This is just a spontaneous story idea that came to me whilst leafing
through my two A.I. Love You books. - Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is owned by Takeuchi Naoka, and A.I. Love You is owned by Akamatsu Ken.
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Ami frowned as she followed her internal conflict. She had been visiting with Kobe Hitoshi, a former schoolmate and friend of hers that she hadn't seen in a while. She had found out about his, ah... "roomates" Thirty, Twenty, and Forty. He had, of course, explained everything to her- it wasn't harmful anyways, just exchanging fascinating news one genius to, ah... another. Sort of.
So she had asked if she could try it out herself, just to see if it could work. Hitoshi, being the kind young man he was, agreed. 'All you need to do,' he informed her, 'is make your own AI program! Give it personality, features, etc. then come back here with that all saved onto a disk. Preferable during a lightning storm.'
Ami had been enticed by the idea, of course, but now she was having her doubts. Should she really do this? If it did work, would she be able to handle not living alone any more? She paused her self-questioning when she noticed that she was infront of her apartment building. Ami walked up the long flight of stairs, and entered her house. The walls were pretty bare, only two photos were hanging on the wall. One of herself, her mother, and her father- when she was still very young and her father was still with them; the other of herself and the senshi. Her best friends. She smiled at the picture and walked past the plain, blue sofa and relatively untouched tv into the hallway. Not even bothering to get a snack from her refridgerator, she walked straight to her mothers room. The bed was untouched- as it often was.
No doubt, her mother did stop by at home to see her, but lately her job had been transfered to the ER where she worked very long shifts. She usually slept in the hospital nowadays, and only came to visit every once in a while. Ami sighed and turned 180° to enter her own room. It was bare, just like the rest of the house. White walls, simply designed bed with blue covers, a full bookshelf, and her dresser. In the corner, on her near bare desk, stood her photo album, her very thin address book, and her laptop.
"Well," she quietly sighed to herself, "I am alone at home, there's no doubt. I have the rest of the senshi, but only during school, study sessions, and back when we still had to fight youma. I..." she trailed off, but suddenly frowned in determination, "I will make a program. I will. I refuse to be alone any longer." And so the petite blue-haired girl got to work. Thankfully, Hitoshi-san had given her some floppy disks with very good information so that she would have to do all of the work herself. She began with the basics- functions controlling mood, personality, and, most important of all, an AI program that would allow the program to think for itself, and come to it's own conclusions. She steadily started making the program more and more complex, before tapping into the floppies given to her. She uploaded the taste-sensor program first, and noticing how complex that program was, loaded all the others without bothering to attempt it herself.
Ami sighed heavily, "Now... for appearence. Hmm..." She hesitently looked to her dresser. Then frowned once more. 'Hell,' she thought, 'it's my program- he'll look how I want him to.' She quickly got up and rushed to her dresser, pulling out her ownly teenage magazine. She flipped through the book quickly, until she arrived at the page with a multitude of good looking young men on it. She blushed upon seeing the picture, and rushed back to her desk.
"The eyes," she murmured, "the eyes are most important to me... I'll save those for last." The hair, she decided, would be just a bit over two inches long, and in loose, luxurious curls. Color? Indigo, but leaning a bit more towards plum. Angular face, full lips, average sized ears (with three piercings each), and a light dusting of freckles across his nose. He would be very tall, about 6' 3", with a lean, strong body. Strong shoulders, strong legs, and large hands. Ami took a deep breath.
"Now for the eyes," she mumbled wistfully, "the perfect eyes..." They would be half-lidded, angling down a bit at the outside edges. Long, dark eyelashes- long enough to rest on his cheeks when his eyes were closed. And, best of all, colored a brown so dark that the color black would be envious, and if one were to look into them they would never find themselves again. Ami mouth finally twisted into a smile radiating confidence, pride, and happiness. She took a deep breath. She pushed the save button, then clicked around a bit.
"Hello," a deep voice rumbled as a handsome young man's face filled the screen. A face she had always dreamed of. A face she had just created.
"Hello," she mumbled back shyly, "I'm Mizuno Ami, you may call me Ami- chan if you wish." A blush pooled across the plane of her cheeks.
The young man's mouth split into a wide grin, his dark bedroom eyes sparkling, "Hello Ami-ko, I am.." he faltered, looking lost all of a sudden.
He sent her a toothy grin, winking at her coyly, "I am whoever you want me to be!"
Ami blushed again, and giggled softly, "Oh, I apologize- I forgot to name you. Now... Hitoshi-san's programs all had names of numbers, but I want you... I want you to have a special name." She mulled through the heaps of names she had heard over the years, before coming to a decision. Her father's name had been Hiroshi. Her... dream man... his name would be Hiroyuki. As a tribute to her late father.
