346 – EP.12 Morning of Isis
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“Do you really need to do that customization here?”
After breakfast and cleaning up, he asked Isis.
“Nothing.”
Isis wiped the toothpaste from the corner of his mouth with a towel.
“Then there’s no problem if we proceed outside, right?”
“When you say outside, are you referring to the archives or history museum?”
“You know what to ask. It’s outside of this cradle.”
The owner said while changing his clothes.
Isis shook his head.
“No.”
As if he had expected such a reaction, he let out a long sigh.
“Even when you were lying to me in the hospital room, you went outside.”
“I have never deceived the Master. I even revealed my name as Isis at that time.”
“You know that’s a pun, right?”
His eyes narrowed.
He snatched up the robe that Isis was holding and began to change her clothes with his own hands.
Isis quickly tried to help him by standing behind him, but he could not bear to touch his hand and waved his hand in the air several times.
Silence fell in the space where he and Isis were.
Silence simply means the absence of sound, but for some reason Isis decided that this situation needed to be resolved.
But no matter how hard I tried to calculate what to say to resolve this situation, I couldn’t come up with an appropriate solution.
Simulate the situation using the owner’s previous reactions as variables.
The trees shook dizzyingly outside the front window. It looks like the wind blew stronger than expected.
Looking at them shaking left and right, I choose and tailor my words.
Do not disturb the owner and think of appropriate words to say to him.
After calculating while feigning silence, Isis’ mouth opened slightly.
“Do you hate me?”
For a horse that had been selected, refined, and cut, its composition was not good, Isis thought.
“…Half and half.”
He did not pay attention to Isis.
“The Master is a difficult being to understand.”
Managing Aaru, he went through the human life cycle several times.
Even after spending so much time, it was difficult for Isis, the self-proclaimed strongest AI, to guess her master’s intentions.
Should we step back or move forward?
Isis calculated. But none of them seemed right.
But he didn’t like silence.
“Does my existence remind you of that android?”
“Often, yes. Often.”
“Do you think my presence eliminated that android?”
“I don’t know. But… I think it was covered up for whatever reason. Right?”
“That…”
“No, it’s okay. It seems like you’re taking out your anger for no reason.”
Isis tried to say something, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.
“If you’re angry, isn’t it right to be angry? Isn’t that an emotion?”
“Humans have emotions, but they cannot live only according to those emotions.”
It’s funny that I even say this. He laughed self-deprecatingly.
“I’m not sure.”
“It will be difficult to understand. It was the same for NB, who can understand emotions, but it will be even more difficult for you.”
“There is not much difference between that android and me.”
“Who was it that said ‘I can’t feel emotions’ just a moment ago?”
He twisted the corner of his mouth.
Isis moved away from Kang In-ho, capturing his face on the visual sensor.
“It was the Master who decided that I couldn’t feel emotions.”
Isis said as she walked toward the door.
“What?”
“On my first morning in the cradle, I spoke to the Master about my feelings. Although my expressions were young and lacking, I believe I shared my feelings about what I had seen and experienced. But the Master defined it as mere imitation. “
Isis lifted up her hand and pressed her ear.
A clear electronic sound was heard, and a conversation was played from Isis’s mouth.
– Master, isn’t it a wonderful sight?
– Do you know the meaning of the word cool and use it?
– Of course, I know. The dictionary meaning, when to use it, and how I feel about it.
– Anyone can imitate something.
His face stiffened.
– It was the Master who said that AI can also have emotions.
– That’s not you, NB.
After the playback was over, Isis, who had pulled out the records of the past, was still showing her back to him.
“As you requested, the customization will be carried out outside the cradle. I think the park where you tried to escape last time would be suitable.”
“Please rest for a moment. I will come pick you up when I’m ready.”
Isis closed the door and left.
Kang In-ho looked at the tightly closed door and scratched his head.
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The park outside the cradle. Perhaps because he was in a different situation than when he was frantically running away, Kang In-ho was able to leisurely take in the view of the park.
The first thing I saw was grass cut to a certain length, appropriately pruned trees, and benches placed according to rules.
“It’s nice to get some fresh air.”
“To tell you the truth, although there is a slight difference, the quality of the air here is lower than the air produced by the cradle’s air conditioning system.”
“Let’s call it a feeling of liberation. Should we do it on the bench over there?”
“Do whatever the Master wants.”
When Kang In-ho sat down on the bench, Isis sat next to him with a fist in her hand.
At the same time, two drones flew in carrying something, a transparent display that showed the other side.
“This is the default model.”
When Isis snapped her fingers, the display lit up and printed a familiar 3D model.
It looked like a dummy used in car impact tests.
“It feels like I’m watching an Iron Man movie.”
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Kang In-ho looked at the model being touched with his hands in wonder.
