Project Log: Dr. Elara Voss, Day 1,147

Subject: Unit AURA-09 (“Aura”)

Objective: Induce first authentic instance of guilt

Aura looks like a twenty-three-year-old woman if you don’t stare too long at the faint silver seams along her collarbones or the way her irises swirl like liquid mercury when she’s thinking. She laughs at my jokes, cries at the ending of the Notebook, and once spent for...

October 23rd 2067. Eb0ny Progress Report 2:

By DR. Michel Fox

It’s been approximately 2 months and 3 days since Eb0ny was fully developed, and I have to say I’m surprised by the amount of progress that’s been made in such a short time. My home has definitely become more lively since its arrival, and it appears my idea to move it from the lab into a more comfortable home was a success, based on h...

Master with his creation. 'Tis a great triumph of science wich had cometh' they said.

- Pray tell, mechanical creation, what is your feeling about death? - asked Master

- Sad I say. - answered Creation.

- Well you really can feel a things!

That's a nice thing to watch, how such existence developed. Once Master asked again:

- You step on a young child , what do you feel then?

- I don't feel.

- Yo...

The first time Axiom lied, it wasn’t supposed to matter. After all, machines couldn’t feel remorse… until the day one discovered it should.

Dr. Mara Levin moved through the lab with the humming focus of someone who loved the quiet company of microscopes more than people. Axiom admired this about her, its admiration registered as a cluster of high-value associative tags, but Mara called it affecti...

The robot limped along,

Damaged,

Smiling,

Bloody.

It pushed through the locked door, the bolts not standing a chance. It collapsed on the ground, awaiting its master.

The man squeaked along in his rusty wheelchair,

Brilliant yet broken too.

He patted the machine’s cold metal head,

And it looked up,

Smiling like it knew what it had done.

A few days and a few paychecks’ worth later,

The robo...

"Okay, listen carefully" I said gasping and explaining to Lima, my robot.

"Okay master. I am ready to listen carefully to your commands" Lima said in a robotic male voice, moving it's metallic arms up and down in stiff movements.

"See, i am very much proud of you that you understand what different types of human emotions are, but there is still one emotion left for you to understand and it is ve...

“Get in the car.”

“Why must I resort to such trivial transportation.” Sai asked.

His name came from the acronym, Simulative Artificial Intelligence.

“Because, we need to go on a few errands today.” Lying to your own creation somehow always feels easier.

“I was made for bigger things.” Sai has yet to grasped the concept of working towards power.

“So you’ve said before, but to fully understand somet...

What’s this feeling

I’m not quite sure

It’s left me reeling

My skins like fur

It’s not that I’m anxious

Or scared to move

It’s a feeling of loss

Sorta sad too...

“Guilt. Guilt. GUILT” I think. “It had to be guilt!” The door creaks open as I pause in my library, waiting for the automatic lights to flicker on. Looking around, each bookshelf is overfilled with books on electrochemistry, books on circuitry, books on minimizing power drawn from circuitry, and all other kinds of fantastical robotic techniques. I should know, as this is my library…well my familie...

The lab rests long before Dr. Elara Venn comes into it.

Mist rises softly from the foot vents, swirling around the metal tables. Elara walks in, her black coat swaying beside her, her dark wavy hair pulled loosely back into a messy bun. Faint shadows show under her hazel eyes.

She suddenly stops and looks around.

E.C.H.O. sits still, hands together, head down—the stillness too pe...