"Is... Hiroyuki ok? Are you ok with that name?"
"Hiroyuki is great, Ami-ko!" Hiroyuki smiled at her, winking once more just to see Ami blush. And she did.
"Well... that's good to hear, Hiroyuki-san."
Hiroyuki laughed, a deep rumbling laugh, and smiled at her once more, "Please, Ami-ko. You created me- call me Hiro-kun or Yuki-kun- anything, just not Hiroyuki-san."
Ami suddenly smiled at him, not noticing that he blushed at the sight of her beaming, "Alright... Yuki-kun."
"Ami-ko... you are... very beautiful," Ami's eyes widen quite noticably. She blushed, and averted her face.
"Oh Yuki-kun, you're just saying that because of something I must have written in your program..."
Suddenly Hiroyuki shook his head, curls flying, "Tut, tut, Ami-ko. I know my programming better than you do- you did not program me to give you empty compliments. I decided on my own to tell you just what I think of you- not some program."
Ami smiled at him, slightly ashamed at the prickling in her eyes. Tears, she realized, tears because she had never gotten such a blatant compliment before in her life, except from her mother and, once upon a time, her father. She smiled at Hiroyuki.
"Ami-ko," he began hesitantly, "If... If I ever become real, like Hitoshi's programs... If I do, will you promise to be my girlfriend?"
She widened her eyes once more, shocked, "Why... why, of course. Hiroyuki. If... if you ever become real, it would be an honor to ... to be your girlfriend." Ami smiled sweetly at him, and smiled even wider when he smiled back at her. She felt as if her face would split, and it was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world.
She looked to the clock- it was 10:30, "Sorry, Yuki-kun, but I have to go to school tomorrow. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," he whispered, making a kissy face, and turned himself off.
Ami quickly changed into her baggy pajama pants and her comfortable tank-top. She pulled the curtains closed, frowning at the sight of lightning flashing across the sky, and quickly jumped into her bed, lightly shivering at the meager warmth her blankets provided. Closing her eyes, she quickly and easily found sleep. Her laptop suddenly flickered to life, and Hiroyuki's face beamed onto the screen. He smiled at the sight of Ami serenly sleeping, and muttered something about wishing to be real.
A sudden flash of lighting startled him, and he felt himself being sucked to somewhere, "What the hell?" he muttered. Suddenly, another flash of lighting ignited the sky past the curtains, and Hiroyuki felt a sudden electroshock running through is program. With an odd digital sound, he felt his body being pulled from the screen of the computer. He blinked at his surroundings, and nearly let out a whoop of delight.
He, Hiroyuki, was now a real boy. Er... young man.
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Ami yawned silently and smiled, her eyes still closed. When she had gone to sleep, she had been dreadfully cold, but sometime overnight he had warmed up. Suddenly two strong arms pulled her to an equally strong chest, and, in her sleep-induced haze, Ami decided to snuggle into the warm chest. Her eyes bolted open.
"Aiii!" she shrieked, rolling out of bed, pulling the covers with her. On the bed was Hiroyuki, looking very real, and very very naked. He opened his eyes half-way, and smiled at Ami. He rolled onto his back and arched his chest up- yawning. Ami blushed as she saw lean muscle ripple under his pale skin, and blushed as she noticed the knowing grin being sent her way.
"So," Hiroyuki purred, rolling onto his side and propping himself up with one elbow, "why don't you come back to bed?"
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Well... I hope you guys enjoyed this! The second chapter is already being written, and it'll probably be posted today.
::A.I. Love You:: A.I. Love You is by Akamatsu Ken, the same guy who wrote and drew Love Hina. AILY was written quite a bit before Love Hina, so if you ever pick it up to read, the style is very noticably different. Kobe Hitoshi is the main character- a geeky sort of boy who is really bad at every subject in school, especially sports. However, both of his parents are excellent programers (who don't live with him at home, which is why I decided to make him friends with Ami) so he knows a thing or two about programing as well.
Thirty was his best program so far. She was AI, and pretty advanced, and very nice to Hitoshi (who gets picked on by everyone in school). Hitoshi had promised her that he would be her boyfriend if she ever became real, and he holds to it when she does become real. Thirty (I believe she's usually call Saati in the story) teaches him alot of things, and helps boost his confidence- she really does like him. She is, however, quite a bit ditzy and naiive.
Twenty was a program before Thirty, one Hitoshi had originally based upon his crush in school. However, she was just as mean as his crush and often put him down. He had also promised her to be her boyfriend, but only because she gave him the choice of either getting beat up by her or going out with her. She isn't AI, so she never grows as a person. She loves partying, and is much more street-wise than her 'sister' Thirty.
Forty was made by Thirty and Twenty, because they wanted a sister. I don't know much about her, as I have yet to buy the rest of the volumes. -;
-VM
(Expect more from me soon!)
