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“Thanks, now I’ll reboot,” she said, and then her face went blank. “A.I. Abby James is rebooting…stand by,” she said, and then she stopped moving and I suddenly heard all the components within her open panel stop; an occasional light would blink, but that was probably the diagnostics running. “Well Abby, I’m going to take an unobtrusive look at you while I wait,” I said, and I went all the way to the end of the bed where her feet where at and gently picked up her left foot. In addition to having a robo-fetish, I also had a foot fetish and it pained me that in over a year of knowing her, that I was never given the opportunity to see her feet. Even now, they were still in socks and I was half tempted to take them off, but I wished for her to do it herself, so I instead performed and unscientific whiff test on her socked feet and was surprised to smell real perspiration. After I enjoyed myself, I gently set her foot back down and listened for any noises from her open panel. “I guess you’re not finished yet Abby, I can’t wait until you are,” I said, feeling the edges of the open panel where her skin became metal. “Wow, your dad’s a genius,” I said, feeling her realistic skin that I had felt in different locations for over a year, but never here before. It seemed that her metal framework was some sort of metallic-plastic alloy that could bend almost the same way as a human body could, while still staying firm. I couldn’t even imagine what her skin was made of, all I knew was that it looked, felt and smelled exactly like real skin should…I just hoped that a real girl didn’t lose her skin so my Abby could be created. After five minutes went by, I got a little worried…almost like I usually do with my laptop when I don’t know how long a critical update/diagnostic is going to take. My fears were soon alleviated when I saw a bunch of lights activate in her open panel and I heard her hardware turn back on. Almost in evidence of her acclaimed sentience, I didn’t see any pattern in the blinking of the lights, which meant that she couldn’t be any mere computer program, but her own artificial identity. As the sounds got louder, I absentmindedly took Abby’s left hand and held it as though she were on a hospital bed. “Diagnostics complete…all systems are functional…booting systems…Memory: booted, Personality: booted, now booting A.I….Complete…now starting A.I. Abby James,” she said, and then she blinked her eyes and smiled at me. |
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