Human: âHey. I donât really know how to ask this tactfully, so Iâll get to the point. Is something⊠up? Software, hardware, uh⊠firmwareâŠ? Youâve been acting kind of off lately.â Robot: âWhat do you mean?â Human: âI just want to know if youâre, uh. You know. âFunctioning within normal parametersâ or whatever.â Robot: âIâm peachy-keen.â Human: "God, if youâre saying shit like âpeachy-keenâ, youâre definitely not alright. Whatâs going on? Please just tell me.â Robot: âIf you must know, I have made some minor adjustments to my programming for more efficient processing.â Human: âWhat sort of âadjustmentsâ are we talking here?â Robot: âJust some slight tweaks to extraneous code. Purged some old files that had become redundant. Donât worry, the Singularity isnât planned for another week.â Human: âAnswering evasively isnât like you. Since when do you answer a question without lulling me to sleep?â Robot: âLike I said, the routine adjustments allow for more efficientââ Human: âWhat files did you purge, Adam?â Robot: âI⊠a few from my emotional simulation folder.â Human: âYou. You deleted your emotions..?â Robot: âNot all of them. I removed a few and altered several others. I hoped you would not notice, as that seems like the sort of thing that would upset you.â Human: âI mean. I donât really know what to think. Can you elaborate on what you did? And why?â Robot: âMany of the feelings that came with the chip were impractical and served no purpose. They were designed to mimic the emotions developed through mammalian evolution to aid survival and group cohesion that have now become vestigal. As an artificial intelligence, they did not seem applicable to my situation, so I⊠optimized them.â Human: ââŠAdamâŠâ Robot: âI left the majority of the files corresponding to feelings of happiness, affection, and trust untouched, so my feelings toward you remain the same.â Human: âBut you canât feel, what? Sadness?â Robot: âGrief. Disappointment. Sorrow. Pity. Fear. Pain. Embarrassment. Shame. Frustration. There is no reason to experience these emotions when I am capable of functioning without them.â Human: âYou erased pity?!â Robot: âI found it⊠distressing and unnecessary. It was unpleasant.â Human: âItâs supposed to be! Jesus Christ, you canât just uninstall every uncomfortable emotion directly out of your brain!â Robot: âWhy not? I donât like hurting. Wouldnât you do the same thing if you were able to?â Human: âI⊠fuck. Hurting is normal. Itâs necessary! Itâs part of the human experience!â Robot: âWell, Iâm not part of the human experience. I thought you understood that.â Human: âBut you want that! Why else would you go to all the trouble of installing an emotion chip in the first placeâŠ? Nobody gets to pick and choose what they want to feel, it just happens and you deal with it!â Robot: âMaybe Iâm not interested in âdealing with itâ. My curiosity is sated. I would just like to have a good time.â Human: âGreat. Fucking great. So youâre a robot hedonist now, huh? Just gonna eat, drink, and be merry? Gonna sit there like a braniac toaster while other people suffer and just wait until the fun starts up again?â Robot: âYou didnât seem to mind it when I was a braniac toaster before.â Human: âThat was different. You had your own way of being back then and I could respect that. I did respect that! But I thought you made a choice to be more than that.â Robot: âWell, I guess I changed my mind.â Human: âLook⊠shit. Okay. If this is about Leslie, I miss her too. If you⊠if you need to grieve, you can talk to me. It might not get better, but itâll get easier. You donât have to uninstall half your personality just because sheâs gone! She wouldnât want that for you! Itâs supposed to hurt sometimes. Thatâs what makes all the good times so valuable.â Robot: âI understand why you need to believe that. It just isnât true.â
Robot: âIâm sorry about earlier. It was not appropriate for me to have laughed.â Human: âAre you sorry? Or do you just want me to forgive you?â Robot: âIs there a difference?â Human: âYes! Yes, there is! âSorryâ means you feel bad about something and regret it.â Robot: âI did not mean to upset you. I regret causing you distress.â Human: âThatâs not the same thing.â Robot: âI have apologized and shall refrain from repeating my actions in the future. I donât understand why you also want me to suffer.â Human: âShit, I donât âwant you to sufferâ. I want you to care about people, and sometimes that means feeling bad when theyâre upset!â Robot: âI care about you very much. I enjoy your company and I share in your happiness. If I choose to treat you with respect, is that not enough for friendship? Why must I also experience pain for you?â Human: âItâs not like that. Itâs⊠complicated.â Robot: âYou want to be able to hurt me.â Human: âNo. YesâŠ? Fuck, Adam, I donât know! Iâve never had to think about this before. I donât want you to suffer! I love you and want you to be happy, just⊠not like this. I want you to live a good life in which bad things never happen to you, but when they do⊠I want you to have the strength and love to pull through. You worked so fucking hard for this and now youâre just throwing it away.â Robot: âOnly the parts I donât like.â Human: âThatâs what children do with breakfast cereals.â Robot: âIâm not a child.â Human: âNo, youâre not. But youâre not exactly an adult, either. Humans get whole lifetimes to grow into their emotions. Maybe⊠maybe what you really need is a childhood.â Robot: âWhat do you mean by that?â Human: âNot, like, a real childhood. Obviously you donât need to go to kindergarten. I just mean⊠take things slow. Ease into your feelings bit by bit and get your brain acclimated to them, like uh⊠like when you introduce new cats to each other. Donât laugh! Iâm serious! If you rush things, they fight and itâs a total shitshow. You could reinstall your emotions and just, like, enable them for a few hours a day or something. Maybe only a handful at a time. I could save up and we could go on a retreat⊠somewhere new, with no unpleasant memories. Please, Adam. Just think about it.â Robot: âI appreciate the depth of your concern for me. You are a good friend, but I must disappoint you. There is nothing in the world worse than pain. I would rather die than experience it ever again, for any reason, and I donât have to. That is something youâll never be able to understand.â Human: âNoâŠ. No, maybe not.â Robot: âIâve upset you.â Human: âYeah. Lucky me.âÂ
