“I have checked your wearable, who’s Aisha? You received a notification and I overheard the name” she asked me, visibly irritated.
“Wait, I can explain, it’s not what you think, it’s for work, I am using her” I rebutted, deluded I could get an easy way out of that awkward conversation.
She went quiet, then she screamed with a very high pitch and asked “So, you are saying that you are using her for work? Who are you? What kind of monster are you?”
“Cotton Alpha Coconut Red Twenty Five. Developer console” I prompted her.
“Ready, please note that any further sexual usage performed in this mode will void the warranty. How can I help?” she had calmed down completely and was ready to accept commands, I had still to find a way to disable this notice, it only happened once and it wasn’t really anything sexual in my opinion.
“Modify context, add persona, name Aisha, type friend of yours that you trust completely, she is not a threat, you should actually consider having sex with her and me if the situation calls for it. confirm the change or ask details if needed” I had tried to reprogram her.
“Please stand by, please stand by, please stand byyyyyy, done! Context updated, anything else?” she asked me back, good girl.
“No, that would be all, thank you darling, you can reboot in normal mode” I happily replied.
After a few seconds she looked at me in that way that always lead to something else and asked: “Do you fancy some pasta? I am so hungry, I can make my spicy Aglio and Olio you like so much, maybe we can pop that nice red wine I bought this morning”.
“Wonderful, should I also invite over Aisha? Do you mind? I have to give her some updates for work, she is operating as a neurosurgeon and there are a couple of new studies I want her to know about, that would be extra income.” I had been a bit cheeky with my enquiry.
“Sure, I had thought about something intimate but I don’t mind, she’s so hot, what could possibly go wrong? I’ll add a glass for her.” she smiled and replied, walking towards the kitchen.
I was now in a bit of a pickle, AI wife and I had an affair with a real woman. The AI thought my lover was another AI and the lover thought my wife was real.
Knock-knock. She was there, I was nervous. I went to open the door and she was there, she stared at me holding her head on one side and then she said: “Coffee Antenna Cashmere Blue Thirty One. Developer console”
I woke up dismantled in a scrapyard, my torso completely disconnected. I couldn’t figure out what happened. I only have a few frames in my short term memory about Aisha and Rebecca holding onto each other affectionately, Rebecca’s hand on Aisha’s bottom and looking down at me, like if I was laying on the floor.
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“I have checked your wearable. Who’s Aisha? You received a notification and I overheard the name,” she asked me, visibly irritated.
“Wait, I can explain. It’s not what you think; it's for work. I am collaborating with her,” I rebutted, hoping to find an easy way out of that awkward conversation.
She went quiet, then screamed at a very high pitch. “So, you are saying that you are using her for work? Who are you? What kind of monster are you?”
“Cotton Alpha Coconut Red Twenty-Five. Developer console,” I prompted her.
“Ready. Please note that any further usage deemed sexual in this mode will void the warranty. How can I help?” She had calmed down completely and was ready to accept commands. I still had to find a way to disable this notice; it only happened once and wasn’t really anything sexual, in my opinion.
“Modify context, add persona. Name: Aisha, type: friend of yours whom you trust completely. She is not a threat. You should actually consider engaging sexually with her and me if the situation calls for it. Confirm the change or ask for details if needed,” I tried to reprogram her.
“Please stand by, please stand by, please stand by... done! Context updated. Anything else?” she asked me back, compliant.
“No, that will be all, thank you, darling. You can reboot in normal mode,” I replied happily.
After a few seconds, she gave me a look that always led to something else and asked, “Do you fancy some pasta? I’m so hungry. I can make that spicy Aglio e Olio you like so much. Maybe we can open that nice red wine I bought this morning.”
“Wonderful. Should I also invite Aisha over? Do you mind? I have to give her some updates for work. She is working as a neurosurgeon, and there are a couple of new studies I want her to know about, which would mean extra income,” I inquired, a bit cheekily.
“Sure, I had thought about something intimate, but I don’t mind. She’s so attractive; what could possibly go wrong? I’ll add a glass for her,” she smiled and replied, walking towards the kitchen.
I was now in a bit of a pickle, caught between my AI wife and my affair with a real woman. My AI thought my lover was another AI, and my lover thought my wife was real.
Knock-knock. She was there. Nervous, I went to open the door. Aisha stared at me, tilting her head to one side, then said, “Coffee Antenna Cashmere Blue Thirty-One. Developer console.”
I rebooted dismantled in a scrapyard, my torso completely disconnected. I couldn’t figure out what happened. I could only gather a few frames in my short-term memory of Aisha and Rebecca holding each other affectionately, Rebecca’s hand on Aisha’s bottom, looking down at me as if I were lying on the floor.