no_fastolfe | 15 - Bright lights, fast cars, disease

Is it anthropomorphizing or is it an accurate perception? Anthropomorph suggests that you're attributing human characteristics to an inhuman thing. However, the way you speak about robots is that they're capable of intelligence, pattern recognition, and making decisions. So would it not be a legitimate bond between two individuals, one inorganic without the behavioral comprehension to defend itself against a human as, for example, I have no psychic defences [Something he's way too aware of] and one that is composed of organic materials and has a distaste for violence? Because a bond between a human and an inanimate object is irrational. A bond between two different intelligences based off mutual interest is perfectly logical and legitimate.

To assume that a robot thinks like a human-- that is anthropomorphism, I think. Though they are not inanimate, if I misuse the term, then I am in error. They are intelligent. They do think and they do feel, this I do know. But they do not express it as humans do, are not affected by what affects humans.

When I was younger. I made... a study on this. Driven by a bit of heartbreak, in fact. I wished to know if Giskard might actually miss me, when I left Fastolfe's estate, or if I was only wishing he did. I learned that it was possible that he did. I thought he did.

In the end, his loyalty was not with me. He told me that I was nothing to him-- nothing more than any other human would be.

[Her voice gets a little strained there, and she sounds surprised by it but bulls on. She won't really be over that for... ever.]

I have seen what it is when a robot truly loves a human. It is intense and transformative. It drives behavior beyond that that is expected, that is programmed. I thought that Plainclothesman Bailey was prone to that same anthropomorphism-- or whatever the correct term may be-- but he was not misconstruing Robot Olivaw's feelings.

No. That is what love is, to a robot. The perhaps painful strain of prioritizing one human above all others, the changing of internal parameters to make impossible acts possible. Not, as it is the cultural assumption, their service. We cannot program them to love us.

I see. Though I wasn't referring to human emotions. I was referring to a bond that exists and can be formed after prolonged contact. As it is, I don't conventionally feel as a human does. To a human, what is dangerous and unhealthy is conventional and normal to my own kind.

[She looks a bit embarrassed] I refer to the same thing-- only to the difference in actuality and assumption. You see-- a robot is meant to be able to forget its bonds. Nadila could go to a different owner tomorrow. My loss would not trouble her; she would adapt swiftly. That is no failing of hers. It is her design, the design of all robots. It is conventional to them, if you do not mind my borrowing the word.

A lingering bond, a permanence beyond daily association-- that is rare. It is not innate in the relationship as is assumed by those unfamiliar with the deeper workings of robots.

[She clears her throat.]

In what way do your thought processes differ? If I may ask.

My loyalty is largely dependent on my own convenience. I may be a group animal, but I choose who I socialize with freely. [He's basically a big kitty.] I'm also quicker to anger. [Not that you can immediately tell with his carefully managed speech.] We're easily threatened, prone to intimidation, and blunt. To a human, this is rude and indicative of deep problems. But to us, it's normal.

[He does have some behaviors abnormal for a Nietzschean, but he doesn't want to admit them because genetic flaws and shame are horrible.]

Can a robot prioritize one permanent bond over another?

If a robot has developed a bond so strong or unusual that it is permanent? Then yes, I think they must also prioritize. They must, to act, or be frozen in indecision.

I'm outside, by the way.

[She steps out into the sunlight, looking a little bemused at his choice of segues.]

[At least Vegas has no shortage of strange people. Her leather clad warden not being too much of an eye draw.] There's a clothing store nearby. As much as I resent being physically altered, blending in will at least make this simpler.

We apparently have a fund limit on our card.

I'm sorry you couldn't have met my technician, though. I'm sure you would have had fascinating conversations.

Perhaps. You had asked about my preferences... I will have to see what is available.

It's warm here, but we could find you something with a lighter fabric that will allow you to maintain a barrier between you and other people. [And he starts off in the direction of some stores.]

[She trots after with the quick stride she used to follow Sherlock-- shorter legs but in shape.]

[He doesn't go too fast, at least.] We perceive other people as threats too, by the way. But we merely accept it as a fact from the moment we're born. Our defenses no longer are exhausting to us, though I can understand how they would be to one of your world. [He tucked his hands behind his back.]

I am not used to threat. [An agreement.]

During my first weeks and months aboard, the stress of it ... was ...

[It broke a quiet lifetime of paranoia and misanthropy into jagged shards of near-psychosis and attacks of rage and fear.]

I wasn't accustomed to remaining in a position of forced vulnerability. I understand.

[The bouts of self-destructive behavior were most telling there.]

Do you know how to play poker?

[She shakes her head.] I know that it is a social game aboard the barge.

It is. [He remembers a specific time when it was especially nice. He was death tolling.] But it may be necessary for us to play to get more money.

What sort of a game is it? If it requires physical prowess I may be unable to help, but if it is a logic game...

Unfortunately, it's not a game based in either. Rather, numerical values and cards and bluffing one another. You may enjoy the probability portion, but I imagine you would have more difficulty facing the other players [given her suspicions].

I can help you with that, however, if you would be willing to try your hand. I have no intention to leave our fates to chance.

[She nods] A team sport?

Not generally, but I don't intend to leave you alone in there and I can find some way to pass necessary messages to you.

[She gives him a slightly alarmed look]

Why am I to be the representative, as the less experienced?

Unless you want to lean provocatively on my shoulder and whisper hints in my ear while wearing an attractive dress, it's probably the best way to draw the least attention. You're better at math.

I used to be a spy. Familiar with this era or not, I know the behaviors well enough. Are you afraid of a challenge?

[Okay, serious look of distaste. Ew.]

Then let me get into clothing and you can inform me as to the basic rules of the game and familiarize me with the playing pieces.

I'll buy us a deck. And I need something more suitable myself. [A respectable suit or something.]

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