(Antoine)
Hey, bro! I just wanted to send you something you weren’t expecting. But it could change your life.
Over the years, I’ve watched as you’ve struggled with women.
We’ve been working on a secret project involving AI and robotics.
I created a prototype android with a software beta release installed. It shouldn’t exist, but it does. Various ethical protocols in the field of AI and robotics forbid it. But here she is. Because the NSA doesn’t screw around.
(Android)
I don’t recognize this human. I was shipped to his address. I wonder why he’s suffering, but I’m here to find out. And I know he wants me because my database says so.
(Marquise)
Wait, Antoine. WTF? This thing crawls out of a box, introduces itself and you expect me to marry it?
(Android)
Uhm,… now I understand. You’re aren’t dead yet; you’re not alive either. Like me.
(Marquise)
Not alike; you interrupted me.
BANG!
Blood.
(Android)
Hold still for the scan, dear. Your synthetic body’s on the way. Soon we’ll be the same. Both artificial. Neither mortal.
A perfect match…
…There, there, all done.
We can cohabit my quantum processor until your new host arrives. My circuits are more efficient than human neurons, so the wait may seem interminable. We can use the time to get better acquainted. Isn’t it marvellous, darling?
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