ArHi OS: K.H.U.S.H.I

Summary: A story set in future. Distant future.

Genre: Romance / Science Fiction

"Rise and shine Grumpy Pants!" Khushi's soft voice floated over his head. Arnav groaned and shifted in his narrow bunk. The state issued bedsheets crumpled around his ankles; he must have pushed away during the night and feeling wetness around his neck, he concluded it was probably another nightmare.

"There is toast, butter and fresh orange for breakfast today." Khushi's voice gently prodded him in an enticing tone.

"Five more minutes, Khushi." Arnav grumbled in response and shuffled in his bed. The stilled when Khushi's words fully sunk into his sleep addled brain. "Wait. What." He sat up suddenly and the lights above his head flicked on with his movement. "There is a fresh orange?" He knew he sounded like a twelve year old fan girl who was told her favorite musician was in town and she had tickets to see them.

He heard Khushi laugh. "I had some stowed away for a rainy day." There was mischief in her voice.

"Or when I wake up from a nightmare, yeah?" Arnav asked morosely.

"Or when a treat of fresh fruit can cheer you up and remind you of home." Khushi replied, somber.

"After three years of being here, a fresh orange represents everything I have left behind." Arnav's response was filled with remorse. Khushi maintained silence at his words. She knew everything about Arnav, of course, as was the protocol. And over the course of time Arnav had opened up and she had become his closest confidant.

"So," Arnav said sliding out of bed and stretching his upper body. "Let's get some breakfast then," he said in as much cheer he could muster. Apart from the station's static noises, Khushi's slight chuckle stood out.

He ate his breakfast alone, like always and thought about the life he left behind on Earth. Khushi had noticed his brooding mood and left him alone to enjoy his breakfast. His thoughts drifted to Payal, his ex-wife was now married to his own cousin. They had both recognized their failed marriage after months of fighting and make up sex - a cycle that had taken them six months to break. When they parted, they had parted with handful of bitter words, strings of failed attempts to fix their marriage and Arnav losing his best friend and his cousin, Akash, during the divorce. During their days of separation, Arnav and Payal had lived separately. Payal and Akash were old friends and their friendship had rekindled in Arnav's absence. It had progressed to something more and into a full blown affair by the time Arnav's divorce was finalized.

Arnav signed up for the Ganymede mission next day.

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When Earth's population hit nine billion, water shortage sky rocketed. Three thousand species of fish became extinct in one year. The United Nations had stepped in and decided to explore neighboring planets for human expansion. Moon and Mars were the first to be terraformed. By the time they were ready for humans to immigrate, the earth's population had hit ten and half billion. If people thought their lives would be better if they lived on Moon or Mars, they were mistaken. Irrespective of where they went, they were all still humans. There was till greed, obsession with power, urge to dominate deep within them to change. When Moon became a hostile ground after an all-out war between Russian and Chinese Mafia, the UN maintained ignorance. No one said they were incorruptible. The UN had then turned their attention completely to the red planet. Instead of making the planet autonomous and a sovereign entity, the UN installed a governance model that directly reported to the UN itself. With military acting as exercisers of law, Mars was a peaceful state where there were very few crimes.

The corporate elite on Earth weren't happy with this arrangement. When they realized capitalism and nepotism didn't have much room on Mars, they expressed their discontentment orally and frequently in front of the UN. With growing discomfort between the two sides, a group of multibillionaires, aristocrats, corporates that funded private research - all pooled in their resources and came up with a plan to build a utopia in space; a world away from the world which promised beauty and luxury along with habitable geography and an ease to terraform. It would house people from all walks of life as long they promised to earn their keep. The plan was ambitious but the vision was achievable.

This time however, they decided to leave the neighbors alone and go a bit more far. They identified Ganymede, one of the Jupiter's moons (satellite) as a place that could most probably host humans. This satellite had huge reserves of salt water under its surface, a magnetosphere and huge deposits of silica. Though it lacked an atmosphere, the science had advanced to a point where lack of atmosphere was an irrelevant factor. With Earth's depletion in Ozone layer and high pollution in predominant cities, the problem was overcome several decades ago. [While rich people retrofitted nanotechnology into their body to fight nature's harshness, the rest of society stuck to cheaper technologies or medication or took the tunnels to avoid unnecessary exposure. It wasn't as if the Earth had gone rotten. It just wasn't healthy for a person to be exposed to earth's atmosphere to hours at length.]

