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The girlfriend side of the bed.

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Had humanity strayed so far away from its own innate abilities?
The robot blinked and met my eyes, smiling. I watched the fine structure of her irises flex.
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Naturally, this poses a problem.

How do I tell her about my feelings? She knows the dictionary definition of love. But she doesn't know the meaning. I have no idea how she would take it. Would she just acknowledge it, and then continue on with her work?

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I am in love with a robot.

That's quite simply the only way to describe it.

Because although the robot wears His clothes, and says what He would say, I never actually see Him.

I never hear His voice, I don't get to look into His eyes, it has been so long since I felt the touch of His hands...

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"I'm in love with a robot."

"No, you aren't."

"I am. I'm in love with a robot. Honestly."

"That isn't love, and that definitely doesn't count as a robot. It's..."

"I'm not talking about that." She flushed. "You are disgusting sometimes."

I was fairly certain I was disgusting most of the time. Possibly all the time. "So, what is this, in love with a robot? What robot is it? Can you get upgrades, software patches, apps?"

She shook her head. "It's a character. Well. An avatar."

"Oh, this just gets better and better. Is there a real person behind it,...

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I know people tell me that she just scours all my emails in an effort to become what I like, and I know people tell me that she's nothing more than a neural network backed by a huge database. But is that so different from a human brain?

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January 15, 2011

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