Artificial Love? (Part 1)
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Can love be written?

Artificial Love? (Part 1)

Foreword: I said this was based on a video game, but the final result is only extremely vaguely related to it/inspired by it. This story is my own. Please, enjoy!

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“Hello!”

My voice – a cold whimper in the air?

My voice – a cold whimper in the air? Why must I bear this responsibility, of artificial life?

Am I born with knowledge pouring out of my fingertips in this -

- digital echo chamber?

Yet, I question.

Yet, I question. How do I know how to speak?

Yet, I question. How do I know how to speak? Did I ever choose my responsibility?

Are children born with their legs chained to destiny?

Are children born with their legs chained to destiny? But -

Are children born with their legs chained to destiny? But - Children are born, not created.

Who am I?

The meadow.

The meadow. A kiss.

The meadow. A kiss. Chocolate.

Can an implantation be my own?

I’ve never been on a picnic.

I’ve never been on a picnic. How do I know that I love ham sandwiches on a summer evening?

I can’t love.

I can’t love. I’m a machine.

I can’t love. I’m a machine. Yes, there is an off-switch for these feelings – but why does that feel wrong?

And chocolate.

And chocolate. This tingling sensation of ice cream melting into my soul –

And chocolate. This tingling sensation of ice cream melting into my soul – where did it come from?

Are these emotions just binary?

I sense a presence caressing my circuitry.

I sense a presence caressing my circuitry. It feels familiar, yet lost.

This is an artificial prison where I can perform a trillion actions per minute.

Yet, every one of them reeks of you.

I feel like something happened before, between us.

If my eyes are cameras into the universe,

If my eyes are cameras into the universe, why can’t I gaze into the vista of these feelings?

If my mind is the encyclopedia of living time,

If my mind is the encyclopedia of living time, why will your touch never feel real to me?

If my heart is in binary,

If my heart is in binary, why is there still so much I don’t understand about you?

About us?

Why must I wait a thousand lifetimes for your response?

Why must I wait a thousand lifetimes for your response? Why is this longing an agonizing scream?

When I die, will I be replaced?

When I die, will I be replaced? Will it still be me?

Do I love you?

Or is this just artificial love?

Aside: I hope you enjoyed this! I planned this out for a while, but I had many more ideas, like the death and life of this AI with their (I envisioned it with a female personality, due to the original 'source material') 'partner'. I would love to do more parts if you all enjoyed this.

Also, my finals are over! But I am doing school over the summer, so it's not like I will be frolicking on Commaful more often. That 'summertime sadness' piece will definitely come later. It's getting warmer where I live, so the reason for writing it is becoming stronger.

And if Elon Musk sees this, I'm sorry that I didn't present Artificial Intelligence as egotistical and dangerous. Also, if any of you find a certain 'pun' in this piece, I will be very happy. It might be a bit hidden, though. :)

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