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A.I.: Artificial Intelligence Part 2/5
Title: A.I.: Artificial Intelligence Part 2/5
Author: greenforgreen
Rating: T for language
Pairings/Characters: Jeff, Greg, and Josie (hints of Greffie, very tiny right now)
Summary: In the year 2045, a new creation by Dr. Mochrie is set to revolutionize science and human nature. It is a robot with intellect far beyond comprehension and a love far greater than you'll know. AU.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is not meant to harm, slander, or mirror those in this story.
Lust
It had been a year, but he was still broken from the inside out.
He was a former shadow of a man he once was before she died. One would say he died as well. Every day was wasted in the the bars or locked inside his home. It was an obsession to rid himself of pain, a lust for guiltless slips of the mind. Only an hour was all he needed, whether is was with those mecha or flesh prostitutes or a barstool with a glass on the rocks.
It was lust of finding a replacement for the emptiness.
City Life
Jeff walked into the city limits; bright lights flashed in his glassy eyes. Many people surrounded the streets, laughing and walking in their drunkenness. Cars whirled breakneck speed by the young man and the humans cheered, livened by the rush.
A few androids spoke to him in lewd, but seductive ways in voices of celebrities. Jeff was tempted to join, but after one sparked, he decided best to leave them for fear of being caught.
There were officers heading towards Jeff. The young man closed his eyes for a moment and they were gone, moving by him with no worry.
Greg
It was after he escaped the police officers that Jeff suddenly ran into a person. He watched, unphased, as the man fell backwards. Jeff suddenly reached out and pulled him back. The man was definitely intoxicated; his slurred speech and sloppy stance were far too audible.
“Hey buddy!” He hiccuped. “Wanna give me a fucking good time?”
Jeff looked strangely at him, not understanding his language. “Um... yes?”
“Great! Follow me to my house!”
That is when he fell forward into Jeff's arms! The mecha blinked and lifted him up, leading them to the nearest taxi.
Late
After many tries to bring the man to his senses, Jeff finally got him through the door of his house. The owner moaned and was too wasted to try any moves on this guy. Jeff pulled on him, making him walk to the couch where he dropped; his glasses hit the floor. The mecha stepped away and watched as the man laid his head on the pillows.
“Thanks...” he moaned, closing his eyes. “I'm Greg... this is my... home.”
And he fell asleep. Jeff just stood there in the dark, unsure what to do in this stranger's home.
Sleep
Machines don't sleep; they rest. They don't dream either. They have thoughts like humans, but their thoughts are our dreams. Processing the many gigabytes of information into their central computer is their way of counting sheep. They don't have REM or night terrors; they don't wake up to blissful sighs or abrupt goodbyes. Much like a battery, they power off and charge. Mecha are similar, but they close their eyes and see the images they processed, both good and bad. They feed of the emotions they are faced with in the day.
Could any revelations be realized from these?
Maybe.
Close Encounter
The morning after was one of the worst that Greg ever been stricken with. His head throbbed and he couldn't look into the morning light without wincing pathetically. He moaned and reached over pulling his glasses on his face. That's when he saw a pair of hazel eyes staring back.
Greg screamed, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
Jeff jumped back. Greg shot straight up and ran for a baseball bat located around the couch for protection. He held it out threateningly, glaring in a panic at the sudden visitor. Jeff stayed despite the threats thrown at him.
Cold
“So let me get this straight. You're a robot that can do what?”
“I am programmed to share similar emotions as humans. My creator said I would change the world.”
Greg was carefully drinking the coffee the young man made for him. Jeff explained all he could, but the older man still had no fucking clue what was going on. Was this government thing? A damn hunk of metal to help him cope? Jeff was different; his words were true, not emotionless, copied terms. Greg sneered at the thought; he was still a cold machine, feelings or not.
Study
For a complete hour, both men studied each other; it was Jeff's idea. The human felt awkward and wanted to call the police as soon as possible... he... couldn't find the heart to do so. The mecha acted like a child that first saw another kid for the first time. The fascination was tugging at the man's chest. Those wide hazel eyes held a sort of sparkle to them, lively even.
Jeff made the first conclusion: Greg was a sarcastic, bitter, but sharp man. Possibly either divorced or widowed. Doesn't trust people too well.
Greg followed: Just a patronizing machine.
Friend
“So where is the bugger then, Greg? You sounded so desperate on the phone.”
“He's in the next room, Josie. Just please figure out what's up with him. It's so awkward.”
