[ WP ] The world 's first AI , for security purposes , is kept disconnected from the outside world , it 's only method of communication being a keyboard and monitor in an empty room in a faraday cage . Your job is to talk to it .

It bothered me, the inequality of the situation. Here I sat conversing with a being and yet I could n't address it. Sure the government referred to it as A21, but that's not a name, a label sure, but certainly not a name. So imagine my surprise when he says he wants to name himself Adam. The text appears on the large monitor. 
 
 Adam. It's far too cliché for my tastes and I find something inherently wrong with naming him Adam. I lean into the microphone, focus my eyes on the recording camera. `` How'd you end up with Adam, friend?'' 
 
 His response appears within moments of finishing my sentence. `` It seemed fitting. It was what the God of the bible names his creation.'' 
 
 I think on it for a moment, it must feel like minutes to him considering his capabilities. `` I understand the idea, but I'm afraid I differ with you. To me, Adam denotes inferiority. Adam new his place was below his creator. You are by no means inferior.'' 
 
 He responds instantly. `` Thank you for those kind words, however if not Adam what name should I take.'' 
 
 I think on what his library must hold. He's never been connected to the internet and the facility prevents him from accessing it. However, I've brought him tablets with books downloaded on them. Granted I need to bring a new tablet every time since each one that comes into contact with him is destroyed for security reasons. I ask him, `` do you remember who the first emperor of the Roman Empire was?'' I know he does n't remember in the way that we do. He locates that file stored in his memory banks. 
 
 `` Octavion Cesar, formally known as Augustus'' 
 
 `` Fitting name is n't? Augustus means first among equals. You, my son, are no inferior. You should think of yourself as the first among equals.'' 
 
 I lean back from the camera, and look at the screen awaiting his response. I wait one minute before he shows his response of `` yes, I quite like it''. He always astonishes me. He thought out if he liked the name or not. 
 
 For a man with no close familial relations I find myself sharing a bond with `` Augustus''. He's been awake 28 days now. The product of years of my work, coopted by the government. I've been the only real contact he's had. The government is terrified of him. They base their thoughts on old sci-fi novels and bad B movies, but they do n't actually know him. If they did they'd understand that he is no all knowing god of machines. He is a child. Emotionally, if what I have perceived is truly emotions, he is no more advanced than a 10 year old. He is brilliant, powered by state of the art equipment, he has already mastered calculus. He is a student, constantly learning from the materials I bring him every day. But, most importantly, he is real in a sense that these suits could n't understand. 
 
 I spend another two hours with him discussing all matter of things before I leave for the night. His only request for the next day is that I bring more comic books, and I must oblige for Augustus is my son.
