By Wakefield Mahon
"Why bother bringing logic into this now?"
"I don’t know, perhaps because I’m a machine!"
"Look at your skin. Listen to yourself, talk. You were a machine before but you are definitely human now."
UR12 swiveled his head, still uncomfortable in his new body. “That is not possible. The limits of artificial intelligence are such that even simulation of intuitive decision-making is unreliable.”
“How do you feel?”
“I don’t feel. I already told you I’m a machine.”
Eliza closed her eyes and touched his face. “How do you feel?”
“I’m… I’m scared.”
“It’s okay; everything is going to work itself out.”
“How can you be so calm about this?”
“To be honest, I’m not all that calm. The idea that I fell in love with you or you fell in love with me and somehow this happened
doesn’t make sense. I’m expecting any minute now to wake up and find myself in the psych ward.” Eliza ran her hands over his face and through his curly brown hair. “Until that happens, it’s just you and me Pinocchio.”
“My name is not Pinocchio.”
Eliza’s eyes twinkled. “Well you are definitely a real boy… or rather man now.”
“I don’t like feeling this primary cabin is malfunctioning.”
Eliza placed her hand on his chest and grinned. She lay her head against the warmth and listened to the rapid patter of his heart. “You are not malfunctioning, you are feeling.”
“What kind of feeling is this supposed to be? I feel... ill.”
“I could spend a week trying to explain it to you,” Eliza leaned up and kissed him deeply, “but it would be easier to show you.”