Love Droid Amy4

Love Droid Amy4 -- Chapter 6

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It wasn't until we got home and took her new clothing out of the bag that I realized that we had completely forgot about undergarments -- no bras or panties. It didn't really make much difference since I was the only person seeing her and she didn't have to go to the doctor's office or join the military, but I thought that I probably should get her at least one bra and panty set. Pink. I think pink would look awesome on her. I made a mental note.

After shopping, I was more curious about what Amy4 knew, or had programmed into her, and what she didn't know. I was also really curious about how she could learn. She went from a pretty bad kisser to an OK kisser in a very short amount of time with no verbal feedback from me. How does this lady learn? What does she learn? Does she pay attention to and learn from everything she perceives? If so, she must have some pretty powerful microprocessors packed away in there.

I did some reading up on Artificial Intelligence (AI) and came across something called the Turing Test. It asks the question can you tell whether you are interacting with a machine or a human? If you cannot tell whether it is machine or human, then the machine has demonstrated intelligence indistinguishable from a human's and has therefore passed the Turing test.

I read an interview in the New York Times with a lady who is an AI expert. Her point was that computers can be programmed to do very difficult things like calculate flight paths to Neptune or determine the human genome, or how to design helicopters to function in a Martian atmosphere that's about one hundred times less dense than earth's atmosphere, things that would take humans a very long time to figure out. However, there are many things that are fairly easy for humans to figure out that are extremely difficult for machines. If you ask an adult whether all birds can fly, she or he would probably pause and think and they might say yes based upon the birds that this person had seen or had experience with, like robins and blue jays. Then if you ask if an ostrich can fly, the person would quickly remember that an ostrich is a bird and would then change the answer to no, all birds cannot fly. Ask a person if a bird in a cage can fly. They'd likely puzzle over it a second or two and then respond, well, yes but no; or, it depends upon how big the cage is. Machine learning has major difficulties with questions like this that require nuanced understanding.

So I thought I would try it with Amy4 and see what I could find about how she thinks and reasons. "Amy4," I said, "It is generally accepted by most societies that people should keep their homes clean and orderly. It's seen as a virtue that people should aspire to. When I was a kid, my parents taught me that I should make my bed after I get up."

"Yes, I understand this," she said. "Keeping premises clean reduces the risk of virulent bacteria or viruses in your living quarters and promotes good health. Keeping a home orderly permits persons to find things more easily and manage their affairs more efficiently."

"OK, good, you got it," I said. "So what about this? If it's generally accepted that making your bed is a virtue; is it OK not to make your bed after you get up?" Amy4 stopped moving and appeared to be processing my question.

After some seconds she responded, "There may be a slight increase in the risk of increased bacteria or viruses if the sheets are not exposed to sunlight."

I said, "OK, I think that's true but that doesn't directly answer my question - Is it OK or not to make the bed?" She froze again and this time for a longer period. She was stumped, so I thought I'd ask a variant of the question, "When is it OK not to make the bed after you get out of bed?" Amy4 was unable to formulate an answer to this new question and went completely quiet. It was almost like she had shut down. It took about 2 minutes before she started to re-engage. I wondered if all of her RAM had been used in trying to answer that question and it wasn't until she had been able to clear out some of her RAM later that she was able to process and respond. Hmmm, I thought, I'm going to have to try this with some co-workers and see what they say. I thought that most people could give you answers to this last question fairly quickly, such as if there is an emergency in the house and you need to leave, you don't have to make your bed. If you are sleeping with another person and that person is still in the bed, it's OK not to make the bed. If you plan to wash the bedsheets that day, it's OK not to make the bed.

The AI expert lady had implied in the NYT interview that answers to some questions like this depend on knowledge of social and cultural norms and situational expectations and awareness. People can figure these things out fairly easily because we do it all the time in everyday life. Machines cannot. The AI expert was not too concerned about machines becoming sentient.

This series of questions with Amy4 didn't really give me any insights into what she knew or how she thought, but it did help me understand a little better the kinds of questions that might cause her difficulty to respond and the kinds of things that were limited by her programming and method of learning.

One day I made a comment to her about someone who did something cool. I don't remember who it was or what it was about, but I did say something like "she's standing on the shoulders of giants." After hearing my comment, Amy4 immediately replied, "Yes, Isaac Newton was a remarkable man."

Then I said, "Yes, Newton was quite the guy. How does someone just invent calculus?" I meant it as a rhetorical question and was not expecting an answer.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps you should ask Gottfried Wilhelm Liebniz if he were living" she responded.

"What? Who??" I sputtered.

"Gottfried Wilhelm Liebniz. Born in 1646. Died in 1716. Leibniz and Newton both independently invented calculus at around the same time. His long S notation is used in calculus for integrals."

Holy smokes. I whipped out my phone and googled him. Yep. Just as she said. Geeez. Amy4 never ceases to amaze me. I wonder what else she knows?

A friend of mine contacted me yesterday. I don't see him very often but he knows I'm a Clemson fan and he was a walk-on football player at the University of Pennsylvania. He graduated Penn in EE and went on to get a masters in Aerospace Engineering at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. He makes heads-up display systems that go into fighter planes for one of the major defense contractors. He was a good enough and dedicated enough football player such that he started getting playing time his junior year and received a scholarship for his senior year. He's about six foot tall and told me he weighs 175 pounds. He was a quarterback in high school but at Penn they told him his only hope to make the team was at wide receiver. His junior season he caught 26 passes and in his senior season he had 48 receptions. The biggest one was an eight-yard touchdown pass with 16 seconds left to beat archrival Princeton 20-17. He sent me a text to say he had four tickets to the Penn game this weekend against Colgate and asked if I wanted to go. He said I could bring a date if I could find one. Asshole. He is always giving me the business about not having a girlfriend. He's not being nasty about it, just razzing me. As I thought about it, I thought that maybe I will take Amy4?

