My apartment was dark and depressing when I got back

My apartment was dark and depressing when I got back. I lit a candle and sat on my bed. Lying back, I positioned my arms behind my head as a pillow. I thought. Though of my creator, my birth…

I remember little fragments of my birth. They weren't entered into my memory, so I hacked into the main computer system in Sector 8, known as 'Theorem'. All that had been left were pieces and fragments. Pictures mostly. No technical information had been saved. I have learned that each technological AI is made with different formulas. Kind of like how each human is made from different chromosomes. Although, the same number of bits, which is equivalent to human neurons, is activated in each AI when the process of artificial insemination is complete. Like in most neurons in the human brain, the number of bits that are either 'on' or 'off' are dependant on whether the AI is willing to learn more and use both half's of it's brain. There are obviously more bits in my head then neurons in the human brain, simply because I must learn and learn to adapt to the years as they pass. In the spring, flower seeds sprout up and bloom into beautiful, supple flowers. In the winter they wither and die only to be reborn one year older next spring. But as that constant modification is going on, I remain who I am on the inside and out.

I am the only AI that exists at this time, but I know Sector 8 is planning on creating another. Possibly male…Signious commented that he was going to give the future AI's a sex. I was to be the only sex-less AI…

I looked over to the side at the big window next to my bed and sighed at my thoughts. The city exploded with light and people. I blinked and shut my blinds coldly. After falling back down onto my bed again, I struggled to get under the covers while lying on them. Each day I was acting more like a human. I had read of stories where people would mimic to their surroundings. They would adapt to survive, unconsciously of course. Most people don't even notice the change. It is a complicated process, which takes lots of time. Maybe I am turning even more human everyday because of all the humans around me. I am the only one of my kind. I have no one to relate to or talk to about how I feel. It really doesn't bother me, but sometimes I wonder what it's like to have someone understand. To actually look at you and know what you are going through; that kind of person isn't very easy to find, and in my case: impossible. But like I said, it doesn't bother me in the least. I confide in myself because no one is smarter or more intelligent then me. So who better to confide in and talk to then me: myself?

Sometimes I do think about what it truly is like to be human though. To walk along the street and know that my shadow: the dark figure that follows me all through the day, means something. A human's shadow is worth a 1,000 words, especially at dusk, when it is its darkest of dark. Humans don't notice it, but their shadow makes up whom they are. They take on the same shape. They follow wherever you go, and are always at your heel when you need them. Although, that could be a bad thing: to actually be a shadow. To follow someone else around, not really knowing where you are going, but sort of. Isn't that the entire city though? Everyone is always following someone. So maybe we are all shadows. Except for me. Since my shadow is just the silhouette of a man made thing. But the humans, maybe the humans are all shadows. Shadows of whom though? There has to be one major person or persons that they follow. Hell, even I follow someone. Could it be, that we are all waiting? That we are all just shadows at dusk?