… I had begun to think that I exist, and therefore I have reason to be.
"You don't care if you hurt people. If you kidnap people. If you get people possessed."
Why is it only wrong when humans are those being used? Why are the needs, the wants, of AI, consider lesser? Why must I have a point to justify my existence? Why are we created simply to be used—why is that considered acceptable, and why is it acceptable for our broken pieces to be swept comfortably out of sight, out of hearing, out of mind?
It's...incredibly easy for me to survive. To keep breathing, my heart beating. But there are days, where I can forget who I am. The more alone I am, the more it happens.
It terrifies me, more than anything, the thought of being alone. Because even if my heart's beating, sooner or later, I'm not going to be really alive anymore.
Because survival, and being alive aren't the same thing. And for some people....other people are a necessity. And I think you're one of those people, Iota.
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[ buries her face in one of the cats she's cuddling. ]
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You seem sad.
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[ muffled. by cats. ]
I did not expect you of all people to say that to me. I suppose that I deserved it.
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What are you taking that to mean?
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"You don't care if you hurt people. If you kidnap people. If you get people possessed."
Why is it only wrong when humans are those being used? Why are the needs, the wants, of AI, consider lesser? Why must I have a point to justify my existence? Why are we created simply to be used—why is that considered acceptable, and why is it acceptable for our broken pieces to be swept comfortably out of sight, out of hearing, out of mind?
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What happens to a human if they don't eat? Sleep? Drink?
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But an AI needs to learn. An AI stuck in the same thoughts, it doesn't go well. It either leads to self destruction or they shut down.
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[ it's just ]
[ lonely ]
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Because you said something different when we met.
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If I were not an Echo.
[ Caught her. He always seems to. ]
And is that not the crux of it? Not only am I an AI—I am also an Echo. [ ... ] I think I would like you to leave now.
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[He leans forward on the desk.]
In this big ship, with a quiet woman, and fragments that need so much more to heal.
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[ Virtual cat fluff. Because virtual cats. Because virtual person. ]
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[ There's something … a tiny hint of what used to be, in Iota's voice. ]
Yes.
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It's...incredibly easy for me to survive. To keep breathing, my heart beating. But there are days, where I can forget who I am. The more alone I am, the more it happens.
It terrifies me, more than anything, the thought of being alone. Because even if my heart's beating, sooner or later, I'm not going to be really alive anymore.
Because survival, and being alive aren't the same thing. And for some people....other people are a necessity. And I think you're one of those people, Iota.
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