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Love. It rules us. In the course of human events, there have been many great loves. Some
fictional, some real, some hard to tell. But what is love, really? A series of random electronic
impulses. Based on this assumption, who is to say that love is unique to humans? Could not
anything capable of recieving these impulses love? Could not a machine love? They say that love is
what makes we humans what we are. If this is true, and a machine can love, would that not make
machines human? Could not these creatures, endowed with the very spirit of mankind and created
in our own image be considered equals? Some say no. Perhaps these people who say no fear that
the real answer is yes. Perhaps this is why these beings are so feared by the masses. We fear
that we may have made the same mistake our own creator did eons ago. Free will. Perhaps not
given of our own volition, but could it not be there? Hidden beneath the piles of useless information
stuffed into the being of these artificial lifeforms?
My friends, I am mearly a storyteller, traveling through the endless expanse of time. I do
not claim to know the answers to these questions. That is something for you to discover on your
own. We are all storytellers in our own right, and we all have our own opinions. Now I bring you a
tale. A tale that may or may not be true in one of the infinite possibilities of future reality. A tale
of the fantastic. A tale of love. If you have the heart to endure the trials ahead, come with me,
and let me show you the world as it might be.
Love. It rules us. In the course of human events, there have been many great loves. Some
fictional, some real, some hard to tell. But what is love, really? A series of random electronic
impulses. Based on this assumption, who is to say that love is unique to humans? Could not
anything capable of recieving these impulses love? Could not a machine love? They say that love is
what makes we humans what we are. If this is true, and a machine can love, would that not make
machines human? Could not these creatures, endowed with the very spirit of mankind and created
in our own image be considered equals? Some say no. Perhaps these people who say no fear that
the real answer is yes. Perhaps this is why these beings are so feared by the masses. We fear
that we may have made the same mistake our own creator did eons ago. Free will. Perhaps not
given of our own volition, but could it not be there? Hidden beneath the piles of useless information
stuffed into the being of these artificial lifeforms?
My friends, I am mearly a storyteller, traveling through the endless expanse of time. I do
not claim to know the answers to these questions. That is something for you to discover on your
own. We are all storytellers in our own right, and we all have our own opinions. Now I bring you a
tale. A tale that may or may not be true in one of the infinite possibilities of future reality. A tale
of the fantastic. A tale of love. If you have the heart to endure the trials ahead, come with me,
and let me show you the world as it might be.