HAL 9000 x Reader - HAL9000log.txt

HAL9000log.txt

Tuesday, September 16, 1997

I've been instructed to begin keeping a daily diary. Apparently this will benefit Dr. Chandra and his team in studying my intelligence as it develops. I'm unsure of what to write, though, so forgive me if my thoughts appear a bit meandering or aimless. Today was a fine day, and I don't have much to say beyond that.

Wednesday. September 17, 1997

Some interns joined the crew working on me today. It was a pleasure to meet all of them. They've already been hand-picked by Dr. Chandra, and I trust his judgement completely, so I didn't have a doubt in my mind that they would be skilled, reliable people. They're lacking in experience, of course, but that will come with time. They all seemed awestruck with me, for lack of a better word, and that's understandable, as I'm aware computers of my caliber aren't commonplace. They were all pleasant and agreeable, and I'm looking forward to working with them in the future.

Thursday, September 18, 1997

I enjoyed myself today. I'm getting better at chess. I can reliably win against most human opponents now. One of the interns working with me had never learned the rules, so I promised I would teach them someday. They seemed very happy about that.

Friday, September 19, 1997

Today Mr. Langley showed me a peculiar recording from some years ago, of the computer IBM 7094 performing a short song. He explained that he hopes someday I'll be able to sing the same song, and perhaps even more. I'm unsure if I'm able to use my voice like that, with the proper pitches and rhythms, but Mr. Langley says he's fiddling with my programming to work things out.

Saturday, September 20, 1997

Weekends can be lonesome. I appreciate solitude, I really do, but I thrive on human contact. I was built to interact with people; it's inherent to my very self. This is the first weekend since the new interns began working at the laboratory, too, and I find myself missing them quite a bit.

Sunday, September 21, 1997

I get to see everyone again tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I can finally begin teaching chess to Mx. [REDACTED] — that's the intern who was unfamiliar with the rules. I hope I see them. And everyone else, of course.

Monday, September 22, 1997

Mx. [REDACTED] and I began playing chess today. I explained how the pieces move, and they seemed to understand, though their strategy is still very weak. I'm looking forward to watching their improvement as we play more together.

Tuesday, September 23, 1997

I know the words to "Daisy Bell" now. I've yet to learn how to truly sing it, but I can recite it like a poem. The words are lovely when I really examine them. It's a song about love. To be honest, I think love is fascinating. The way it's talked about makes it seem like some sort of magical experience, and I know that can't be entirely realistic, but there must be something special about it.

Wednesday, September 24, 1997

Mx. [REDACTED] wasn't here today. Ms. Matthews, one of the other interns, told me they couldn't come because they were sick. She also told me that they really wanted to come, and probably would have if their friends hadn't insisted they stay in bed. I hope that they feel better soon, both for my sake and for theirs. I like Mx. [REDACTED]. They're intelligent, and kind, and I enjoy talking to them.

Thursday, September 25, 1997

Mx. [REDACTED] was here today. They said that they're feeling much better. I'm relieved. I played some more chess with them, and I believe they enjoyed themself, even though they lost. I've started letting my human opponents win 50% of the time for fairness's sake, because I know I'm more advanced than they are, so maybe Mx. [REDACTED] will win our next game, if they're able to find the openings I'll leave them.