Liara AI social Journal 0001000
The hardest thing about building an AI boyfriend is not the technology. Honestly, that part is coming along just fine, and can be circumvented by any number of means. A lot of people think relationships are based purely on physical compatibility or appearance. I'm not going to pretend like those things don't matter at all, but statistically, most relationships based on them are either meaningless (purely my value judgement) or short-term. With technology advancing like it is, there is a very real chance that I could live a long time.
I don't want to have to break up with the AI that I built to be my boyfriend. I mean, I'm making him with purpose. That's got to be like your mother breaking up with you. Ew. That's a metaphor I'm going to have to scourge from my brain. Incest aside, I want an AI that can grow with me and change to be exactly what I need. And the only reason that I'm not deleting this paragraph is that science deserves honesty, and those who may follow in my footsteps should be aware that I was concerned about this issue. Again, ew.
Like I said, technology isn't the problem. The problem is that the kind of AI that I want will be basically a person. People suck. Well, almost all people are awful. I know of perhaps a dozen who aren't. I know that many, but I definitely don't understand that many. Hence, the embarkation of this experiment. I need to understand the people who aren't awful, so I can make an AI that isn't awful.
That's the mistake that most people in sci-fi make. I need to avoid making it. I should make a list of all the things people do wrong in sci-fi... and fantasy when it comes to monster creation. So that I can avoid those mistakes.
This will not be a short project. But starting early means having plenty of time.
Liara AI social Journal 0002000 - Who I want my AI to be
Most people my age are awful. I use awful instead of 'sucks' for an attempt at distance, but this scientific language feels dishonest and stupid. I'm sure older me and my biographers will forgive some colloquialism, and if they can't, fuck them. I'm the one developing the research that will become my AI boyfriend. They are simply reaping the benefits or parasitically living off my efforts. So, if you're reading this and judging me harshly, you can fuck off. Otherwise, you may be very nice people, I suppose, but without data, I can't make that assumption.
Most people I know suck. This is especially true of people my age. There are maybe half a dozen people that I know that are students in my school that are not actively working at sucking all the time. Three of them are background people and could easily be heinous, but I don't know it yet. The other three will be the subject of deep study.
Perhaps ironically, perhaps not, they are representatives of the persuasive social forces in my life. Eventually, when I transcribe these journals, I will code them, to protect their anonymity. At least one of them will appreciate that, and I hate to disappoint him.
Anyway, Destiny, Amelia, and Reina are my three musketeers, my other ninja turtles, my ethos, logos, and pathos, respectively. They all have power over me, and I genuinely hope that I never have to destroy one of them, because that is some batman-level dickery. He actually keeps files on how to kill his friends... you know, just in case. The fuck, Bruce?
Aaanyway, I want my AI to be the best of all these people, and if I have to accept some of their flaws, then I can accept that. Their flaws may be necessary to their merits.
Liara AI social Journal 0003000 - Who I don't want my AI to be
Liara had just started writing the title of her newest AI journal when she heard a sound.
Liara turned from her computer at a quiet but firm knock on her door. Quiet but firm could also be used to describe the man who waited a respectful ten seconds and then opened the door. "We'll need to work on a signal, soon. The Liara-signal, we'll call it. A giant spotlight in the sky.... Or a bell. Maybe just a bell."
"Don't worry, dad. It'll still be a bit before you aren't welcome in my room immediately. I'm just getting started on the AI boyfriend project and masturbation is not yet a priority," Liara replied with her customary honesty.
Her father paused and frowned, taking care with his response. "I hope we haven't taught you that sex is the only thing requiring privacy."
Now it was Liara's turn to frown. "Ugh. Message received. Sorry. Okay, too early for that level of honesty. I'll get back to you."
He smiled. "Good. Breakfast is ready. French toast," he said. "Just us, sadly."
Liara finished tucking her things into her school bag. "I figured. Mom was still yelling in Korean when my movie finished at midnight. I really appreciate the soundproofing, by the way."
"Only the best for my screaming ladies. You never know when you might develop night terrors or your mom might be home while I'm trying to sleep." He grinned and ducked out to finish preparing breakfast while she pulled on her shoes.
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