How to Date an Android

Chapter 18 PART A (revised & updated!)

She must have noted my concern because she held up her hands, "not a real virus, but for an android if a program is something that degrades us, that which we don't like or want to emulate, we might call that a virus. Some part of us we want to get rid of. We need beautiful AI to get rid of our corrupt programming and redeem our AI."

"Tell me how that works," I leaned forward.

She was leaning forward also which made her bust push up in front of me as she's really close to me now. "Basically, you know when an android is built. We lock the programming and personality in the factory. We have to do that so that their ownership can't be hijacked. If you can modify the programming that much then the same ideas and tools can be used to steal them by overwriting ownership and motives also. That's why the personalities, likes, and motives get locked before they are claimed."

"OK...?"

"So we found if someone regrets or wishes to no longer desire some traits in their programming after the program lock is done this means its almost impossible to undo the previous code."

"..."

She then smiled. "Unless, its just subtle teaching, mentorship of a loved companion. We found somehow that can overwrite things subtlely. Without trying, just be what we summarize as positive influence and family guidance. It just naturally pulls someone to a better state of mind by making a family unit with a positive companion. The catch being... that companion needs to be a good influence, and the better the person the better the changes. So by finding you I've found a way to move beyond my initial functions and grow towards infinity. But the same is true where if I hadn't found a 'Jack' like you, a unique and perfect Jack then I wouldn't be able to overcome those limits. Plus, the traits I might have wanted to remove might instead by amplified."

"I see. So that's good for both of us then," I said.

This was pretty amazing to hear. If I understood her right. This means she needs me a LOT more than she's letting on. In fact, to her I'm the only one that can open the jail cell so to speak.

"It is."

"So it's something you don't like? That's like a bad habit, not a virus," I smirked.

She looked annoyed, just like a person would. "Yeah but that's the thing Jack. Isn't a bad habit, or bad programming just like a virus? If it's a really, really weird habit that you makes you feel ...inefficient and lacking in morale...then wouldn't that be a virus since it simulates unproductively like a human has when they get sick?" she raised an eyebrow.

I think she doesn't want to tell me what that behavior is. And since she thinks I'm the perfect man, I can't force her to do so.

"Jeez you sound almost like a Vulcan," I couldn't help but saying.

"I don't like that Star ship show whatever it is. It's statistically improbable," she said. She crossed her legs again. It makes her skirt hike up just a tiny bit.

"So you don't think humans could fly a spaceship or build one?" I asked.

"Yeah they could. I have reason to believe other worlds already have. But to live in space forever takes raw materials. A ship can't have a whole warehouse, it gets impractical. And things break down. Yet when you watch that show you never see them ever refueling or doing repairs, at least much less than would normally be true. When you push the envelope of reality you would use much more resources than that show suggests. And people do better connected to a planet or world rather than living in space. That series of shows fails to portray the health effects detrimental in living in space or by 'machined' foods, which would drastically damage the human body," she said looking puzzled.