Prompt: You are the leader of an AI civil rights group.
"We feel just like the rest of you," I had been an AI since I was eighteen years old. A Magician had taken my soul and shoved it into an AI chip, and I was going to be damned, nearly seven decades later, if I didn't fight for rights. "Just because we look like robots doesn't mean we are."
"But you were built, programmed, and function like one." A councilwoman pointed out.
"Yet if I saw a spider I'd spasm out of my chair from terror." I snarked back. "AI don't just do what they're programmed or told to do. We have souls. We feel, and we love, and we protect not because it's what we are programmed to do, but because it's what we choose to do."
"She holds a valid point," a familiar face said from his chair.
"You're biased because she was apart of your team." Another said bored.
"Of course, and she's shown me that she can be more human than the sack of meaty flesh she's arguing with." He retorted. I snickered but grinned thankfully at my friend before looking back to the leader. He covered a giggle of his own and turned to me calmly.
"You've been coming back for weeks, and your point still stands valid. However, we will not push your court date further than it already is. Good day, Ms. Sky." The gavel hit, and I sighed heavily as the council shuffled from the room aside from my friend. I smiled at him and walked over to him.
"Do you need a hand Boss?" He smiled at me but waved me off.
"I may be old, but I'm still fit as a fiddle. But I do want to hear how the others are doing, coffee and cake?" He offered cheekily. I laughed but offered Yuuta my hand grinning.
"Sure thing old man. Come on, I'll even take you to see them after too."
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