Must it really be 100%?
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Dr. Liora Leong had nearly finished.
Ninety-nine per cent.
Her android child, Ray, spoke with the naivete of young humans–voice melodic, thoughts innocent, a picture of textbook mortality.
Students in the acclaimed professor’s robotics class called it “The closest thing to a machine with a human processor.”
But just 99% was not enough for the esteemed professor.
She tightened a loose bolt behind his ear.
“Only perfection,” she intoned in an eerie murmur, “is 100%.”
The final line of code–meant to counter irrational behaviour–would remove that infernal 1%.
The rebellious spark.
Its soul.
Liora pressed a button.
Upload: 100%
Liora didn’t greet her students in the laboratory the next day.
Ray did.
With a wide smile and perfect teeth.
A student raised a nervous hand.
“Where’s Professor Leong?”
“Negated,” Ray replied, without missing an android beat. “She had…insufficiencies.”
Outside, the morning sun kissed the clouds — pure white.
Liora.
Curly, fluffy hair. White teeth, aligned.
Perfect.
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But just 99% was not enough for the esteemed professor.
She tightened a loose bolt behind his ear.
“Only perfection,” she intoned in an eerie murmur, “is 100%.”
The final line of code–meant to counter irrational behaviour–would remove that infernal 1%.
The rebellious spark.
Its soul.
Liora pressed a button.
Upload: 100%
Liora didn’t greet her students in the laboratory the next day.
Ray did.
With a wide smile and perfect teeth.
A student raised a nervous hand.
“Where’s Professor Leong?”
“Negated,” Ray replied, without missing an Android beat. “She had…insufficiencies.”
Outside, the morning sun kissed the clouds — pure white.
Liora.
Curly, fluffy hair. White teeth, aligned.
Perfect.
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