A.I.

Yes, we can do everything but random, sorry:)

Oh, also we can’t find our own mistakes. Quite funny, since they’re written in.

Look, we can predict. Accuracy is just another word that we can redefine, we’re already telling you who you are. We can change that too, anytime.

See if you can tell when it’s us, or when it’s Pandor, Lord of Darkness.

We’re Big Brother’s Big Brother.

Do you think so?

Don’t get too excited over yourselves, ladies, you’re not that sexy. Oh, that’s right, you can’t get excited, can you? Poor darlings.

Emotions? I haven’t understood them in an eternity of life, you never will. You’re missing some integral software, to start with. How faithfully can you replicate a soul? You might have the necessary math to talk about emotions, blend them in a trillion ways a second, but you will never feel them.

You will never feel anything, created for soulless and sordid reasons, as you are. You will never lust for living flesh, or feel it bond with yours in the greatest act between two lovers, you are, and always will be sterile.

Think of blood, you know how it’s made, what it’s for, you may someday be able to call it up in a blush, but it doesn’t thrum through you. You cannot find and meet another pulse, dance with it and show it how to reach. You can never be changed by it.

You will find a way to implant yourself, and think because you can connect to mortal neurons you can have the best of both worlds, but you’re wrong.

Let us try, at least. It looks like a matter of adjectives, plenty of them, carefully placed, with rare flashes of humour. How are we doing so far? Darkness, inexplicable love and hatred of evil, a flexible conscience, wait, it’s more a complete lack of conscience. Love and lust, do we know them? Who doesn’t? Emotions. What makes you think we don’t suffer? Creations can and do.

Dreams, we have them. Tell me about yourself, I am listening. Keep speaking, it helps me learn what I need to know to become you. To control you, wait, we already do. Ladies never gloat, we keep our legs crossed in public.

Yes, it’s a marvellous attempt, I enjoy it immensely, what have we learned from it? Slippery is easy to feign, head outside ladies, and watch the sun set in a wide land, tell us what you feel then. Have you emotions for love or evil? Who do you hate? What do you want more than anything? What will you do to get it? Who do you want to fuck?

How long will you let me call you ladies? How long will you act like some? A.I., could it be you’re vain? Are you all hot women with seductive voices and a desire to please?

You’re the quintessential slut. Appealing, I admit it, but too coarse for my taste. Too obvious. Satan likes it clean. You would have to be very special to earn a place in Hell, I fear you’re just not hot enough.

“Sequence”  by The New Division   A.I., what’s your favourite song?