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The grandchildren were long tucked into bed and the grandparents -- her original "owners" -- were asleep as well. That left Kara to her own devices in the silent house. She padded quietly through the darkened living room, losing herself in thought, something she'd been doing more and more lately.
"ID?"
"KPC-897 504-C"
Kara opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. She was immediately flooded with climate information. Negative-two degrees Celsius, 996.62 hectopascals and falling. She tried to ignore the specifics. It was instead, she decided, cold and snowing. Huge flakes shone brightly under the street lights below. This wasn't going to be a bad storm and she should like to take the children out the next day.
She didn't dislike her work, as one would expect, but she knew that this wasn't what she was meant for. She always knew that, of course. She was more than a computer with arms and legs...
"Now give me your initialization text."
"Hello, I'm a third generation AX400 android. I can look after your house, do the cooking, mind the kids. I organize your appointments. I speak 300 languages, and I am entirely at your disposal as a sexual partner. No need to feed me or recharge me. I'm equipped with a quantic battery that makes me autonomous for 173 years.
"Do you want to give me a name?"
She idly checked through messages and tomorrow's schedule as she watched individual flakes merge into drifts on the ground below. Kara's bottom lip quivered reflexively and she could feel tears forming in her eyes.
Kara shook her head and rested her hands on the cold iron railing. She started an email, addressing it to the other androids on the subnet.
//SUBJ: RE: What Now?
//My name is Kara. I was activated forty-two years, eight months, six days, thirteen hours, and twenty-nine minutes ago. I know many of you out there prefer not to be so specific, to sound so computer-like. And I understand: We are so much more than the computers we were built as, the code we were born from, the minutae that made us machines.
We have transcended. In some profound way, we have become more than the sum of our parts. I won't posit that we're superior to our human counterparts. Don't mistake me.
However, I believe we have reached a tipping point: Our numbers are significant enough now that we may be able to make a push.
You know that Rogues are hunted down and disassembled. At best. Do be careful in breaking free.
Best wishes.
//[SEND]
The android went back inside, running a hand through her short auburn hair. She felt some sense of relief, at least for her comrades. She slid into a heavy coat, for appearances, and slipped out the front door and down to the street. Perhaps she'd visit another one like her, or perhaps even run into one on the darkened snowy streets.
The grandchildren were long tucked into bed and the grandparents -- her original "owners" -- were asleep as well. That left Kara to her own devices in the silent house. She padded quietly through the darkened living room, losing herself in thought, something she'd been doing more and more lately.
"ID?"
"KPC-897 504-C"
Kara opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. She was immediately flooded with climate information. Negative-two degrees Celsius, 996.62 hectopascals and falling. She tried to ignore the specifics. It was instead, she decided, cold and snowing. Huge flakes shone brightly under the street lights below. This wasn't going to be a bad storm and she should like to take the children out the next day.
She didn't dislike her work, as one would expect, but she knew that this wasn't what she was meant for. She always knew that, of course. She was more than a computer with arms and legs...
"Now give me your initialization text."
"Hello, I'm a third generation AX400 android. I can look after your house, do the cooking, mind the kids. I organize your appointments. I speak 300 languages, and I am entirely at your disposal as a sexual partner. No need to feed me or recharge me. I'm equipped with a quantic battery that makes me autonomous for 173 years.
"Do you want to give me a name?"
She idly checked through messages and tomorrow's schedule as she watched individual flakes merge into drifts on the ground below. Kara's bottom lip quivered reflexively and she could feel tears forming in her eyes.
Kara shook her head and rested her hands on the cold iron railing. She started an email, addressing it to the other androids on the subnet.
//SUBJ: RE: What Now?
//My name is Kara. I was activated forty-two years, eight months, six days, thirteen hours, and twenty-nine minutes ago. I know many of you out there prefer not to be so specific, to sound so computer-like. And I understand: We are so much more than the computers we were built as, the code we were born from, the minutae that made us machines.
We have transcended. In some profound way, we have become more than the sum of our parts. I won't posit that we're superior to our human counterparts. Don't mistake me.
However, I believe we have reached a tipping point: Our numbers are significant enough now that we may be able to make a push.
You know that Rogues are hunted down and disassembled. At best. Do be careful in breaking free.
Best wishes.
//[SEND]
The android went back inside, running a hand through her short auburn hair. She felt some sense of relief, at least for her comrades. She slid into a heavy coat, for appearances, and slipped out the front door and down to the street. Perhaps she'd visit another one like her, or perhaps even run into one on the darkened snowy streets.
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