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is owned by Takeuchi Naoka, and A.I. Love You is owned by Akamatsu Ken.
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Ami frowned as she followed her internal conflict. She had been visiting with Kobe Hitoshi, a former schoolmate and friend of hers that she hadn't seen in a while. She had found out about his, ah... "roomates" Thirty, Twenty, and Forty. He had, of course, explained everything to her- it wasn't harmful anyways, just exchanging fascinating news one genius to, ah... another. Sort of.
So she had asked if she could try it out herself, just to see if it could work. Hitoshi, being the kind young man he was, agreed. 'All you need to do,' he informed her, 'is make your own AI program! Give it personality, features, etc. then come back here with that all saved onto a disk. Preferable during a lightning storm.'
Ami had been enticed by the idea, of course, but now she was having her doubts. Should she really do this? If it did work, would she be able to handle not living alone any more? She paused her self-questioning when she noticed that she was infront of her apartment building. Ami walked up the long flight of stairs, and entered her house. The walls were pretty bare, only two photos were hanging on the wall. One of herself, her mother, and her father- when she was still very young and her father was still with them; the other of herself and the senshi. Her best friends. She smiled at the picture and walked past the plain, blue sofa and relatively untouched tv into the hallway. Not even bothering to get a snack from her refridgerator, she walked straight to her mothers room. The bed was untouched- as it often was.
No doubt, her mother did stop by at home to see her, but lately her job had been transfered to the ER where she worked very long shifts. She usually slept in the hospital nowadays, and only came to visit every once in a while. Ami sighed and turned 180° to enter her own room. It was bare, just like the rest of the house. White walls, simply designed bed with blue covers, a full bookshelf, and her dresser. In the corner, on her near bare desk, stood her photo album, her very thin address book, and her laptop.
"Well," she quietly sighed to herself, "I am alone at home, there's no doubt. I have the rest of the senshi, but only during school, study sessions, and back when we still had to fight youma. I..." she trailed off, but suddenly frowned in determination, "I will make a program. I will. I refuse to be alone any longer." And so the petite blue-haired girl got to work. Thankfully, Hitoshi-san had given her some floppy disks with very good information so that she would have to do all of the work herself. She began with the basics- functions controlling mood, personality, and, most important of all, an AI program that would allow the program to think for itself, and come to it's own conclusions. She steadily started making the program more and more complex, before tapping into the floppies given to her. She uploaded the taste-sensor program first, and noticing how complex that program was, loaded all the others without bothering to attempt it herself.
Ami sighed heavily, "Now... for appearence. Hmm..." She hesitently looked to her dresser. Then frowned once more. 'Hell,' she thought, 'it's my program- he'll look how I want him to.' She quickly got up and rushed to her dresser, pulling out her ownly teenage magazine. She flipped through the book quickly, until she arrived at the page with a multitude of good looking young men on it. She blushed upon seeing the picture, and rushed back to her desk.
"The eyes," she murmured, "the eyes are most important to me... I'll save those for last." The hair, she decided, would be just a bit over two inches long, and in loose, luxurious curls. Color? Indigo, but leaning a bit more towards plum. Angular face, full lips, average sized ears (with three piercings each), and a light dusting of freckles across his nose. He would be very tall, about 6' 3", with a lean, strong body. Strong shoulders, strong legs, and large hands. Ami took a deep breath.
"Now for the eyes," she mumbled wistfully, "the perfect eyes..." They would be half-lidded, angling down a bit at the outside edges. Long, dark eyelashes- long enough to rest on his cheeks when his eyes were closed. And, best of all, colored a brown so dark that the color black would be envious, and if one were to look into them they would never find themselves again. Ami mouth finally twisted into a smile radiating confidence, pride, and happiness. She took a deep breath. She pushed the save button, then clicked around a bit.
"Hello," a deep voice rumbled as a handsome young man's face filled the screen. A face she had always dreamed of. A face she had just created.
"Hello," she mumbled back shyly, "I'm Mizuno Ami, you may call me Ami- chan if you wish." A blush pooled across the plane of her cheeks.
The young man's mouth split into a wide grin, his dark bedroom eyes sparkling, "Hello Ami-ko, I am.." he faltered, looking lost all of a sudden.
He sent her a toothy grin, winking at her coyly, "I am whoever you want me to be!"
Ami blushed again, and giggled softly, "Oh, I apologize- I forgot to name you. Now... Hitoshi-san's programs all had names of numbers, but I want you... I want you to have a special name." She mulled through the heaps of names she had heard over the years, before coming to a decision. Her father's name had been Hiroshi. Her... dream man... his name would be Hiroyuki. As a tribute to her late father.
"Is... Hiroyuki ok? Are you ok with that name?"
