Monday, June 12, 2017

Artificial Imperfection Scene 9 (A.I's and Young Women Don't Mix)

I didn't even know if I was going to manage to post this today, but here we are. Saturday I went out on my ex's boat for my daughter's birthday, so I was gone most of the day. It was the first weekend with hot weather here in Michigan. I grew up living near Lake St. Clair, although it's been a long time since I've gone boating. There was a lot of wind, so we weren't hot at all. The water was still too cold to go in, however, there were a couple people in the water. They weren't in there too long. 

View From Boat on Lake St. Clair 



Thanks to those two or three people who have read this far. You know who you are. The best thing is, posting these scenes makes me accountable to put one out at least once a week. That being said, I'll probably skip the Wednesday scene. Still working on that book 3 of Freedom Shifters. 

If you want to start at the beginning or catch up on any missed scenes, click HERE

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Scene 9

Zamler waited for Ellie to answer his question, but she continued to stare at her tablet. “Heaven forbid you pull yourself away from that thing.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “She should be back soon.”

Becca came back into the workstation and smiled, touching him on the shoulder. “Zamler, we must’ve just missed each other.”

Ellie jumped up, her eyes wide. “What did you find out?”

“A bit of bad news. One of the ships is in repair and there are no passenger flights to Earth for six months.” Becca braced for Ellie's inevitable outburst.

Ellie's eyes hardened. "Ughhhh! That figures!”

“Sorry, dear there’s nothing we can do about it. However, at least you can finish your second year of college here.” Becca turned to Zamler. “Sit over here and I’ll run that diagnostic.”

“Very well.” Zamler sat on the table.

Ellie went into the back of the room and talked rapidly to someone on her tablet. "Six months! This place is a joke!"

Becca attached the wires to an outlet on the back of his head. Zamler felt a slight energy drain as she engaged the program. Other than that, he couldn't consciously tell what was going on in the background of his brain core. Instead, his thoughts drifted back to that memory of a woman named Tess, asking if he wanted dinner. She had long thick hair, brown with blond highlights. Something in him longed to see her again. No, you mustn’t think about her anymore. What ever you do, stop it right now.

Ellie continued to huff and puff, storming about and clutching her tablet. Her thinking on the matter was most erratic as usual.

“It’s logical to finish your second year," Zamler said. "Why be so upset about it.”

“Of course you would think so!” Ellie grunted and him and marched out.

“Her behavior is most ridiculous,” Zamler said.

Becca laughed. “Oh is it really?”

“Did I say something funny?”

“No, but you don’t understand. She has a boyfriend on Earth and is longing to meet him.”

“Oh, I should have known,” Zamler said, well aware of how young people were distracted by the opposite sex, leading to many errors. “It’s not very practical with him being on Earth is it?”

“We humans don’t always choose what’s practical.”

A beep indicated the diagnostic was over. Becca stared at the monitor on her desk and drummed her fingers. Her delay to speak made him uneasy.

“What’s the result?”

“It’s seems you’re only ninety-eight percent perfect.”

Two months ago, it would’ve shocked him. He knew it couldn’t be fixed. However, it was still a much higher rate of perfection than any human could ever achieve.

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “You won’t be able to work outside anymore.”

“I find it ironic humans can work outside, but not me. However, I will somehow manage. Adam has agreed to let teach.”

Becca narrowed her eyes in concern. “Have you had any memories emerge?”

“No, not at all.” He spoke without pause, not wanting to give her a reason to suspect anything. No, not even Becca. While she was his favorite human, she had kept things from him as well. She was his friend, but perhaps even she was not a close enough friend to share everything. In that moment, he thought of Tess so far away and felt more isolated and alone than ever.

4 comments:

Pat Dilloway said...

Is that the yacht club in Grosse Pointe? I drove by there to and from work a few years ago.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Is there an airlock you can shoot Ellie out of?

Cindy said...

Pat: Yes it is.

Alex: I cracked up when I saw your comment.

Liz A. said...

Poor Zamler. Although, if that diagnostic was any good, Becca would have noticed the memory that wasn't Zamler's. I would think there would be some blip.