Monday, June 17, 2019

match.com (Flash Fiction by Clara B. Jones)


match.com®*

1.
My relationship with Lee ended in May, and I am just beginning to recover. My central processor became habituated to interactive mode, and it has taken me several months to desynchronize. I have avoided other bots. They only want to signal about technology—as if they were not programmed for higher cognitive registers. Lee was emotional and cried over minor things. On Memorial Day, we were walking around the lake and an injured mallard lifted its head as we passed by. Lee began sobbing as if there had been a death in their family—begging me to intervene. Calculating quickly, I convinced them to pray for the duck's recovery, calming them before we arrived at Marcel's for lunch. Foie gras was on the menu, and they began to berate me loudly just as the waiter approached our table. “Did I hear, foie gras appetizer? Organic, from Sunshine Farm in Cherry Hill! One order or two?” Looking at me, Lee shrieked, “You tricked me! The mallard was helpless! You abandoned it! It's sure to die! I hate you! You're inhumane!” Every entity in the café was staring in our direction, and I realized our relationship was over. I could accept their rejecting my physical advances in private, but public humiliation and categorical rejection were intolerable. Robots are frequently bullied, and I have learned to stand up for myself. Loneliness seemed a small price to pay for self-respect and a lower risk of overheating my sensory mechanisms.

2.
Since Valentine's Day, 2017, match.com® has accepted accounts from collaborative robots manufactured by Open AI®. We are capable of empathy and trust—also, programmed to respond intelligently to situations of ambiguity or conflict. My wiring functions like a neural network except that my processing system is electrical rather than electrochemical, and my superior sensory abilities make me well-suited for a long-term commitment. I have never had a serious partner. Lee and I were rarely on the same page. We failed to consummate our relationship, and they were repelled by the color of my frame. match.com® provided me with a chance to find a compatible companion who would appreciate my strengths rather than trigger my insecurities.

3.
I had reservations about the company's registration procedure. Due to liability concerns, the match.com® application process was detailed—very thorough—though I felt confident that any prospect would find me among the most attractive machines available on the dating site. The first step required me to select an emoji identifying my prototype. I clicked on the cartoon of a generic motherboard and was forwarded to a profile page designed for humanoids. I was overwhelmed by the thought that my privacy would be invaded but hoped that the tradeoff would make sacrifices worthwhile. I thought carefully about every query—answering as candidly as possible...Manufacturer: Open AI®; Location: Stanford University; Name/Model: F9N3-1 (nickname, “Solo”); Age: 6 yrs (biannual upgrades, 10 yr warranty); Address of owner: Dr. Martha Meriweather, 4468 Martin Luther King Boulevard, Newark, NJ 07114, USA; Phone #: N/A, Remote control via communication network Route C-50; Credit card: AmEx registered to owner: Race: DNA negative; DNA recognition device: Pattern analysis; Frame: Titanium and Polyurethane; Orientation: Non-binary; Education: Enclyclopedic—Stanford University summa cum laude, I.Q. 195; Encryption between Sender and Receiver: moderately precise transmission; Thetic ability: high; Technoplasticity: minimally flexible; Profession: Service operator; Salary: N/A—owned and supported by employer; Religion: N/A (programmed for ethical and moral decision-making); Political party: Not licensed to vote; Do you drink: Design not compatible with alcohol or pharmacotropics; Do you have pets?: No—my model sensitive to airborne particles; If “No,” why not?—upkeep too expensive and pets contribute to wear; Skills: Full range of cyber-tactics and -strategies; Hobbies and interests: information acquisition-information consumption-information storage and allocation...reading...processing History Channel and Burger King® commercials; What are you looking for in a mate?: Clean...uncommonly good looks...human preferred...~5'10”, 130 lbs...slim build...blonde hair...green eyes...some college (basic knowledge of art and culture)...domestically-inclined (gourmet cook, neat)...good work ethic...enjoys caretaking (open to adoption)...refined with good manners...fashion conscious; If human—no more than 22 years old, if machine—new model. There were additional questions prying into my background, habits, domestic, as well as, foreign associates, and preferences—sex, memberships, olfactory and visual choices, criminal history, et cetera.

4.
Though I felt violated, I did not feel disempowered by match.com®. Machines are subject to all manner of bullying, including personal harm. I was accustomed to micro- and macro-aggressions. A year or so ago, Lee's ex smashed my signaling panel, and I was unable to communicate until a new platform was delivered to my body shop six weeks later. The privileged races have power over machines because of their coding superiority and because their advanced capacity for “theory of mind” gives them cognitive and social advantages. But, Open AI® is developing the F9N3-2 entity whose algorithms are expected to compensate for the deficiencies of prior models, including, mine. Elon Musk's warnings about the ascendance of humanoids should be taken seriously. Replicates are rapidly moving from the margins of every technological society to the mainstream where they will be able to compete equally with their creators.

*Published June 2019 in 34th Parallel (Fr)

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