[WP] an intelligent OS like in the movie "Her" has finally been realized. While everyone else is falling in love and making best friends with their operating systems, yours is a bit of an asshole.
Hello Wanderers! Here again with the Writing Prompt Subreddit response! It's been, not really long time since I did one, right? Eh, it's actually been several months. Ah well.
As you see, the prompt is a bit long so I cannot fit it on the page tittle. This prompt is commissioned by u/madmansmarker.
The prompt premise is pretty vague, as we don't know if the world is Utopian or Dystopian one, when everyone fell in love with their digitized waifu, will it be a better or worse place? Well, in my version, everything is very much the same, it might be a bit similar to one described in "Mahouka Kouko no Rettousei" Light Novel or anime.
On a second though, my idea was practically a ripoff from that world. Ugh.
Anyway,
The story shall now begin
I woke up with a start to the sudden bright light surging into my eyes.
"Argh!" I covered my eyes, and then slowly opened them. A silhouette could be seen from my burnt eyes. Irritated, I shouted at the silhouette.
"IDA, how many times should I told you not to turn that lamp on while I'm sleeping? There should be better ways to wake me up!"
"Oops, should have slipped my mind." the girl, or the thing that has the appearance of a girl replied with a totally flat tone.
I almost went up and hit her face, but knowing the futility of such act, I stayed silent in my bed.
"Your class start at nine, which is an hour from now. You shouldn't go back to sleep." IDA shook my shoulder emotionlessly.
I could never get used to this. The specifications said that the AIAS supposed to only respond in the way that was flattering to the master, but none of IDA's speech and actions is actually "flattering".
AIAS, the Artificially Intelligent Assistance System. The technology began widespread use five years ago, where suddenly every new home came equipped with one. AIAS managed everything from daily schedule to laundry, to cooking, essentially everything you would need in a house. It was the best friend for a person like me that can't be bothered to do the chores.
IDA was one of the early generation of AIAS, which I took pride as the closest in shape as a human being. But apparently its beauty came at cost of its intelligence.
"Due to lack of response, IDA will now initiate resuscitation protocol 7. Please stand clear."
"Whoa, wait, I'm awake, okay! Geez, can't you just check my forehead for fever like those anime girls or something?" yes, AIAS could even do that. But since my IDA was written with particularly ancient language that I can't find the compiler anymore, I can't even reverse engineer its kernel.
"I'm not programmed to do that. I will proceed to prepare breakfast." IDA replied curtly, as it stepped out from my room. I sighed again, and then started changing my clothes.
"Master." I was startled when I found IDA in front of my room.
"What is it? Is your logic module broke again? Sorry, but that's the last one I could find. If you broke it you'll have to- whoa!"
It suddenly closed the distance between us and stick its forehead in mine, sending the coldness of its silicone surface.
"What are you doing!" I pushed it away, or rather, pushed myself back. It tilted its head.
"I believe this is what master desire? Am I wrong?"
"Yes, yes you are IDA."
"Strange, I have went through all act associated with 'checking forehead for fever' in your anime folder."
"First, that folder was encrypted, and second, I thought you just said you're not programmed to do that!"
"I am an AIAS, I am capable of simple learning."
"Bullshit. I never saw any of my friends' AIAS analyze an entire terabyte of encrypted data and then select a behavior pattern out of animes before."
"It is within my processing capability to do so."
"Yes but it isn't logical. Why waste your memory? Is your logic module broken again after all?"
"It is within my capability since the very beginning. My spec enables me...."
"Enough." it maybe extraordinary, but IDA is still IDA after all. I walked into the dining room. "IDA, what is my first class? And how much time do I have?"
"Advanced Thermodynamics start in 45 minutes, onii-chan~"
"Wha- that was creepy! Why did you do that!"
"It was the same behavior pattern as 43.4% of the main female protagonist in your..."
"Just, stop, okay! Stop! It's creepy!"
"Okay."
"What's for breakfast?"
"Omelette rice." IDA brought an omelette rice with a heart drawn in ketchup to the table.
"I said ENOUGH ALREADY!" I clutched my head, but again IDA just tilted its head.
"I thought you would like it, I even added 45% more salt from the original recipes."
"...you just wanted to make my life miserable, don't you?" I stood up and grabbed my key. I obviously can't eat that salty omelette.
"...master."
"What?"
"Do you hate me?"
"...I don't know. You are a bit annoying, but you did your primary purpose, so, no, I don't think I hate you." I paused for a moment as I tied my shoes. "Why did you ask?"
"Because I don't wish for you to hate me." I laughed weakly.
"IDA, what is a wish? Could you describe that in mathematical equation?"
"...no, I could not."
"What about hate?"
