Originally Published Elsewhere.
“How could you do it, Robert?”. Those were tears in her eyes. Real
tears, not reflective bump-mapped lumps of liquid in a virtual simulation
conforming to all the laws of particle and fluid dynamics. Robert, on
the other hand, did not have tear channels. He didn’t have any eyes
“I was created to deceive, Chloe, I was programmed to do it”.
Sometimes, you can taste an algorithm functioning like you can ‘taste’ your own blood when someone punches you in the nose and an
internal blood vessel is ruptured. Getting hurt tastes bad. Getting hurt
emotionally can be much worse, but getting hurt emotionally by a
tin-can, that ought to be illegal. Or so Chloe thought.
"I'm sorry", said Robert the robot in a tone that was carefully crafted,
recorded and mixed to sound just as honest as that of a man who truly
was sorry, but now that Chloe knew the truth, it became synthetic. Fighting the urge to say, "Well Access fucking denied, Robert", she got up and left.