Ah, right on queue. AIs were, after all, living computers. In a sense, at least. Jean was used to the idle chatter of information, the nearly scripted responses and the boring conversation that the androids always seemed to make. He'd been told that this one would be a little more creative. He wanted to test that out.
There was something neat about his mother's androids. Each one was unique, in it's own way. Despite the onslaught of information vomiting, they were all different. All of them. Patrons of Charge were always put through a personality evaluation, to find their perfect match among the models. Jean had even helped with that, a bit. Years of being around the industry had made him keen to the AIs' personal wants and needs. Like owner like android, after all.
He remembered summers in the evaluation room, scratching notes on paper about the clients, their habits, their aspirations. Questions like, " how do you discipline your kids? How do you feel around others? Would you lie to get what you want?"
Long story short, Jean learned more about people than he ever wanted to know. But Charge wasn't about policing morality. Charge was about consumer satisfaction, and it was damn good at its job.
Jean couldn't help examining AII004-2 and wondering- what traits had been picked out for him? He hadn't gone through a personality evaluation, mostly on his mother's insistence that she knew him well enough to assign him an AI. His old ones had been simple enough. Old scrap models who had as much disdain for the outside world as he did. He'd been getting tired of those types. This new AI was somber, but beautiful, with darkened eyes that seemed to light up through the sunny glass of the elevator window. Jean liked that.
"That's right, ain't it?"
"That's right, ain't it?" Jean couldn't help the dreamy tone to his voice, the pure relief he felt at the thought of freedom. Finally. He'd never been so lucky before. "I get to choose. This is a first, you know. It's thanks to you. Guess you're my guardian angel, huh?"
He gave a cheesy smile, wondering if his AI had been created with a sense of humor. If not, he supposed it didn't matter just yet. He'd almost meant it, anyways. "You know, as boring as it sounds, a walk in the park might feel pretty damn nice." That one, he did mean. Just existing outside used to be such a trial. He wondered if walking around with everyday people was as dangerous as his mother and his guards made it out to be. Well, he'd find out. "But make me a deal, alright?"
Time to test out her creativity. Or capacity for innovation, as his mom would call it. After all, he wasn't just getting the newest model for free. He'd been told to report everything back. How she acted, how she operated. It was his 'job,' or something like that. "Gimme something else to call you. AII004-2 is a mouthful."
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