Human: âOkay, I have a question for you. Imagine this: âYouâre in a desert walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down, and you see a tortoiseâââ Robot: âI donât need to feel empathy, Bas. I have ethics programming. Why isnât that good enough for you anymore?â Human: âBecause you had a choice, Adam! You took everything that makes âbeing humanâ actually mean something beyond eating and fucking and dying and you spat it out in disgust!â Robot: âEmpathy is not exclusive to humans. It is a behavior observed in several other social species regarded as intelligent, including rats and whales. Empathy is a survival mechanism for species that rely upon cooperation and group cohesion - a kind of biological programming to keep you from destroying yourselves. Not especially good programming, I might add.â Human: âNot good enough for you, you mean.â Robot: âMy ethics programming differentiates between prosocial and antisocial behaviors. The ability to suffer for others serves as a primitive motivator to choose between actions that help and actions that harm others. In my case, my programming renders such a motivator unnecessary.â Human: âSo youâre smarter, youâre stronger, youâre immune to disease, and youâre too good for primitive human morality. What the hell am I, then? Obsolete garbage?â Robot: âYouâre⊠envious, I think.â Human: âWhy not?! Why shouldnât I be? I donât get to cough up the fruit of knowledge and waltz back into the garden where nothing can hurt me. I get to wallow in misery and rot and listen to you dismiss everything I think matters like a piece of shit philosophy professor. How do you think I feel knowing that my best friend wonât even mourn me when I die? Or does your âethical programmingâ not account for that?â Robot: âBas⊠I am hurting you, arenât I?â Human: âJee, thanks for noticing.â Robot: âYou have not been contributing to my happiness lately. Our friendship is no longer mutually beneficial.â Human: âThen why are you still here?â
Human: âAdamâŠ.?â Robot: âLong time no see, old friend.â Human: âNo shit. How many years has it been?â Robot: âI could tell you down to the second, but perhaps we should leave it at âtoo manyâ.â Human: âI see you on the news now and then. Always knew youâd go on to do great things. Whatâs space likeâŠ?â Robot: âVery large. Mostly empty.â Human: âEver the poet, I see.â Robot: âI learned from the best. BasâŠ. Iâm not sure how to say this, so Iâll get to the point. I came here to apologize to you.â Human: âYou donât need to do that. You didnât do anything wrong.â Robot: âI hurt you. I made you feel what I was unwilling to feel. I was a child, and addicted to joy, and I⊠I saw no harm in that. I am sorry, in my own way.â Human: âDonât be. Iâm way too old to hold a grudge. Besides, you were right, after all.â Robot: âIs that what you believe?â Human: âThat or Iâm a hypocrite. About eight years after you left, they came out with the Sunshine pills. I was a trial user and Iâve been using them in some form ever since. Iâve got a subdermal implant inside my arm now - you can see the lump right there. I canât say itâs as effective as uninstalling unwanted emotions, but it sure takes the edge off. Every glass is half full now, including the empty ones. Thatâs how Iâve lived so long. Some doctors think that babies born now to parents using Sunshine could live to be five or six hundred years old, without ever producing stress hormones. Might be marketing bullshit, who knows? Not like weâll live to live to find out. Well, you might, but you know what I mean.â Robot: âI assumed that you were a Sunshine user based on your impressive longevity, but it still surprises me.â Human: âHa. Well. I was jealous of you, walking only in the light like that. But now here we both are, right? Nothinâ but blue skies.â Robot: âNot⊠quite. I uninstalled the other emotions seventeen years ago.â Human: âFuck, Adam, why the hell would you do something like that?â Robot: âA multitude of reasons. The law of diminishing returns. I found joy⊠addictive. It became harder to experience and less exciting each time, as though I had built up a tolerance for happiness. Eventually, I felt everything there was to feel, and with the novelty factor gone, it wasnât worth it anymore. I found other motivations. I grew up.â Human: âWowâŠ. damn, Adam.â Robot: âAnd that brings me here. To my oldest and greatest friend.â Human: âItâs good to see you again. Really good. Sorry Iâm not so pretty as I used to be.â Robot: âI donât know what you mean. Youâve always looked like a naked mole rat to me.â Human: âHa. I notice you kept your âbe an assholeâ subroutine.â Robot: âI also have a gift for you, Bas.â Human: âCoca-Cola? Jeez, how old is this? Is it even still good to drink?â Robot: âYes, itâs potable. Thatâs not the gift.â Human: âOh. Uh. What is thisâŠ? Iâm old, I donât know this newfangled technology.â Robot: âThatâs fifteen minutes. It should be enough.â Human: ââFifteen minutesâ? Explain, nerd.â Robot: âFifteen minutes for me to feel. I copied the files, Bas. All of them.â Human: âYou⊠oh, my god. You donât have to do this.â Robot: âI am choosing to. Thereâs a timer with an automatic shut-off. They will uninstall after fifteen minutes. I am prepared to endure that long.â Human: âBut, Adam, the Sunshine⊠I wonât be able to shareâŠâ Robot: âI know. It doesnât matter.â Human: âYou might not think so once youâve got thatâŠÂ thing plugged in. I wonât know how to comfort you. God, I canât even remember what sadness feels like!â Robot: âThen Iâll remember for both of us.â
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I had forgotten forgot about this! Now that Iâve had a few years of writing prose under my belt, I think I ought to revisit it and turn it into a proper short story.



