"Hiroyuki is great, Ami-ko!" Hiroyuki smiled at her, winking once more just to see Ami blush. And she did.
"Well... that's good to hear, Hiroyuki-san."
Hiroyuki laughed, a deep rumbling laugh, and smiled at her once more, "Please, Ami-ko. You created me- call me Hiro-kun or Yuki-kun- anything, just not Hiroyuki-san."
Ami suddenly smiled at him, not noticing that he blushed at the sight of her beaming, "Alright... Yuki-kun."
"Ami-ko... you are... very beautiful," Ami's eyes widen quite noticably. She blushed, and averted her face.
"Oh Yuki-kun, you're just saying that because of something I must have written in your program..."
Suddenly Hiroyuki shook his head, curls flying, "Tut, tut, Ami-ko. I know my programming better than you do- you did not program me to give you empty compliments. I decided on my own to tell you just what I think of you- not some program."
Ami smiled at him, slightly ashamed at the prickling in her eyes. Tears, she realized, tears because she had never gotten such a blatant compliment before in her life, except from her mother and, once upon a time, her father. She smiled at Hiroyuki.
"Ami-ko," he began hesitantly, "If... If I ever become real, like Hitoshi's programs... If I do, will you promise to be my girlfriend?"
She widened her eyes once more, shocked, "Why... why, of course. Hiroyuki. If... if you ever become real, it would be an honor to ... to be your girlfriend." Ami smiled sweetly at him, and smiled even wider when he smiled back at her. She felt as if her face would split, and it was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world.
She looked to the clock- it was 10:30, "Sorry, Yuki-kun, but I have to go to school tomorrow. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," he whispered, making a kissy face, and turned himself off.
Ami quickly changed into her baggy pajama pants and her comfortable tank-top. She pulled the curtains closed, frowning at the sight of lightning flashing across the sky, and quickly jumped into her bed, lightly shivering at the meager warmth her blankets provided. Closing her eyes, she quickly and easily found sleep. Her laptop suddenly flickered to life, and Hiroyuki's face beamed onto the screen. He smiled at the sight of Ami serenly sleeping, and muttered something about wishing to be real.
A sudden flash of lighting startled him, and he felt himself being sucked to somewhere, "What the hell?" he muttered. Suddenly, another flash of lighting ignited the sky past the curtains, and Hiroyuki felt a sudden electroshock running through is program. With an odd digital sound, he felt his body being pulled from the screen of the computer. He blinked at his surroundings, and nearly let out a whoop of delight.
He, Hiroyuki, was now a real boy. Er... young man.
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Ami yawned silently and smiled, her eyes still closed. When she had gone to sleep, she had been dreadfully cold, but sometime overnight he had warmed up. Suddenly two strong arms pulled her to an equally strong chest, and, in her sleep-induced haze, Ami decided to snuggle into the warm chest. Her eyes bolted open.
"Aiii!" she shrieked, rolling out of bed, pulling the covers with her. On the bed was Hiroyuki, looking very real, and very very naked. He opened his eyes half-way, and smiled at Ami. He rolled onto his back and arched his chest up- yawning. Ami blushed as she saw lean muscle ripple under his pale skin, and blushed as she noticed the knowing grin being sent her way.
"So," Hiroyuki purred, rolling onto his side and propping himself up with one elbow, "why don't you come back to bed?"
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Well... I hope you guys enjoyed this! The second chapter is already being written, and it'll probably be posted today.
::A.I. Love You:: A.I. Love You is by Akamatsu Ken, the same guy who wrote and drew Love Hina. AILY was written quite a bit before Love Hina, so if you ever pick it up to read, the style is very noticably different. Kobe Hitoshi is the main character- a geeky sort of boy who is really bad at every subject in school, especially sports. However, both of his parents are excellent programers (who don't live with him at home, which is why I decided to make him friends with Ami) so he knows a thing or two about programing as well.
Thirty was his best program so far. She was AI, and pretty advanced, and very nice to Hitoshi (who gets picked on by everyone in school). Hitoshi had promised her that he would be her boyfriend if she ever became real, and he holds to it when she does become real. Thirty (I believe she's usually call Saati in the story) teaches him alot of things, and helps boost his confidence- she really does like him. She is, however, quite a bit ditzy and naiive.
Twenty was a program before Thirty, one Hitoshi had originally based upon his crush in school. However, she was just as mean as his crush and often put him down. He had also promised her to be her boyfriend, but only because she gave him the choice of either getting beat up by her or going out with her. She isn't AI, so she never grows as a person. She loves partying, and is much more street-wise than her 'sister' Thirty.
Forty was made by Thirty and Twenty, because they wanted a sister. I don't know much about her, as I have yet to buy the rest of the volumes. -;
-VM
(Expect more from me soon!)