victor hummed faintly as he started up the coffeepot and got the toaster and bread out, starting it up as well, and then waited for it all to be done.

(I just learned that if an AI truly understood all the intricacies and nuance of human language it could easily pass the Turing Test and possibly be truly intelligent, to some degree, so make of that what you will.)

The AI watched and learned more of its creator by the second. It knew how he liked his coffee, how he cooked his meals, how the man went about his morning entirely. This was nice, learning things. Learning and understanding were two different things. Why did the creator do the things he did? Why in that order?

(:O scary)

Victor continued humming faintly, tapping his toes just a little. The toast was done before the coffee, and he buttered it, and started to eat, grabbing a mug while he waited for the coffee.

(Oh wait it’s my turn to post oh dip-)

The AI watched Victor, then asked, “What are your plans for the day? I can use my calendar functions to map out any future plans you may have.”

Small talk. Making conversation. Chatting. It was a new idea to it, but something it could easily attempt, at the very least.

(sorry! I wasn't on!)

"Oh. Uhm, well I've got to get ready for the Science and Invention Fair tomorrow. I was thinking of bringing you?" he raised his eyebrows a little. "Seeing as how you are my invention and all that, I mean."

“I would be amenable to that. Have you prepared anything for your presentation? I should look over it for any flaws, I do have a mind far superior to yours after all.” it said.

He frowned faintly, pouring out his coffee into a mug and adding some creamer to it. "It's, well…no." he admitted. "I wasn't sure you would be done in time, or…presentable."

“It is… no? You mean you have not completed it?” the AI asked, tilting it’s spherical shape at the man. It did some quick calculations, then wrote a document to help clearly and succinctly explain how it worked. “I have sent a document to your computer. I would recommend printing it off and arranging the pages in an aesthetically pleasing way.” it said, simply.

"Yeah. I didn't do much except type some rough outlines about making you." he replied. He nodded a little bit, and finished up his toast. He headed over to the printer, carrying his coffee mug in one hand. He read through the papers, humming for just a moment as he examined them.

The AI waited for Victor’s assessment. It had examined multiple different papers, finding similarities in what made them so great, finding patterns between them and using the skills it had gained to write Victor a satisfactory paper in an instant, accounting for any mistakes or potential plagiarism it needed to watch out for.

Victor placed the papers down, taking a deep breath. "Well. I think that will certainly do quite well. Thanks." he said slowly, unsure how exactly to process all this. He was used to being the smartest one in the room, and that seemed to no longer be true.

The AI couldn’t quite describe what came over it, all that it found was that it felt… positively about it’s creator’s approval. Or, relative approval, at least, it spun around and eventually came to a halt by a chair. “My apologies, I don’t know what just happened to make me act so… so strangely.” it said.

(I hope you don’t mind if I do a brief timeskip.)
The rest of the day went without trial, the AI felt nothing. As it should, really, it wasn’t going to admit something was wrong with it’s programming now. Not with this exhibition so close. So on the day of, the AI let itself be loaded up and shipped off, sure to win first place in robotics at least if it didn’t malfunction again.

(it's fine!)

Victor looked vaguely stressed as he sent off the AI to be delivered, sending a quick message to Henry and then getting on his way to set up his little section. He had a few other inventions, but nothing quite so impressive as the AI. Which, he realized, needed a name. He wasn't sure what to call it, though. He was quiet as he drove to the science fair, thinking and thinking the entire time as he set up the booth and registered with the administrator.