Blake and Melanie

Melanie's Thoughts

Melanie stared out of the cold, crisp window, nothing like a nice rainy day, huh? Watching those little droplets race to the bottom, combing and spliting between other drops? She was sitting on her couch in her pjs, it was her day off.
She rested her head on both of her crossed arms, she thought about Blake, questioning if what she had done was right, or if was even considered life, her own questions pained her sometimes.
"How do I know if he's even real, he is, but is he? He's more like a glorified imaginary friend. I made him from my imagination, as a need for a friend and to see what I can do. Difference between him and an imaginary friend is he's... Real? He has a body, he can learn, he can talk and process by himself, and make his own decisions. But, is he life? He's just ones and zeros and wires and plastic, does he matter?"

She furrowed her brows the deeper she questioned, but she had a point, was Blake real? And could he be considered life? I don't think so, probably as far as we can go is intelligent A.I., but how intelligent can A.I. be? I think that was something Melanie thought of, how much can Blake learn, and would he change the more he did.
Blake was in the service room, a extra room that was modified for Blake, a table and tools, computer and desk. He had just been finished with a maintenance check, one thing he and Melanie liked to do was give him a little nap, it helped to cool down his system and refresh his brain, computery, robot brain.

Melanie decided to write these questions in a journal, one she hid from Blake and pretty much anyone else, if and when she introdcues Blake to her friends, those questions would be theirs to discuss. She tries to just push those thoughts aside and save them for later, after all this is her day of, she should be relaxing and doing whatever, maybe she'll have a nap too.