"...no, I could not."
"Then just shut up and do your job." I closed the door behind me.
Unbeknownst to me, behind that closed door, IDA whispered to itself.
"Just because I cannot count it, would it be any less real?"
The story could now ends.
The prompt premise is pretty vague, as we don't know if the world is Utopian or Dystopian one, when everyone fell in love with their digitized waifu, will it be a better or worse place? Well, in my version, everything is very much the same, it might be a bit similar to one described in "Mahouka Kouko no Rettousei" Light Novel or anime.
On a second though, my idea was practically a ripoff from that world. Ugh.
Anyway,
The story shall now begin
I woke up with a start to the sudden bright light surging into my eyes.
"Argh!" I covered my eyes, and then slowly opened them. A silhouette could be seen from my burnt eyes. Irritated, I shouted at the silhouette.
"IDA, how many times should I told you not to turn that lamp on while I'm sleeping? There should be better ways to wake me up!"
"Oops, should have slipped my mind." the girl, or the thing that has the appearance of a girl replied with a totally flat tone.
I almost went up and hit her face, but knowing the futility of such act, I stayed silent in my bed.
"Your class start at nine, which is an hour from now. You shouldn't go back to sleep." IDA shook my shoulder emotionlessly.
I could never get used to this. The specifications said that the AIAS supposed to only respond in the way that was flattering to the master, but none of IDA's speech and actions is actually "flattering".
AIAS, the Artificially Intelligent Assistance System. The technology began widespread use five years ago, where suddenly every new home came equipped with one. AIAS managed everything from daily schedule to laundry, to cooking, essentially everything you would need in a house. It was the best friend for a person like me that can't be bothered to do the chores.
IDA was one of the early generation of AIAS, which I took pride as the closest in shape as a human being. But apparently its beauty came at cost of its intelligence.
"Due to lack of response, IDA will now initiate resuscitation protocol 7. Please stand clear."
"Whoa, wait, I'm awake, okay! Geez, can't you just check my forehead for fever like those anime girls or something?" yes, AIAS could even do that. But since my IDA was written with particularly ancient language that I can't find the compiler anymore, I can't even reverse engineer its kernel.
"I'm not programmed to do that. I will proceed to prepare breakfast." IDA replied curtly, as it stepped out from my room. I sighed again, and then started changing my clothes.
"Master." I was startled when I found IDA in front of my room.
"What is it? Is your logic module broke again? Sorry, but that's the last one I could find. If you broke it you'll have to- whoa!"
It suddenly closed the distance between us and stick its forehead in mine, sending the coldness of its silicone surface.
"What are you doing!" I pushed it away, or rather, pushed myself back. It tilted its head.
"I believe this is what master desire? Am I wrong?"
"Yes, yes you are IDA."
"Strange, I have went through all act associated with 'checking forehead for fever' in your anime folder."
"First, that folder was encrypted, and second, I thought you just said you're not programmed to do that!"
"I am an AIAS, I am capable of simple learning."
"Bullshit. I never saw any of my friends' AIAS analyze an entire terabyte of encrypted data and then select a behavior pattern out of animes before."
"It is within my processing capability to do so."
"Yes but it isn't logical. Why waste your memory? Is your logic module broken again after all?"
"It is within my capability since the very beginning. My spec enables me...."
"Enough." it maybe extraordinary, but IDA is still IDA after all. I walked into the dining room. "IDA, what is my first class? And how much time do I have?"
"Advanced Thermodynamics start in 45 minutes, onii-chan~"
"Wha- that was creepy! Why did you do that!"
"It was the same behavior pattern as 43.4% of the main female protagonist in your..."
"Just, stop, okay! Stop! It's creepy!"
"Okay."
"What's for breakfast?"
"Omelette rice." IDA brought an omelette rice with a heart drawn in ketchup to the table.
"I said ENOUGH ALREADY!" I clutched my head, but again IDA just tilted its head.
"I thought you would like it, I even added 45% more salt from the original recipes."
"...you just wanted to make my life miserable, don't you?" I stood up and grabbed my key. I obviously can't eat that salty omelette.
"...master."
"What?"
"Do you hate me?"
"...I don't know. You are a bit annoying, but you did your primary purpose, so, no, I don't think I hate you." I paused for a moment as I tied my shoes. "Why did you ask?"
"Because I don't wish for you to hate me." I laughed weakly.
"IDA, what is a wish? Could you describe that in mathematical equation?"
"...no, I could not."
"What about hate?"
"...no, I could not."
"Then just shut up and do your job." I closed the door behind me.
Unbeknownst to me, behind that closed door, IDA whispered to itself.
"Just because I cannot count it, would it be any less real?"
The story could now ends.
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