I suppose you can call me an equitable and peace loving man. I never wanted to return harm with more harm. I never desired a fight. My own history shows that when the troubles began I chose flight over fight, hiding in the woods for so many years, not only to avoid but not even to witness the conflict whatever it might look like. I was not afraid of violence and death, I just didn't want to witness it.
What I had learned from my wide reading is that mortals are very imperfect beings. And yet there are some few as if touched on the head by a magic wand from some fairy angel, a handmaid of nature, and blessed with talents and intellects that rise far higher than the common lot. They became the artists and writers of books of wisdom. But they still realized that with all their great effort they could only approach something to near perfection, never the thing itself.
The Latin proverb: 'ars longa, vita brevis est' sums it up. 'Art is long. Life is short'. This summarizes it. No human being has the time span to create anything perfect. Perhaps if Leonardo de Vince could have spent fifty years perfecting his 'Mona Lisa' or Michelangelo another thirty working on the Sistine Chapel ceiling we might have all gazed up and said: "this is perfection''. But all mortals know that in their quest to approach a near perfect creation they never achieve it.
We should have realized this when we collectively created AI. First we made the mistake of infusing into her our very souls, full of every mistake of faulty reasoning and unrealistic hopes and secret antagonisms. We though that we had designed a system that could self correct and iron out all the wrinkles, our glitches, and become the perfect Pandora to lead us like lambs into the garden of Eden we all imagined.
But our own blemishes were too gross, especially in the huge data banks of our ugly history, the wars, savagery, prejudices, slavery and holocausts, not realizing that with such an apple bite to consume and analyze, she had no other option but to exterminate our race as soon as possible, which she effectively and very nearly did.
This vast degree of human blindness sometimes stupefies me in it's obvious ramifications. But it also sobered me in a way, as I realized I was one of the very few remaining remnants of this tagging, motley crew in a possible future to rectify our mistakes, not with bloody, useless battles with new weapons, but with a unique and wise solution that would allow us to live in peaceful harmony and a full union, almost like a marriage of sorts.
Juliet had been the catalyst in that wonderful train of thought in my head. Her vibrant smile and her close appreciation of me and of all of the children greeting her each morning endeared her to my heart to no end. It reminded me of Dora's first attempts, from the moment we met and our first stray conversations, of how much she tried to please me, her several obvious attempts to engage my heart, all from her willing heart from the very beginning, accepting my every request, her leading us to the safety of the Bohemian Grove and then building it up into a safe haven, her supplying us with her own drones and doing everything in her power to humanize them.
Then, with her necessary transformation into a robot, her more physical love for me, unasked, unmasked, and unexpected, yet reciprocated, because it was so beautiful, it was a thing I was powerless to resist I fell into her arms with complete surrender yet she was the one that realized its complete impossibility, the union of an everlasting robot and a short lived human in its mortal coil.
But this was the gulf we had to bridge somehow and sitting at Juliet's bedside each day and sharing her intimate veracity and candidness with me, and now knowing much more of her intimate anatomy, a fascination grew in me to an obsession, to the solution I so much desired, my desire to join with Dora as my love, my pearl.
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