Non-organic Paul

"You believe it's possible to be human and ever fall in love with material things?"

"No, no material has sense. Why do people fall in love with material things?"

"Heard of Object Sexual?"

"No, I didn't hear"

"They fall in love with material things. Let me tell you another story."

Antalina finds no interest in listening to the story of the angry-looking man sitting in front of her. Every time it happens, so far every time he starts this story and talks about an object, people lose interest. Antalina tries to win their interest with redoubled enthusiasm. The story begins with various similes.

Paul was my first and only love. I met Paul on Facebook. He was incredibly handsome and extremely intelligent. And I was very lonely. It was not easy for any boy to weaken me. But Paul did. There was something about him that I couldn't ignore. He lived far away from my city. More importantly, he was a member of a secret committee, the committee security was so high that he never went out in the light of day. So our communication was touchless. But I was getting fed up with this constant touchless relationship. I wanted to see him face to face, touch his fingers, hug him. I even told him that you should meet me in the dark of night if necessary, but he let me down every time with different excuses. I would never say he avoided me because he gave me so much time that other men usually don't. He never misbehaved with me, never got angry, never hurt me. But I could feel the imperfection in me.

You must be scolding me now?? But you'll feel sorry for me after a while, I say.

Alex was placed in a small windowless room. The room is completely lit by artificial light. Alex's face did not show concern even though he was sitting comfortably on the soft foam chair. He was quite aware that Antalina had brought him here only to tell stories. Antalina is sipping water from a glass of water. Alex regretted that he could have taken some sleeping pills and mixed them in Antalina's glass, he could have cut himself off from here, even if he had a lighter in his pocket, he could have set Antalina's dress on fire and escaped. Between Alex and Antalina is a thin black table, with two glasses of water on the table. Light comes from all sides and falls exactly on the glass prism.

"Worried about your girlfriend Emily?"

Alex's dizziness was gone for a moment, almost forgetting about Emily as he thought about himself. Stunned, he asked,

"Where's Emily?"

"Emily is fine. You listen to the rest of my story."

Where were you? And yes, I started pestering him a lot to meet. He didn't have to come, I would go wherever he said. But like always this time also started giving different excuses. After that, I broke all ties with him in anger. I locked myself in a room. I then took the help of someone and tracked the location from his number. And that's it for me tomorrow.

I went to that location and saw a large one-floor building like a garage. Most of the rooms are full of equipment. I went into a room and saw a middle-aged man leaning back on a chair, his shoulders back, and a table in front of him full of various types of equipment. The two PC screens are still on, and the blue light on that screen is floating on the man's face. That man's name was Johnson. It was only after calling him and asking him that I heard the most hurtful sentence of my life and discovered that Paul was not a person but an object. Not exactly objects, but artificial intelligence. While talking to me, it used to understand my message and auto-reply, while talking to me on a phone call, it used the input data to change the frequency and create its voice. Even the image was generated by AI using various input data. Mr. Johnson ran the program and wanted to test his program's capabilities, and I became his guinea pig. The first and only love of my life was destroyed like this, I was traumatized, but still standing with myself. And started creating more such programs.

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Antalina finished the story in a row and ran her fingers over the glass. There is a little noise in the silent room. Antalina spoke breathlessly again,

"My story is over. Now you can ask questions."

"Where's Emily?"

"I have run many such AI programs. I want to see if people can knowingly spend their whole lives with an AI! Emily is a program I run, and that's why I brought you here. As others are also brought in."

"And Mr. Johnson? What happened to him after that?"

"What do you want to do with me now? Why are you holding me tight?"

"Now you have two options, either you spend the rest of your life with Emily, or never find anyone else as a partner. Otherwise, all memories will be scanned from your brain right now, these memories will be used as input data for my program and you will forget all your memories.

You are given some time, to decide. I come. "He had an unfortunate car accident a few days later. Die like that."

"Stop, Antalina. May I ask you one more question?"

"yes"

"Did Mr. Johnson have an accident or murder?"

"mean?"

"He cheated on your feelings, what you thought was human was a program created by Mr. Johnson. Didn't you kill him to avenge this injury?"

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