Parvati Nair is born out of necessity and desperation.
The necessity to complete Shyne Inc.'s insurmountable project and the desperation to reunite two estranged souls.
With T minus 30 days to complete the project, will Project Parvati succeed? Or...
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"Do you think she still needs those files, Meera?" Drishti asked, folding her arms.
I looked at Drishti with a raised brow. I was convinced that she was trying to slack off from work again but, something compelled me to think otherwise. This was coming from a person who had just gotten roasted by an android.
Which, I didn't know was possible.
"P-Parvati seems t-to h-have developed an e-e-emotional intelligence o-on her own," Arush said, folding his arms.
"But how can she? She wasn't programmed to do so. I don't get it."
Drishti pressed her palms to her eyes.
"Me neither. But I think she might be mimicking human behaviour rather than developing an intelligence." Drishti sighed.
Arush's eyes lit up.
"Correct! I-I m-mean, I couldn't t-tell Drishti and P-Parvati apart when t-they had that s-spat. T-T-The way she t-talked was exactly like D-Drishti." Arush added.
I sunk onto a chair. My head felt light. It all made sense. My mind reeled back to the time when I first conceived the idea of an android, as human company. Parvati was nothing but a scribble on the Scratch application interface of my computer in the school lab. Over time, I imagined all the things Parvati could be capable of, and the subsequent Scratch animations in my school system continue to remain evidence of my vivid imagination.
A few years back, when I first began working on my actual android, Parvati, I didn't want her to stand out distinctly from humans. So, I developed her in a way that would allow her to mimic human behaviour, as well as their actions. But now that her files on emotional intelligence are corrupted, I think she must have uploaded the files on 'mimicking human behaviour' into her neural network.
"Are you alright, Meera?" Drishti asked, placing her hand on my wrist.
"This is a problem. If she mimics human behaviour, she'll eventually develop emotions and I guarantee you, that will not end well. We all know what happened to Chitti." I run my fingers through my hair.
Drishti and Arush blink at me, evidently more worried about who 'Chitti' was, than Parvati.
"Don't worry, Meera. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I promise."
I almost jumped in my seat. Parvati stood by the door, dressed in my denim overalls. Her brown hair was braided neatly in a French braid and she sported a white tank top underneath her overalls, almost making her look human.
And that scared me.
"Anyway, you might want to reconsider your subjects, Meera. Harleen looks happy with Aman. Are you willing to trade her happiness for this project?" Drishti asked, her brows furrowed.
I pursed my lips. I wasn't sure what I would do. Maybe a little spying to see if Harleen genuinely liked Aman or not. But that's about it.
It was at that moment that my phone lit up with a text, from a number I hadn't saved.