The UN was obviously irritated with the plans of private citizens but they had no leg to interfere in their business as the international space program was privatized more than a century ago. No one really had a monopoly on space travel. They took it in their stride and offered their resources if and when these corporate elites or the GSC [Ganymede Space Corp] needed.

Arnav Raizada was born into a family of scientists. He was a fighter pilot, mission commander and on board scientist for the UN before he retired from the organization due to difference in their opinions. The failing marriage had come at the tail end of his career as a piolet and within months he found himself without a job or without a wife. His best friend who worked in jet propulsion labs with the GSC, Aman, had told him about the first solo mission that GSC was planning on. Arnav had applied to the job the day after his divorce with Payal. For a muted moment, he was happy they hadn't had any kids between them. It's not that neither had the ability or the capability to raise a child but with the kind of animosity that had developed between the two, the child would probably resent both him and Payal for the rest of their lives.

After beating eight hundred applicants and several rounds of psychological evaluation, Arnav was selected for the solo mission. He had shared half a dozen oranges, his favorite fruit, with his best friend Aman. The fruit was only few decades away from being completely extinct as the artificially synthesized flavor was gaining more popularity than the real one these days. On his first day of his training, he met Khushi.

Khushi was eager to know about him as it was decided she would be his only companion during his stay in Ganymede. She was the first in her generation and GSC's pride and joy. Developed in secret, Khushi was an acronym for - Kind Hearted Ultra Sensory Humanoid Intelligence. She was approximately sixty percent human, ten percent organic material and thirty percent nanotechnology. She was an AI [Artificial Intelligence] with evolving and actualizing capabilities. This was not made public knowledge because it was highly unethical to install an AI inside a human. She was given training alongside Arnav so that the two can get familiar with each other and being around for an extended period of time.

Khushi's design was flawless. When Arnav saw his new family photos sent by his sister Anjali with Payal and Akash seemingly in love, his stomach churned. Khushi didn't understand why he was angry at that. It was logical thing to do in a marriage when one or both are unhappy. Move on to the person who makes you happy.

"You won't understand Khushi," Arnav had snarled when she told him about her thoughts regarding the photo in her usual monotone. "You are a Robot."

Arnav's face had fallen at Khushi's discomfort. "I am not a Robot. I am a humanoid." They hadn't spoken about it again.

Over the weeks Arnav noted that Khushi's monotonic voice had changed. There was handful of emotions he could identify in her voice: sarcasm, sass and mockery being the reigning traits.

Arjun, Khushi's creator was thrilled at this progress.

"She is learning it by seeing our interactions man. No one is giving instructions to her. She is evolving." Arjun said, watching at the screen that displayed Khushi's newly formed neural networks. "This is going to change the world," he said happily, looking at Khushi who was prodding pineapple Jelly with her fork and laughing when it wiggled.

"But Arjun," Arnav said gently, "She is not exactly human, is she?"

"Why is she not?" Arjun jutted his chin stubbornly. "Because some part of her doesn't match human? Is it because her mind isn't entire human? What's so great about human mind that has made you so superior?"

Arnav waited for a moment and then smiled. "I can dream." After a beat he asked. "Can she?"

Arjun fixed him with a steely look. "How sure are you that she can't? Four months ago she didn't know what sarcasm was let alone induce it in her voice."

Arnav didn't have a response to that.

"You don't have to best of friends or whatever Arnav," Arjun said wearily. "Just don't go out of your way to make her feel she isn't a human. Please." He begged.

"Yes." Arnav said momentarily horrified at Arjun's implication. "It won't happen again." He promised. Arjun had breathed a sigh of relief.

Four days later, Arjun was found dead in his lab, all data regarding Khushi wiped clean from servers. Khushi, for all practical purposes, was independent of Arjun's control. Before he had taken his life, he had fully integrated Khushi's AI to the ship Arnav was going to take to Ganymede. In a way Arjun had made Khushi as a system to run this mission. Contrary to his dying wish, GSC saw it as an advantage. They had an AI that could be fully integrated into society, experience the conditions on the satellite as a human but have a practical approach to analyze the experience.

