Chapter 8
Over the next few weeks, after I had met Suisei, I had been in the lab, watching as they made my outer shell. It was made of a sort of malleable, heat/water/pressure/damage resistant material.
"With this, she'll be almost as durable as The mighty Atom," One of the technicians had commented when they had chosen the material.
Who is The Mighty Atom? I thought. Another creation of theirs? Nobu and Suisei had decided to place the memory banks on my chest in 12.7 centimeter diameter semi-spheres, and in a 30.48 centimeter tall attachment to my back.
I watched, strapped to a table as they implanted the memory storages to my chest. They then had me sit up and stay still, while they added the larger memory storage to my back. After they had finished they sent me back to the boring white room, and had me wait. They had added a screen in the room that I could watch the people outside with, or switch it to the progress on my outer shell. Most of the time I had it on the outside, watching the humans bustle around on the sidewalk outside the building.
Almost every Morning, I had been taught the days of the week by Hinode (today is a Wednesday), the same young woman would pass by, wearing a white outer shirt, with brown trim, and a brown skirt, in a frantic matter as if hurrying. I decided I would ask either Hinode or Suisei about this.
I changed the view to the progress on my outer shell. It seemed to be approximately 89% completed. The only part not completed was the face, and the mechanic pieces to make me show emotion. In order to do this, I would need to reprogram my current knowledge of emotion to be shown visually. I would also need to see how the face reacts to different emotion. I nodded. I was going to bring this to Nobu.
I stood and moved to the singular door. I looked up, then left, then finally right. What do I do? I remember a pounding sound coming from the door whenever someone were to come in. How did they do it?
I examined the door. It was made of steel, and therefore was very durable. I raised one arm and brought it down on the door. A loud deep PHING sounded through the room. I raised my arm again, to see the door had dented in in the shape of my hand. I don't believe I was supposed to do this. I backed away from the door.
A moment later, Nobu burst in, looking worried. He looked around, "Mari?"
I looked him in the eye, "yes?"
"Why did you dent the door in?" he asked, warily.
"I did not mean to," I felt guilt activating within my mind, "Is what I did wrong?"
"Yes, it was," he crossed his arms, but then frowned and relaxed, "It's alright, we can replace it. Were you trying to get my attention for something?"
I felt bad now. I have done something to make Nobu angry. I felt as if I had done something that could have cost everything. What is this feeling?
"Are you feeling ashamed, Mari?" Nobu asked as I hung my head.
"Is that when you feel as if you had done something beyond horrible?"
He nodded, "Now what is it you wanted to ask me?"
"I need to reprogram my current knowledge of emotion in order to correctly use the facial expressions that goes along with the labeled emotion."
"And in order to do that, you'll need to see genuine emotion on people's faces," Nobu finished.
I nodded and looked at him, he nodded in return, "we've been working on this for a little while, and we're getting close to completing a face for you that can show emotion."
Emotion, yet another key to being human. I have already accumulated a plethora of emotional information, and yet there's still more to learn. Will I ever know for sure every emotion there is?
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