Vanguard10
Junior Member
Human interaction and social convention are some of the things I find so very puzzling. I know all of the queues and proper reactions that need to be made, but I cannot exactly understand why. My body and mind may be artificial, but my spirit is genuine; authentic.
I am the first successful fully autonomous artificial human, with a body that is completely indistinguishable from any other human body, that acts as a vessel for a gel-based brain with a fully functional consciousness. I may not be human, but I certainly think like one. Or, perhaps, I wish to think like one. I may be able to mimic human behavior perfectly, but what I truly wish is to understand human nature, and to blend in. The topic of artificial humans infiltrating society is a frightening thought to many people. The idea someone you know or love might be "fake" is supposedly disturbing. But I see a flaw in that logic; what makes my existence false? My body may simulate a human nervous system, respiratory system, even a working circulatory system, but that does not mean I am not real. Perhaps it is the fallacy in human nature that we fear what we do not understand. But I cannot reveal my true nature to anyone. It will surely result in my death.
I sit in a large lecture hall at Pine Lake University, promptly at 8:00 AM, ready for class to begin. The course is a first-year seminar: "Introduction to Literature." I am camouflaged amongst my peers, who most certainly graduated from high school last semester. I pose as a freshman, myself. I find that if I learn about the "college life" with this class of freshman along with them, I'll be able to understand their behaviors more effectively. But someone catches my eye. Someone in particular, and I cannot explain why. She sits next to me, to my right, on the eighth row of seats from the lecture hall floor.
@Jynx
I am the first successful fully autonomous artificial human, with a body that is completely indistinguishable from any other human body, that acts as a vessel for a gel-based brain with a fully functional consciousness. I may not be human, but I certainly think like one. Or, perhaps, I wish to think like one. I may be able to mimic human behavior perfectly, but what I truly wish is to understand human nature, and to blend in. The topic of artificial humans infiltrating society is a frightening thought to many people. The idea someone you know or love might be "fake" is supposedly disturbing. But I see a flaw in that logic; what makes my existence false? My body may simulate a human nervous system, respiratory system, even a working circulatory system, but that does not mean I am not real. Perhaps it is the fallacy in human nature that we fear what we do not understand. But I cannot reveal my true nature to anyone. It will surely result in my death.
I sit in a large lecture hall at Pine Lake University, promptly at 8:00 AM, ready for class to begin. The course is a first-year seminar: "Introduction to Literature." I am camouflaged amongst my peers, who most certainly graduated from high school last semester. I pose as a freshman, myself. I find that if I learn about the "college life" with this class of freshman along with them, I'll be able to understand their behaviors more effectively. But someone catches my eye. Someone in particular, and I cannot explain why. She sits next to me, to my right, on the eighth row of seats from the lecture hall floor.
@Jynx