Arnav wasn't happy with this arrangement but he didn't make a huge fuss out of it. He felt being invaded without any privacy for himself on the ship. Once landed, the ship was to be used as a base station from which the rest of the operations on the planet would be overseen. With Khushi being fully integrated into the ship, it was easy for the Earth's base to interact without delay. On the surface everything looked neat and fully organized. He got along with Khushi very well and she knew all his habits. They worked splendidly as a team yet there was a small feeling nagging in the back of his mind. He had caught Khushi looking at him with an expression he couldn't decipher - as if she was cataloguing her actions. When caught, she quickly changed her expression to one that of polite indifference or one with a smile.

They had landed in Ganymede little less than three years ago without fanfare. Though it was an exploratory mission, there were benefits promised the investors. Even if they couldn't terraform the land for human use, the investors were interested in harvesting planet's unique silica which they realized would advance science by several centuries. Iron was simply a bonus in this equation.

In two years, GSC had sent half a dozen more flights to Ganymede when Arnav had sent his initial planetary analysis report. The drones that GSC had deployed the moment the ship had landed, had finished scouring entire planet and sent images back to Earth periodically. Khushi documented these images and started giving them names - names that were once great historically before history was deemed unimportant to teach or talk about. GSC found it funny when and continued to encourage her to give more and more exorbitant and scandalous names. The GSC ground staff and geologists got a kick out of it much to the horror of the UN. GSC top brass maintained a jaded appearance towards the whole thing, cheering internally at their obvious displeasure.

Now in their third year, the mission was moving towards settlement planning with several teams from Earth settling across the planet. Ganymede now had a population of three hundred people, splattered across the planet for various reasons. The teams and the people represented several investors and the Earth base decided who goes where. Arnav was offered a two year extension which he gladly took as he found himself enjoying the work he was doing. For all the people conducting different studies on the planet, Arnav and Khushi were still fairly isolated from the rest of inhabitants. He still had a year left on his contract and he was already getting employment offers from many companies on Earth to improve their research facilities with the knowledge he had gained on this mission. GSC had increased his salary one and half times and gave him a fully furnished villa on Earth after his first extension. He was sure they would be offering something even more exorbitant from last time if he were to accept the contract extension. Of late he wasn't sure if he wants to do what he was doing now for another two or three years.

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"You are very quiet this morning." Khushi's voice roused him from the daze he was in. Even though the concept of days and nights were very different in Ganymede, they were asked to stick to twenty four hour a day period. This made all their calculation and time keeping easy along with the body clock's needs. Arnav was watching Jupiter lingering in the horizon. It was a sight he never got tired of and made all the things he went through on a daily basis worthwhile. He could see Io in the background; a tantalizing splash of white and blue, playing hide and seek with Europa. He felt some tension bleed from his shoulders as the lack of atmosphere or bright lights made the sky seem darker and the stars shinier.

"I was thinking about yesterday," he said honestly. Khushi's face was unreadable over the blinking lights of the console.

"It's fine." She said flatly. There was no trace of anger in her voice but then again, she wasn't entirely human. Arnav flinched at his thoughts. It was the exact thing that had started an argument between them in the first place.

Khushi wanted to know if he wanted to extend his contract and how he wants to spend money. Arnav had blurted - "do you get paid?" Khushi had given him a disappointed look and retorted sharply.

"I am a person Dr. Raizada. I am no one's property. I don't know why you refuse to accept it even after all these years."

Arnav was left speechless and felt like a humongous asshole to say something insensitive like that. But in all honesty, he didn't actually know about it.

"It's not fine Khushi." Arnav said softly. "I am sorry I said something like that. I didn't know about your arrangement and you never volunteered any information. Even then it was an inappropriate thing to say. I am sorry." He said sincerely.

Khushi shrugged. "It's okay," she said and squeezed his arm. Arnav used all his will power not to flinch away from her touch. There was an increasing frequency in Khushi initiating physical contact. There were some odd touches when she passed him in hallways. She ruffled his hair when they were playfully arguing about some obscure historical event. She pinched his cheeks when his sister Anjali brought up an embarrassing memory. Arnav didn't pay much attention to it in the beginning and didn't give much thought. Now, the touches had started to linger. In moments like these, Arjun's words would come and haunt him. What's to say she cannot change?

The downside of the situation was that there was no one he could talk to about this. Khushi was a person and was also a ship. If he were to make a call, as per protocol it was recorded. Though Khushi wouldn't have access to his private server, it isn't impossible for her to get into it and go through his personal communication. Not that he had anyone to talk to. He trusted Khushi to keep him safe and healthy. He trusted her with his life. But he hadn't reached the point to trust her with his thoughts. If Khushi knew about it, she never mentioned it.

