‘Will it… I don’t know… is it safe? It won’t damage her mind or anything, will it?’
›Negative. The data we have retrieved is now stored safely. This simulation is a read-only environment.
‘And what does that mean?’
‘It means that once the simulation stops running,’ said Bob, ‘any data that is generated is deleted.’
‘She won’t remember anything?’
›That is correct. It is merely a test environment.
Liam let himself down into the chair. ‘All right, then.’ He puffed out an anxious breath. ‘Let’s see if she’s in there.’
›Affirmative. Launching AI emulator.
On a screen to his right another black dialogue box popped up. An empty box with a gently blinking cursor. That’s all. Liam looked up at Bob nervously. The support unit nodded silently for him to go ahead and communicate with her.
‘Uh… you in there, Becks?’
The dialogue cursor continued to blink, a steady on-off-on-off like a heartbeat. A pulse. A sign of life and nothing more.
›………
‘It’s Liam here… can you hear me?’
The cursor continued to blink silently.
‘The cognitive and language code may not be functioning correctly,’ said Bob quietly.
‘Becks, this is Liam. If you can hear me, just do something. Say something.’
›………
He watched the cursor with a gradually sinking heart. We’ve lost her.
Of course they could activate and grow another female foetus and she would emerge from the growth tube looking every bit like Becks. Her identical twin. But he wondered how different she would be. She’d have a face with the very same features and muscles and skin, but the mind behind it would probably learn to use the face in a wholly different way. Smile differently, no longer cock a sceptical eyebrow in quite the same way. A thousand little tics and habits that made Becks who she was — all of them gone, forever.
‘Becks?’ he tried again. ‘You there?’
›………
‘It appears there is not enough retrieved data to form a viable AI construct,’ said Bob. Liam thought he heard something in his deep rumble, the slightest quaver in his voice, a thread of grief.
‘Becks?’ he tried one last time. He could hear emotion in his own voice now.
She’s gone. We lost her. He felt something warm roll down his cheek and quickly swiped it away, for some reason not wanting either Bob or computer-Bob to make a note of that and intrude on the moment with a query.
Goodbye, Becks.
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›I love you, Liam O’Connor.
CHAPTER 7
2001, New York
They watched the foetus floating in the protein soup, flexing and twitching tiny fingers and toes in unconscious readiness. A feed pipe was connected to its belly button and rose up to the top of the tube where it met the filtration pump.
The perspex growth tube was lit from the bottom. It glowed softly, filling their back room with a warm, womb-like, muted crimson light.
‘Do you think they think about things when they’re growing in there?’ asked Liam.
‘Probably not,’ said Maddy.
Sal turned to Bob, standing like a freshly built brick wall beside her. ‘Did you, Bob? Do you have any memories of being in a tube?’
He frowned, deep in concentration for a moment. ‘No. My AI software was not loaded at this stage.’
‘But your organic brain?’ cut in Maddy. ‘That must store some memories?’
Bob’s shoulders flexed a casual shrug. ‘If so, it is not data I can retrieve.’
The little foetus kicked a leg out, then tucked it back in.
Maddy chuckled. ‘It’s got some of her attitude already.’
‘Do you think we can upload Becks’s AI?’ asked Sal.
Maddy tapped her teeth with her fingernails. ‘I dunno yet, Sal. That simulation we ran… she seemed pretty flaky.’ On Maddy and Sal’s return, computer-Bob had run the simulation again with exactly the same results.
She turned to look at Liam. ‘I mean… I love you… that can’t be right for a support unit, can it?’
Bob nodded. ‘It did appear that the simulated AI was behaving erratically.’
‘So, maybe these clone fellas can feel something?’ said Liam.
The others looked at him.
‘Well, I’m not so unlovable, am I?’
Sal giggled. ‘I’m sure your mother must’ve loved you.’
‘Point is — ’ Maddy placed a hand on the warm growth tube — ‘I’m pretty sure support units shouldn’t go round professing love for their operative.’
Liam looked uncertain. ‘She definitely was learning to… to feel something, so she was. That’s not so bad, is it?’
Maddy found herself nodding in the gloom. Hadn’t she too thought she’d seen that in Becks? ‘Helps them appear more human, I suppose.’
‘Back in the dinosaur time, she…’ Liam looked at the others sheepishly.
‘She what?’
‘Well, she sort of went to kiss me, so she did.’
Sal made a face. Maddy’s eyes rounded behind her lenses. ‘ Kiss you?’
‘Tried to give me just a little peck, so. On me cheek, that’s all.’
Sal made a face. ‘That’s just weird.’
‘Just a peck… nothing else happened,’ he added defensively. ‘Honest!’
Maddy waved him silent. ‘Doesn’t matter. The fact is maybe that means she did already have… feelings before this damage. Maybe the “I love you” comment was not corrupted data or some sort of malfunction.’ She looked up at Bob. ‘She inherited your code, Bob. Have you ever experienced — you know — feelings for Liam?’
‘I have data files that you could interpret as emotional reflexes.’
‘Would you kiss Liam?’
Bob cocked his head, a frown of confusion rumpling his forehead for a moment before he reluctantly leaned down towards Liam, puckering his horse-lips.
Liam recoiled. ‘Jay-zus, Bob! What’re you — ?’
‘No! Bob! That wasn’t an instruction… that was a question!’
He straightened up. ‘I see.’ His expression settled. ‘I have managed to reprioritize mission parameters for Liam in the past. This could be interpreted as… irrational.’
‘He came to save me from that German prison camp. Didn’t you, Bob?’
‘Is that because you valued Liam more than you valued completing your mission objective?’ asked Maddy.
Bob hesitated, his mind working its files in silence.
‘Because you cared for him?’ she pressed.
Bob finally answered. ‘Affirmative. Liam is my friend.’
Maddy tapped the perspex with her knuckles. ‘There we are, then. That was already there in Becks’s identity. She inherited feelings from Bob.’ She shrugged her shoulders. ‘She cares for you, Liam. Somewhere in all that data she has a file that tells her she “loves” you.’ Maddy smiled. ‘Maybe her AI was just running that file during the emulation.’
‘Does that mean she’s OK, then?’ asked Liam.
‘Bob, if we upload her AI into this body and it turns out she is wonky, can we, I dunno… reboot her or something?’
‘Affirmative. The silicon wafer can be reformatted and the AI software reloaded without any of my or her inherited data.’
‘Right.’ Maddy nodded. ‘I suppose we could give her AI a go and if she’s, like, all flaky on us, then that’s what we’ll have to do.’
‘That’s taking a risk, though, isn’t it?’ said Sal. ‘I mean there are loads of those corrupted red blocks. What if she got funny with us?’
‘What do you mean?’ asked Maddy.
‘I dunno… jealous or something. Jealous of you or me?’
‘Sal is correct,’ said Bob.
Maddy stroked her lip thoughtfully. She’d seen Becks in action. Seen the bodies left behind in her wake. God help them if she took on the role of a lover scorned.
‘Her decision-making may be unpredictable,’ Bob added.
‘Aw, come on! When hasn’t she been unpredictable?’ said Liam.
Maddy nodded. ‘True.’
‘Could we not give her a chance?’
‘We’ll have to watch her very closely,’ said Maddy. ‘The slightest sign she’s going weird and we’ll have to reboot her. I mean it… she even looks at me or Sal in a funny way, we’re going to have to totally wipe her, Liam.’