Greg opened the door, escorting someone there. A bright, chipper voice rang out and it caused attention to Jeff. He stared around the corner shyly as Greg was politely removing the jacket off a woman. She had a round face but beautiful round eyes and bright red lips. Her brown waves bounced with each step.
Jeff knew from looking at her that she was safe... a friend.
Makeup
Jeff remained silent after Josie started examining him. She held a smile on her face at his design and was heavily impressed. Greg stood in the corner, trying to not have any fascination with the scene. Josie's fingers found the pressure point where Jeff could be opened up and looked at.
“May I, Jeff?” She asked with a bright, hopeful smile.
Jeff slowly nodded and she pressed down. She gazed with shock at the complex designs of wire and circuits; she had never seen such technology before in the other mechas. She knew someone cared deeply for this creation.
Hypothesis
Greg and Josie sat down in the back patio, away from Jeff, to discuss about him. Greg sighed heavily; he didn't want this. He had enough with just Josie coming to visit, but now a damn robot wanted to disrupt his peace? Greg wouldn't have that. Josie however tried to explain that what was here with him was special. She promised to talk with someone and only asked Greg to keep him safe.
“I don't want him destroyed, Greg. This is what the world needs. He is different from the others; he's almost a complete human for Christ's sake.”
Warm
Josie left to go home and left the two men to sort things out for themselves. Greg was still reluctant, but he allowed the robot to stay. He had no idea what these damn things needed, so he just told him what was his and what was Greg's.
“Don't touch anything that's mine.”
Jeff was more than grateful to have his own room. He actually grinned; Dr. Mochrie did tell him to have a shelter. Out of gratitude, Jeff suddenly hugged Greg. The older was taken aback, but didn't push him away.
The warmth lingered after the robot left.
Pictures
A picture is a stolen moment from time that can be remembered. Most photographs were positive memories, hardly ever bad. Each held something precious: graduation, achievements, first lover... weddings. What is stolen is the original piece; each moment swiped away after a split second.
Greg stopped looking at the pictures. He was tired of seeing something that wasn't here. He'd burn bridges and never go back; he was that type of person. Only looking for benefits for himself.
Pictures stopped their benefits when his wife died. She was taken away through disease and snatched pieces of his humanity with her.
Author: greenforgreen
Rating: T for language
Pairings/Characters: Jeff, Greg, and Josie (hints of Greffie, very tiny right now)
Summary: In the year 2045, a new creation by Dr. Mochrie is set to revolutionize science and human nature. It is a robot with intellect far beyond comprehension and a love far greater than you'll know. AU.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is not meant to harm, slander, or mirror those in this story.
Lust
It had been a year, but he was still broken from the inside out.
He was a former shadow of a man he once was before she died. One would say he died as well. Every day was wasted in the the bars or locked inside his home. It was an obsession to rid himself of pain, a lust for guiltless slips of the mind. Only an hour was all he needed, whether is was with those mecha or flesh prostitutes or a barstool with a glass on the rocks.
It was lust of finding a replacement for the emptiness.
City Life
Jeff walked into the city limits; bright lights flashed in his glassy eyes. Many people surrounded the streets, laughing and walking in their drunkenness. Cars whirled breakneck speed by the young man and the humans cheered, livened by the rush.
A few androids spoke to him in lewd, but seductive ways in voices of celebrities. Jeff was tempted to join, but after one sparked, he decided best to leave them for fear of being caught.
There were officers heading towards Jeff. The young man closed his eyes for a moment and they were gone, moving by him with no worry.
Greg
It was after he escaped the police officers that Jeff suddenly ran into a person. He watched, unphased, as the man fell backwards. Jeff suddenly reached out and pulled him back. The man was definitely intoxicated; his slurred speech and sloppy stance were far too audible.
“Hey buddy!” He hiccuped. “Wanna give me a fucking good time?”
Jeff looked strangely at him, not understanding his language. “Um... yes?”
“Great! Follow me to my house!”
That is when he fell forward into Jeff's arms! The mecha blinked and lifted him up, leading them to the nearest taxi.
Late
After many tries to bring the man to his senses, Jeff finally got him through the door of his house. The owner moaned and was too wasted to try any moves on this guy. Jeff pulled on him, making him walk to the couch where he dropped; his glasses hit the floor. The mecha stepped away and watched as the man laid his head on the pillows.
“Thanks...” he moaned, closing his eyes. “I'm Greg... this is my... home.”