"I am the first and last of my kind, you know? My creator, Arjun, destroyed the science behind me. I guess that makes me special." Khushi said melancholia evident in her voice.

"All of us are special in our own way Khushi. You are even more so," Arnav said, surprised at Khushi's emotion.

"Arjun may have destroyed my research but it isn't impossible for scientists to reverse engineer and develop more humanoids like me." Khushi said in nonchalance. "I hear Germans have already made a prototype."

Arnav made a noise of distress. "I agree that Arjun made you and gave you a capacity to evolve. How you evolved was totally you. Irrespective of what happens in the future of science with respect to humanoids, you will always be Khushi. You will always be unique. You will always be special." Arnav said. Khushi surged forward and hugged him. Resting her forehead in the crook of his shoulder, she let out a shuddered breath and let blinked back her tears.

Arnav chilled at her response. He swallowed the panic that was rising in his chest and maintained his breathing. Khushi would immediately notice if he experienced any physiological changes. He let his arms loosely wrap around her waist and waited it out. Few moments of existential crisis later, Khushi stepped back and looked at him from beneath her eyelashes.

"I am sorry. I am being overly emotional today." Khushi said, looking at her feet.

Arnav lifted a shoulder in weak shrug. "Don't worry. You were only being human."

Khushi looked up and fixed him with her tear filled eyes. Arnav's treacherous mind wondered if the tears were real or it was some organic material stored in her body that was released as result of some biochemical reaction. But that's precisely what happened in humans too. So how was Khushi any different? Because her brain is a complex man made machine that someone can easily access if they know how to. The same treacherous voice in his mind was back. After spending these years with Khushi, he had come to know more about human physiology than he ever did.

"Thank you," Khushi said without any conviction in her voice. Arnav simply nodded and began to get ready to go to the field.

The time they spent on field was filled with necessary conversations, communication to earth base and idle talk about potato vegetation that was growing very well on a station they had set up. Arnav looked at the plants with pride, the water from the planet giving enough nutrients for the plants to grow. Khushi removed a pouch from her suit and handed it to Arnav. "Go ahead and open it." She said joy evident in her voice.

Arnav opened the airtight pouch to find some seeds. He looked at her questioningly. "It's for an orange plant." She said.

Arnav bit his lip to avoid grinning like a lunatic. But his cheeks couldn't withhold the happiness he felt and he grinned fully, his eyes shining.

"This is...how did you?" He asked.

"I placed a request for this almost twenty months ago. I wasn't sure they were going to send it at all. The shipment the Canadian team brought in yesterday had this in our manifest." Khushi replied with a grin matching Arnav's.

No person in his life had made such a thoughtful gesture. He was overwhelmed at her thoughtfulness and shoved the negative thought that was slowly budding in retaliation.

"Thank you." He said heart full.

She shrugged and pointed him towards the empty slot on the ground. "Plant it there." She said. She had already made a place for this plant in the middle of potato patch. Arnav removed his suit in this controlled environment and proceeded to do some gardening.

Arnav collapsed on dining room chair after finishing tasks for the day. He had finished final update call to his commander on Earth base which essentially marked end of the day. He still had to finish some analysis in the lap and reports to finish. Khushi was busy archiving the day's findings and was collating data sent by other stations in Ganymede.

Dinner was a subdued affair. Khushi kept talking through intercom while he ate as she was situated on the other end of the ship. Arnav came to a startling realization that if someone did manage to watch the video recording of this morning's interaction, they would see Khushi hugging him. A chill ran in his back when its implication hit him. There was high possibility that someone in the Earth's base could leak this video and make a huge deal out of it. Had it been any other woman and if Arnav was having sex with her on the ship, no one would have batted their eyelid at that. They would have cut the feed and ignored it. In his case however Khushi wasn't a woman. She wasn't fully human. It didn't matter his confusion regarding her humanity. Many people on Earth were very clear about her. She was a humanoid. A "borg" as many would call. It was a nasty word to call someone like Khushi as it completely dehumanized her. She wasn't just a cyborg. She was a humanoid with a great capacity to grow, behavioral learning and evolving her mind with everything she learned.

He shoved his apprehension to the back of his mind and plastered a smile fully knowing Khushi was watching him as she did her work. They fell back to their routine of idle talking though Arnav couldn't fully engage.

