It takes many little touches, and many years, even multiple generations, of altering and tweaking. The icing on the cake for this particularly believable human effect is months of caretaking and effort on the part of the android, and his human friends. The genius in the Brooks' AI system isn't specifically their artificial personalities, it's that they designed them to be reactive, to learn and to change in an organic way. There's a seed of existentialism within their software that allows the AI to define itself, choose who it wants to be, within reason.
Toshi is incredibly grateful and adoring of their efforts, every day, as he carries the legacy of their work inside him.
He opens his mouth to protest Kotetsu's self-deprecation, but it occurs to him that maybe it was meant to be humor. "I am very fond of the name," he admits anyway, as if that wasn't already clear. He just doesn't know what else to say to that. Kotetsu is... unbelievably important to him. Kotetsu was the first living soul that showed him true kindness, who attempted to be his friend. Kotetsu is his Hero.
The old man can be observant and logical, when he tries to be. It's a good assumption. It makes sense with the knowledge he's working with. It's about as close as he could get to the truth, anyway.
Toshi keeps looking down at his feet and fidgets. "It is a reasonable question." But unfortunately a complicated one to answer. He can't hold back a little giggle at the joke, though, even as he's struggling to find an answer that won't make this moment unbearable. "I was. Created and designed to look like you... by a very bad man, who knew he could never corrupt... the real you. But wanted a Tiger on a leash."
The last part is a weak, weak attempt at softening the blow. A little dash of funny to sweeten the bitter pill of the implications he's offering. He wishes there was a way to explain it that was better. But... there isn't.
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Date: 2016-09-18 07:57 pm (UTC)Toshi is incredibly grateful and adoring of their efforts, every day, as he carries the legacy of their work inside him.
He opens his mouth to protest Kotetsu's self-deprecation, but it occurs to him that maybe it was meant to be humor. "I am very fond of the name," he admits anyway, as if that wasn't already clear. He just doesn't know what else to say to that. Kotetsu is... unbelievably important to him. Kotetsu was the first living soul that showed him true kindness, who attempted to be his friend. Kotetsu is his Hero.
The old man can be observant and logical, when he tries to be. It's a good assumption. It makes sense with the knowledge he's working with. It's about as close as he could get to the truth, anyway.
Toshi keeps looking down at his feet and fidgets. "It is a reasonable question." But unfortunately a complicated one to answer. He can't hold back a little giggle at the joke, though, even as he's struggling to find an answer that won't make this moment unbearable. "I was. Created and designed to look like you... by a very bad man, who knew he could never corrupt... the real you. But wanted a Tiger on a leash."
The last part is a weak, weak attempt at softening the blow. A little dash of funny to sweeten the bitter pill of the implications he's offering. He wishes there was a way to explain it that was better. But... there isn't.