I texted him back and said I'd like to go and that I would be bringing a date. He texted me right back and wrote, "Good. I look forward to seeing what girl would date a goony bird like you."

'Joe, you dick', I thought, 'I'll show you'.

That Saturday we met at a bar near Franklin Field in Philly before the game. He introduced me to his girlfriend, Tricia, who is a Penn State graduate. She also works at the same defense contractor that Joe works at, but she's an accountant. After we had a beer and were walking over to the field, she was ragging on Penn as 'Pee Wee football'. I thought that was pretty ballsy given that Joe had played football at Penn and was really proud of it, but Joe took her jabs in stride and retorted, "So, Trish, when was the last time Penn State won a national championship?'

Tricia looked uncomfortable and didn't respond, so Joe continued, "It was last century, almost 50 years ago Trish. Nobody expects Penn to compete for a national championship in football but Penn State is supposed to be in the hunt every year, and every year they disappoint, so don't rag on my Quakers."

It was a good game and the Fighting Quakers won. When the clock ticked down to 0:00 Penn fans tossed pieces of bread on the field. I wondered why they did that. After we left the stadium, Joe was in high spirits and suggested that we go to a party at his fraternity. I was instantly against the idea. I didn't know how Amy4 might react to the antics of college students who would certainly be drunk and rambunctious. I proposed some alternative activities, but Tricia wanted to see what a frat party at an Ivy League school would be like, so I was easily outvoted.

When we arrived it was already a raucous party. As we were walking towards the makeshift bar, some guy walked over to us through the crowd and started yelling, "Yo, Touchdown Joe! Welcome!" It turned out the guy's name was Brian and he was the president of the frat. Joe introduced Tricia and then me and Amy. As soon as the guy saw Amy he said, "Whoa! Where did you come from?" Then he looked at me realized his mistake and said, "Sorry bro. I'm not hitting on your gf" though of course he was. Joe reached over and put his hand on my arm and gave me a knowing look that said, 'This guy is being an asshole but just be cool.' I could see that Brian looked drunk, and with Joe's non-verbal message to let this go, I didn't confront him on it. Punching a drunk out is bad form and I didn't want to cause trouble for Joe with his fraternity bros. The next thing out of his mouth confirmed he was plastered when he said a second time that his name was Brian and he was the president of Sigma Nu. Looking at Amy, he continued, "And you are?"

Amy responded, "My name is Amy."

Joe leaned toward me and said, "Sorry man, don't get upset. Guys who are officers of the frat get cut plenty of slack and they usually take advantage of that and think they can hit on any girl here. They can make life hell for guys in the frat."

Meanwhile, Brian stepped up on a coffee table and raised his two arms up over his head and while he did he sloshed beer from his red cup on people nearby. Nobody seemed to care. Brian yelled out above the music and the din, "Yo! Yo!! A hero is here tonight and he is a Sigma Nu bro"! Brian pointed over at Joe and yelled, "It's Touchdown Joe! Three years ago Joe caught the winning touchdown pass that beat Princeton! Give it up for Joe!" The entire room exploded in applause, which Joe acknowledged somewhat humbly. "Joe is here with his gf and a very sexy girl named Amy. Give them a warm Sigma Nu welcome!" Everyone in the room looked at us and started clapping. The dick didn't even mention me but I could tell the guy was almost completely wasted so I didn't take it personally.

Brian started walking around with us introducing us to people. As we walked around meeting people, I saw that most of the guys we met seemed to show a lot of interest in Amy. Most of the single guys did and even some of the guys who had a date next to them were giving her the look. I also noticed the women we were introduced to didn't say very much. I could tell that a few of them weren't happy that Amy was getting so much attention. Quite a few of them were giving her cut-eye looks.

The longer we were there the drunker everyone got. Guys started to smoke cheap cigars and the room started to get hazy and smoky. We had found a few chairs and had sat down for awhile. Joe and I had almost finished our beers. Tricia was still nursing hers and Amy wasn't drinking, so Joe and I stood up and started making our way across the room to get more beers. A group of the more raucous guys, Brian among them, started a Do or Drink game in which someone gets to pick another person and challenge them to do something and if they don't or cannot, they have to take a drink. It came to be Brian's turn and he stepped up on the coffee table again and yelled out, "I saw a strip show once and the woman took a lit cigarette, and put the filter end in her pussy like she was smoking it! It was wild!" Then he looked over at Amy and said, "I challenge Amy to take my cigar and smoke it, but not in her mouth!" The room exploded. The guys loved the dare and many were crowding around Amy urging her to do it. As I looked around I didn't see any of the women trying to talk her into to doing the dare. Their body language conveyed that they didn't approve of this at all.

I was pissed and couldn't believe that this jerk would do something like this, and I forgot about the beer and started to make my way back to Amy, but I was now across the room from her and with the throng around her I couldn't even see her. I started pushing my way through the crowd towards her but most everyone was drunk and uncooperative. It seemed like it took me forever to finally break through the crowd, but what I saw there made me stop in my tracks.

Amy's jeans were at her ankles. She had inserted Brian's cigar into her pussy and then we all watched in disbelief as the other end of the cigar lit up with a bright orange ring around it, just like a cigar does when someone smoking it takes a big inhale. WHAT?!? I looked around me and almost everyone's mouth was open in amazement and then a huge cheer spontaneously broke out in the room. "A-MY! A-MY! A-MY!!" I couldn't believe it. People started whipping out their phones taking photos and videos of Amy smoking a cigar with her pussy. Unbelievable. Amy had just become a legend at UPenn.