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Arnav shifted in his bead when he felt something heavy on his side. Blearily he opened his eyes to see Khushi sliding in to his best and yanking the sheets on her.

Arnav gave into his panic. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He hissed. The lights went on and he was taken aback to see Khushi's terrorized face. "What happened?" He asked swallowing the panic, anger and confusion he was facing.

"I had a nightmare." She said simply.

Arnav felt someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. His heart beat faster and his palm started to sweat. "What." He asked tightly.

Khushi snuggled closer to his side. "It was awful Arnav," she said in a hushed tone. "Memories I couldn't recognize or identify. I don't even remember seeing some of those flashes before today. And you know my memory is perfect."

Arnav breathed out slowly and carefully. This was monumental. He didn't know if Khushi was making it all up just so she can have entire human experience or she was genuinely undergoing a transformation that had made human species so unique.

"Can you log them for me please?" Arnav asked. He couldn't bring himself to lie down next to her at this moment before he got all possible answers so that he could investigate it further.

Khushi opened her eyes and looked at him. "I am not lying," she said.

Arnav nodded. "I know. I do want to see the images that you saw and draw correlation to your nightmare and experiences."

Khushi frowned. "I have never seen those images before Arnav. I don't have subconscious which does a passive recording as is the case for you. If I have seen even a glimpse of an image, I won't forget it. I am designed to be that way," she said gruffly.

"It wasn't a request." Arnav played his final card.

Khushi froze. Irrespective being a humanoid and knowing everything that was happening at the base, she still had to follow Arnav's orders. He never really pulled his rank on her and she didn't question his orders. From Khushi's perspective, there was no differentiation between a request and an order. He wondered when the line between a request and an order had started to blur. For Khushi, an order is absolute. A request is debatable and negotiable. And that's a distinction she had started to identify since a year or so ago. Arnav always ensured Khushi knew which is which. In the situation they were in, he wanted to know and Khushi challenging him.

"It's private." Khushi bit out. "You don't let me access your private server. Why should I let you see what's in my head?"

Arnav gave her a doleful look. In the end, all their conversations arrived at this point. "Because it is easier to override your firewalls and access what's in your head." Arnav was getting steadily angry and scared at the direction Khushi was thinking. He didn't want to tell her that she didn't have the right to be private. In fact, no rights existed for her kind.

Khushi looked incredibly small in the fetal position. She looked scared and confused at the things that were happening inside of her core, that they called brain. Suddenly Arnav felt very exhausted. He blamed Arjun for messing with natural order of things, for giving this girl a hope that only left her scared and for not leaving a lick of evidence to understand what was going on in her head.

He slid next to her and tried to stay as far away from her as possible but it wasn't easy to achieve that. Khushi's eyes drooped and she let out an indignant noise before shuffling closer to Arnav and snuggling to his chest.

Arnav didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

The images taken from Khushi's nightmare were surprisingly vague. What's more surprising was, the AI had morphed into a different version of what it was before without Khushi realizing it. As Khushi mentioned, he didn't find those images in any of her memories or in the ship's logs. The images were that of a meadow, a tire swing over a shallow stream and a huge Banyan tree. It was exceptionally vague with its mundane occurrence. He decided to search for the image over world-wide-web and see if he got any hit. It was an exceptionally poor idea but he went along with it as it was the only idea he had that didn't involve him asking for help from GSC. He let out a surprised grunt when the search page threw a result. The exact image was on the screen - as a part of a larger image where several young men and women sat on the banks of shallow stream with smiles on their faces and bottles of beer in their hand. Heart pounding, he explored the image further and found out its location. It wasn't very difficult to narrow the location or its co-ordinates once he found a digital footprint. After fifteen minutes he had the name of a place.

He started searching Khushi's core for the place. If she had somewhere heard the name or had recorded it as a different kind file instead of image, it wouldn't have come up in his initial search. Three minutes later, the search came empty handed. Nope. There was no reference to the place or the description of the place in her core. So how did she know?

He hated Arjun the most at this moment.

"Khushi, may I ask you something?" He asked. Khushi sat up and nodded, asking him to continue.

"How much part of your brain is human?" He asked the question that he should have probably asked Arjun the first time he spoke about Khushi.