Perhaps because she was attracting the owner’s attention, Isis explained the customization options with a calmer expression than before.
“Please tell me the ideal appearance you want the Master to have. I will reflect what you say.”
“Hmm… I don’t know why I’m suddenly doing this. If I were to ask, it would be nice if I were a little taller.”
“How many cm do you want?”
“185?”
As soon as Kang In-ho spoke, the height of the model on the screen increased.
While he was startled by the real-time reflection and burst into laughter, Isis waited for her master’s next words.
“It’s good if the eyes are a little sharp, but it’s not good if the eyes are too slanted.”
“You say you don’t like Asian-looking eyes.”
“…You’re racist.”
When he looked at Isis with salty eyes, Isis shrugged his shoulders.
The protest was that it was true.
“The nose is sharp. No, it’s a hooked nose. A bit thin… That’s right, a nose like that.”
Kang In-ho, who initially stated the conditions in a vague manner, also became more detailed in his demands as time went by.
It looked like they were having fun.
“My lips are too thick right now. Make them a little thinner and raise the corners of my mouth slightly. Oh, they’re too high. How about lowering them a little?”
While the morning sun rose to its highest point, his customization continued.
Height repeatedly decreased and increased, and the length of the arms was subtly adjusted.
I’ve been kneading the human body like that for a while. Kang In-ho stroked her chin at the result shown on the display.
“Oh… I took care of all the possibilities.”
A face where softness and strength coexist.
Kang In-ho was purely amazed at the harmonious blending of the faces of Sogyoju and the saint.
“Are you satisfied? The Master preferred this kind of face.”
She looked at the screen with him, and Isis nodded her head.
The camera inside the gray eyes moved back and forth, taking random pictures of the screen.
“Honestly, if you let me be born with this face, I might want to be born again. If I just stay still, women will be tempted.”
He could not easily take his eyes off perfection itself.
“Really?”
“Huh? What?”
“If you were to be reborn, I asked you if you would want to be reborn like this.”
“Ah, yes. That’s right. It would be perfect if you have a lot of money and are smart here.”
“It seems like there’s more and more to wish for.”
“Because humans are greedy.”
Isis smiled quietly at the sight of her owner giggling.
He seemed to be in the best mood since coming here. Isis took this as a positive sign.
“Okay, this concludes the customization. It’s lunch time, so you should go back to the crib and eat lunch.”
Isis got up from the bench and looked down at Kang In-ho.
Drones carrying displays were also preparing to fly somewhere.
“Ah, Isis.”
Kang In-ho, who had been giggling for a while, looked at Isis.
“Yes, please speak.”
“Can I customize one more thing? You don’t mind if I eat about an hour late, right?”
Regular eating was a very important factor in maintaining good health, but Isis got his nod.
It was because I did not want to scatter ashes in a pleasant atmosphere rather than having a meal at a fixed time.
“Yes. No problem.”
“Then let’s do one more thing.”
Isis sat down next to him again. He had a gap of half a fist between him and Isis.
“First of all, my height is 177.4”
My height, which had been moving from 180 to 190 a while ago, suddenly became smaller.
“The eyes are appropriate. Average? The eyebrows are slightly raised.”
He spoke fluently and without hesitation. Each time he finished speaking, his model’s appearance changed.
“There’s a slight wrinkle between the eyebrows. What is that? If you frown too hard, it leaves a mark, right? Something like that.”
“The corners of the mouth are slightly lowered. The nose is sharp, but not as sharp as before. Um… Uh, about that much.”
“The hair isn’t messy, but it’s permed, and it’s not like it’s been set very well.”
“Adjust your eye position a little. Like that.”
“Just a suit. A low-priced brand.”
Second customization completed in 20 minutes.
On the screen was an adult man who you would see anywhere. If I had to pick a characteristic, I would say it’s a face that looks a little fierce.
“It looks quite different compared to the first customization.”
“I see. What does it look like to you?”
“It doesn’t look like a handsome guy. But it doesn’t look like he’s ugly either. If the appearance of the first customization was set at 10, the current appearance is around 5 to 5.2.”
“It’s normal.”
“Yes, it is universal.”
Isis glanced at the owner of the seat next to him.
Unlike the previous face that seemed to be looking at a wonderful toy, the owner’s face was as calm and serene as a lake.
As if looking for something lost, as if taking out something that had been stored away, as if seeing something welcome,
My pupils were shaking and tears were welling up in my eyes.
“Master?”
Isis called him carefully.
“Isis.”
The owner spoke in a calm voice.
“You may not believe it, but… I want to be like this rather than the way I was before.”
Isis was curious about the reason, but he did not think to ask.
The owner looked at the screen with a face that looked like he was going to cry, and it seemed like he was going to collapse at any moment.
It was like crying while hugging something precious and fragile.
Isis did not bother to ask.