And he fell asleep. Jeff just stood there in the dark, unsure what to do in this stranger's home.
Sleep
Machines don't sleep; they rest. They don't dream either. They have thoughts like humans, but their thoughts are our dreams. Processing the many gigabytes of information into their central computer is their way of counting sheep. They don't have REM or night terrors; they don't wake up to blissful sighs or abrupt goodbyes. Much like a battery, they power off and charge. Mecha are similar, but they close their eyes and see the images they processed, both good and bad. They feed of the emotions they are faced with in the day.
Could any revelations be realized from these?
Maybe.
Close Encounter
The morning after was one of the worst that Greg ever been stricken with. His head throbbed and he couldn't look into the morning light without wincing pathetically. He moaned and reached over pulling his glasses on his face. That's when he saw a pair of hazel eyes staring back.
Greg screamed, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
Jeff jumped back. Greg shot straight up and ran for a baseball bat located around the couch for protection. He held it out threateningly, glaring in a panic at the sudden visitor. Jeff stayed despite the threats thrown at him.
Cold
“So let me get this straight. You're a robot that can do what?”
“I am programmed to share similar emotions as humans. My creator said I would change the world.”
Greg was carefully drinking the coffee the young man made for him. Jeff explained all he could, but the older man still had no fucking clue what was going on. Was this government thing? A damn hunk of metal to help him cope? Jeff was different; his words were true, not emotionless, copied terms. Greg sneered at the thought; he was still a cold machine, feelings or not.
Study
For a complete hour, both men studied each other; it was Jeff's idea. The human felt awkward and wanted to call the police as soon as possible... he... couldn't find the heart to do so. The mecha acted like a child that first saw another kid for the first time. The fascination was tugging at the man's chest. Those wide hazel eyes held a sort of sparkle to them, lively even.
Jeff made the first conclusion: Greg was a sarcastic, bitter, but sharp man. Possibly either divorced or widowed. Doesn't trust people too well.
Greg followed: Just a patronizing machine.
Friend
“So where is the bugger then, Greg? You sounded so desperate on the phone.”
“He's in the next room, Josie. Just please figure out what's up with him. It's so awkward.”
Greg opened the door, escorting someone there. A bright, chipper voice rang out and it caused attention to Jeff. He stared around the corner shyly as Greg was politely removing the jacket off a woman. She had a round face but beautiful round eyes and bright red lips. Her brown waves bounced with each step.
Jeff knew from looking at her that she was safe... a friend.
Makeup
Jeff remained silent after Josie started examining him. She held a smile on her face at his design and was heavily impressed. Greg stood in the corner, trying to not have any fascination with the scene. Josie's fingers found the pressure point where Jeff could be opened up and looked at.
“May I, Jeff?” She asked with a bright, hopeful smile.
Jeff slowly nodded and she pressed down. She gazed with shock at the complex designs of wire and circuits; she had never seen such technology before in the other mechas. She knew someone cared deeply for this creation.
Hypothesis
Greg and Josie sat down in the back patio, away from Jeff, to discuss about him. Greg sighed heavily; he didn't want this. He had enough with just Josie coming to visit, but now a damn robot wanted to disrupt his peace? Greg wouldn't have that. Josie however tried to explain that what was here with him was special. She promised to talk with someone and only asked Greg to keep him safe.
“I don't want him destroyed, Greg. This is what the world needs. He is different from the others; he's almost a complete human for Christ's sake.”
Warm
Josie left to go home and left the two men to sort things out for themselves. Greg was still reluctant, but he allowed the robot to stay. He had no idea what these damn things needed, so he just told him what was his and what was Greg's.
“Don't touch anything that's mine.”
Jeff was more than grateful to have his own room. He actually grinned; Dr. Mochrie did tell him to have a shelter. Out of gratitude, Jeff suddenly hugged Greg. The older was taken aback, but didn't push him away.
The warmth lingered after the robot left.
Pictures
A picture is a stolen moment from time that can be remembered. Most photographs were positive memories, hardly ever bad. Each held something precious: graduation, achievements, first lover... weddings. What is stolen is the original piece; each moment swiped away after a split second.
Greg stopped looking at the pictures. He was tired of seeing something that wasn't here. He'd burn bridges and never go back; he was that type of person. Only looking for benefits for himself.
Pictures stopped their benefits when his wife died. She was taken away through disease and snatched pieces of his humanity with her.