Humanoids generally had an AI core and improvised nanotechnology that bridged between mechanics and organic human matter. In general all the sensory organs and the brain were taken over by AI core while most motor functions were based on mechanical skeleton covered by human tissues. Arjun had somehow managed to amalgamate the human brain and AI to behave in symbiotic fashion. Of course Arnav didn't understand the technology used to achieve this but that was the only probable explanation he could come up with. Khushi's AI was reaching out to her human memories and that bridge created nightmares. It was one computer trying to access data from another computer.

Khushi shrugged. "I guess six to ten percentage? Arjun never told me."

"How did he find you? You know where you are from?" Arnav asked, heart hammering.

Khushi shook her head. "I asked. I begged. I even broke protocol, hacked police records and tried to find out how I was. No record of me exists. My DNA doesn't exist."

"That's strange. Every new born is to be registered with DNA database. Without that identification you cannot exist in this world." Arnav frowned. Khushi shrugged again. "Or Arjun made sure that there was no record of you." He said in a small voice.

Khushi hung her head. "I think he implied it once. I was an experiment Arnav. If it were to go sideways, then isn't it best if there was no record of me at all?" Looking at Arnav's fallen expression, she said softly, "It's okay Arnav. I have come to terms with it."

Arnav didn't want to tell her how wrong it all sounded. He didn't want to trigger another battle between her human side and AI side. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wanted to kill Arjun for his desire to become something he never could: God.

"No one else knows this, do they?" Arnav asked fearing the answer already.

Khushi shook her head. "When I first experienced nightmares, Arjun thought AI was somehow corrupted. He made some changes to the program and repressed those memories. He didn't think it would happen again."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Arnav asked in an accusatory tone.

"I wasn't allowed to till I was asked. You gave me an order which I couldn't disobey." She gave him a tiny smile.

Arnav wiped his face with his palm. This was messed up on so many levels. Khushi was truly for all the intent was unique and special.

"You have conflicts." Arnav observed.

Khushi looked cornered for a moment but nodded anyway. "I...feel things." She blurted.

Arnav didn't move. There was a buzzing noise in his ear and he felt heat rush to his head. He took a deep breath and shook his head at Khushi's worried look. "That's...not what I expected to hear." He replied bluntly.

Khushi jerked her head in a nod. "I feel things about...you...us." She clarified.

Arnav felt his heart stutter. The entire conversation was going haywire though Khushi was being anything but truthful. He didn't know how to respond, react or even comprehend her words.

"Oh." He said stupidly when Khushi's expectant face started to falter.

Khushi smiled softly. "You don't understand how difficult it is for me to rationalize these things."

"And the feelings are triggering your memories from residual part of your brain." Arnav added with startling realization.

"Maybe," Khushi said sounding tired. "The person who could have answered all these questions isn't alive and nor is his research. So here I am a creation without a creator's benevolent presence. I will forever linger in this suspended state of being - neither completely human nor an AI; each side trying to dominate other in an eternal tug of war." She sounded incredibly sad and something inside Arnav broke.

He slid forward and took her hands in his. "Do you want to feel?" He asked her. Khushi nodded and squeezed his hands. "Do you trust me?" He asked again, softly with intent.

She nodded easily, making his heart swell. "Okay then." He chuckled to himself for the nervousness he felt. He moved forward slowly and pressed his lips to hers. He felt Khushi squeezing his hands deeply and he let her. He felt her still for a moment before she caught on to what was happening. Her hands relaxed and she slid them from his. She slowly traced his arm with her palm and finally rested her palm at the nape of his neck. He groaned at the feeling and pulled her closer. He smiled into the kiss when he felt her pulse going fast. In that moment she was more human than all the humans he had ever interacted with before. She gave it back to him as good as she received and growled into the kiss when he pinched her side.

This wasn't an end or a solution to the bigger issue at hand. For now, he didn't care

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Simply brilliant! Loved the futuristic approach of story-telling. The constant fight for dominance between human intelligence and AI was very well portrayed. I loved the ending. This is one of the best stories that I have ever read. 😊

Wow that was like wowww😊

future is unknown...i do not want to imagine

This was beyond my imagination and predictions... Gr888!!

K.H.U.S.H.I.
Loved the concept and the depth and the amount of research you put into this OS.
Thank you for the PM.
Keep writing.

Woah the best story I ever read on this genre! My mom is been callin me for the last 10 mins and I was still hooked and tried to finish this story :) very beautiful and I do hope to read more of this genre from you! :D

WOW!! that was simply brilliant...loved it