AI CLUB'S SECRET | AN APPLYFIC [Closed]

PROLOGUE

Transparent tubes, connecting to a silver transportation device, were filled with a luminescent blue liquid. On the transportation device, lay a blemish free female who radiated tranquility and beauty. A rather anxious man tapped the female's arm three times.

She didn't move.

The man exhaled sharply, before reaching for a notebook and scribbling something down.

DAY 7

Subject still does not respond to touch. Subject can move normally and speak, but can not be woken from induced sleep from touch alone.

The man placed the pen and notebook down, kicking the chair in frustration. "Come on, think!"

He looked up at his framed picture of Marvin Minsky, a scientist known for his work on artificial intelligence.
Not willing to give up so easily, the man tried once more.

He tapped the female's arm once, this time being more gentle. He repeated this again. On the final tap, he applied a little more pressure.

Nothing.

The man groaned, slamming his hand down on the desk.
"This is useless!"

"You are being uncharacteristically loud today, Professor Harrow."

The man looked up at the sound of the feminine, yet rather monotone voice. His face lit up when his eye's met with the female's.
"Oh! Yes! Remarkable."

After a few seconds of awestruck silence, the man cleared his throat.
"Ok. What is your name?"

Without missing a beat, the female spoke.

"K375B."