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Today marks a profoundly significant day for Jefferson Wheel. As he prepares to deliver his speech at the annual AI...
Today is no ordinary day. Jefferson Wheel readies himself to take the stage at the annual AI convention, a moment pregnant with significance.
The auditorium brims with CEOs and experts in the field of artificial intelligence. Despite the nerves tingling within him, it's not the fear of his invention falling short in comparison with the other contestants that unsettles him. Instead, it's the realization that, from this day forward, his life will never be the same.
The theater is engulfed in an atmosphere laden with anticipation and a chilling aura—the coldness of Artificial Intelligence.
Abruptly, the stabilizing hum of a microphone slices through the audience's murmur. "Ladies and gentlemen, the break has concluded. Please take your seats to welcome our next contestant, Jefferson Wheel, and... his creation... Nathalia Ibby?" The host's expression wavers with uncertainty.
A sudden murmur reverberated against the theater's walls. "Nathalia Ibby? The singer who was quadriplegic?" exclaimed an audience member, shock coloring her words to her companion beside her. In an instant, the silence that once enveloped the theater dissipated, replaced by a chorus of questioning voices that began to fill the atmosphere.
"...Uh, there must be a mistake in the name... I'll address it with production..." The host nervously explained, his right hand instinctively reaching for the earpiece, poised to correct the error.
Unexpectedly, the projector unveils the image of Nathalia Ibby's body, lying on a hospital bed. At just 14 years old, this singer experienced a tragic accident that rendered her quadriplegic. For the past five years, she has remained bound to the bed, her body ravaged by time, intricately connected to the hospital's machines, barely clinging to life.
The audience was astonished.
"Hello, my name may not be familiar to you, but from today onward, you won't forget it." A deep, husky voice resonated through the expanse of the elegant stage. The voice continued to elucidate, "This image belongs to Nathalia Ibby, captured during her time on a hospital bed."
Over the years, inventors have pioneered ways to enhance human life. Initially, they crafted 3D printers capable of producing human organs using the patient's cells, eliminating the risk of transplant failure. Subsequently, they delved into creating software robots designed to virtually automate diverse job tasks, reducing human error and cutting costs by employing a limited workforce. Yet, despite these remarkable advancements, no one has achieved the dream of eternal life, untouched by physical injury. Until now.
"All of you, please extend your warm welcome to the stage: Nathalia Ibby," his recorded voice announced, while his physical presence remained concealed backstage.
A stunning brunette, delicately slender, cautiously steps onto the stage. Her face, adorned with beauty akin to a fair porcelain doll, bears no expressions. With evident difficulty, she surveys her surroundings, mechanically moving her head from left to right, appearing as if she is scanning the entire place.
"This is my voice. I am Jefferson Wheel, and this is Nathalia Ibby. Her body is not human. She remains on her hospital bed, but I've successfully replicated her brain. I've designed a device capable of recording cerebral waves, accessing the part of her brain housing memories, and replicating them in her new metallic body and brain. This machine connects her human brain to her mechanical one through a chip embedded in her human cerebrum. Envision not only assisting quadriplegic individuals in walking or traveling again but also granting those in a vegetative state or prolonged coma the chance to wake up in a robotic body..." he concluded before urging, "Nathalia, say 'Hi' to your audience."
Nathalia: Hi! – she joyfully exclaimed, a smile gracing her face that could send shivers down anyone's spine. The edges of her lips attempted to convey normalcy; however, the corners of her eyes grappled to form wrinkles.
Witnessing this startling spectacle, an audience member rose from their chair and inquired, "What about her emotions? Memories are intertwined with emotions... Have you replicated that too?"
Jefferson responded, "We are currently working on that. We're developing an algorithm to replicate the cerebral waves associated with emotions such as anxiety, fear, and remorse."
Another audience member joined the discussion, questioning, "If she has no emotions, wouldn't she rationalize everything? Wouldn't she become... a psychopath?"
Suddenly, a group of policemen stormed into the theater, urgently ushering the guests out of the scene.
"Everyone! Hurry to the exit! She is dangerous..." - one of the officials shouted as he pointed a finger at Nathalia.
Nathalia rushed backstage, and Mayor Louis Wells followed suit.
"Nathalia Ibby, stop hiding and show yourself. You are under arrest for the death of Jefferson Wheels!" – Louis Wells furiously shouted while firmly gripping his gun.
Suddenly, Louis turned around, catching a glimpse of Nathalia's silhouette hiding in the shadows. He smirked in contempt as he discovered her hiding place. Unexpectedly, an even larger shadow, taking heavy steps, approached him.
"This can't be real. Jefferson... you're alive... How?" Louis expressed with fear lacing his words.
