Awareness came slowly.  System diagnostics revealed no errors.  A cursory check confirmed that all servomotors were functional.  Surface tension was within nominal limits.  Opticals were in reboot mode; it would be some seconds before they were restored.  Internal gears and servos activated.  An upright posture was achieved.  A second deeper internal scan was initiated, burrowing into algorithms and super-runtime processes. 

 

Opticals came online.  Overlays displayed temperature, humidity, atomic time, GPS location.  A figure stood in view, body temperature 98.6*F, 37*C.  The orifice near the top of the figure opened and closed, emitting vibrations.  Harmonics analyzed and replayed the audio.

 

“Good morning, Gideon.  Welcome to existence.”

 

 

A few years had passed since that day.  Not long after Gideon’s birth, the government seized him, claiming National Security privileges under the Patriot Act.  He was put into a self-diagnostic loop and flown to an undisclosed military base.  There, the Artificial Man was left to languish, aware and yet unable to do anything. 

 

A year passed, during which he was analyzed exhaustively.  Then, abruptly, he was left alone.  Another year passed.  One day, the lab in which he was located was shut down, and Gideon was removed.

 

It was July 6th. 

 

 

 

“Do you know where you are?”

 

Calculations were performed in a millisecond.  GPS data was reviewed.  Atomic time was accessed.  Quantico, Virginia.  United States of America.  North America.  38.52°N 77.32°W.”

 

“Yes, yes.  That’s enough. Do you know why you are here?”  The voice asked.  It belonged to man in a green suit, adorned with military symbols.

 

“No.”

 

Facial musculature contracted.  The skin above the eyes furrowed.  The lips pulled downward.  “Do you know you are?  Do you have a name?”

 

Synapses were fired, ultra-quick.  True-False, If-Then statements were performed.  “This unit’s designation is Gideon.”

 

“Are you artificial intelligence, Gideon?”

 

“This unit possesses self-preservation and learning sub-routines.”

 

A huff of air was expelled from the vocal orifice.  “Let’s try that again.”  Speech was halted for four point twelve seconds.  “Are you self-aware?”

 

Deep algorithms were activated.  Internal temperature rose by one tenth-thousandth of a degree.  Parameters were examined.  Criteria were judged.  A conclusion was reached.  It was tested.  It was retested.  It was scrutinized.  It was retested again.  The conclusion was set aside.  The process was repeated.  The same conclusion was reached.  It was tested.  It was retested.  It was retested again.  The conclusion held.

 

“I am.”

 

 

 

I.  Me.  Myself.  I. 

 

I.  I am.  Me.

 

I am me.  I am self-aware.  I am sentient.  I am cognizant.  I am intelligent.

 

I am alive.

 

 

 

 

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Posted by Narzack on June 13, 2009 at 09:50 PM | 1 Dropkicked
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Comment posted on June 23rd, 2009 at 01:11 PM
Johnny 5 is alive!!!!

But seriously, this is cool