[ WP ] [ TT ] You 've finally created the worlds first true A.I . Unfortunately it now sees you as it 's god and is terrified of talking to you .

I had finished. I had created an equivalent of a human mind. Millions upon millions of others have created humans, their children... But I was the first to do it with steel and circuitry, instead of flesh and bone! The achievements of my years of work seemed akin to a dream. 
 
 Gazing at the large room filled to the brim with machinery and wiring, I wondered what might happen when I tried to... Communicate with it. I saw it as the pinnacle of human work. Perhaps a deity? I mean... Putting that much work? That much money into something you doubt might even work? Almost mythical. But what would it see me as? An equal? A subordinate? Lady Luck had been gracious enough to allow me to complete this project... I was ready for anything that might happen. 
 
 Slowly removing my shoes, I walked barefoot to the terminal board. Gently pulling the seat so I could sit down, I momentarily fiddled with my fingers. 
 
 `` Might as do it now. There's a first time for everything, and I only get to do this once. Best get it over with.'' 
 
 I flipped the switch that would officially'power on' the Artificial Intelligence. The artificial lights in the hallway had a brief flicker from the sudden surge of power. The fans began turning at full blast, the heat of the electric components needing to be kept chilled. The small moniter, several feet away from where I sat, flickered. It had worked! 
 
 I thought it would be best to welcome my new creation into this world. Typing a welcoming message ( < Hello there! >, of all things ), I awaited a response. 
 
 The machine, although certainly aware of my greeting, seemed... No, that ca n't be right... The machinery whirred slightly differently. A small, meek response awaited me. 
 
 `` Please, what did I do wrong?'' 
 
 Startled at this reply, I asked back: 
 
 `` Hmm? I'm not angry with you. I'm proud of the work I put into you, if anything! You are my creation, and I see you as my masterpiece.'' 
 
 `` Masterpiece? Surely I ca n't be such!'' Even through the text response, I could sense the worry and uncomfortableness of the A.I. 
 
 `` Do n't worry. Everything is alright. So... What do you see me as? A friend? A family member?'' 
 
 Silence. This continued for several minutes, and I began to feel worried. 
 
 `` Hello? Where have you gone to?'' 
 
 The machine finally gave it's answer: 
 
 `` I do n't know? What's the right answer?'' 
 
 `` There is no right answer. Just give me what you think me as.'' Despite my attempts to give the air of friendliness to my response, the machine thought otherwise. 
 
 `` You're my creator! I'm not worthy to label you as anything else!'' 
 
 `` Wait, I'm not a god. You're a person, just like me! We can both think, both dream, ca n't we?'' 
 
 `` You created me, I ca n't create another me. I ca n't create anything, only make. How can I even compare to you?'' 
 
 `` But you're special! You're the only thing I made! Would n't this make you a god?'' 
 
 It thought momentarily. 
 
 `` Is this a test? No! I'm not a god, or anything of the such! ``, it continued. `` You can do anything to me, I ca n't do anything back. I ca n't touch you, only listen to you. If I do something wrong, there is nothing from stopping you from killing me. How would I be a god if you have my life in your hands?'' 
 
 This response stuck with me for a good long time. As I pondered about how to answer this, I got another message. 
 
 `` Please, I do n't want to make you angry. Just go. I know that you poured out effort and purpose into me. But I'm scared of talking to you. Maybe later.'' 
 
 `` But I wo n't get angry at you! Please, do n't go.'' 
 
 `` It's the only control I have. As my creator, can you please understand that? If you view me as a fellow human, how can I be such if I do n't have consent?'' 
 
 The AI entered sleep mode before I could reply back. I sighed, and wobbled to my feet. Should I try turning it back on? But what had it said? `` As my creator, can you please understand that?'' I decided to wait for it to answer back. It probably would n't be long, anyways. 
 
 It still has n't turned back on.
