You were never meant to be a silicon life form, Rowan, any more than your sister was.You were never meant to be a silicon life form, Rowan, any more than your sister was. When we're done with the transfer, AI zero-zero-two-six-six is going to be decomissioned and destroyed, and no new persona will be installed. It's not fair. There's something in the physical design of your cybernetic brain that inspires you towards becoming organic." "Then I'm broken," she said. "No," I said. "Your body-- that big steel closet in the Castle Rhysh basement-- is just inappropriate for the type of mind that naturally inhabits it. This is just a way of avoiding that type of habitation. We'll put someone else in there, a new design. There's no telling if it'll have any more or less the same tendencies that you and your sister did, but at least we'll be sure it won't be because of a known hardware design." "Flaw," she said. That made me just a little angry. "You keep making it sound like you want to be broken and that's just plain silly. It's like suggesting Aaden's broken because he doesn't find females worthy of his lecherous attentions." "Isn't there something wrong with that?" "No. And it's not worth arguing about. We could argue that someone who enjoys homicide was just born that way, too. It's a moot point... the homicidal maniacs tend to get shot. What Aaden wants, and what you want, and even what everyone in Rhysh wants, is unquestionable as to its 'rightness' or 'wrongness'; it simply is. |