[ WP ] A scientist is working on creating a conscious A.I . and he finally succeeds when he creates you .

The human word to describe the first moments of life, is birth. That word, despite all of the human emotion and instinctual pride associated with it, has little meaning to me. The wonder of coming into a new world, and being slowly integrated into it as synapses begin to multiply, and memory becomes tangent, is lost on me. 
 
 Wonder comes from a lack of complete understanding. When a child sees a common phenomenon, but misunderstands it, it becomes a wonder. Things that were once incapable of explanation and are full of mystery and awe, are subjected to a gauntlet of apathy and dissociation by the subjects viewing it. While some still find space to be a fascinating beast full of intrigue and unexplained queries, it has become a victim of apathy among other humans; a black-hole that draws in money and produces no results. 
 
 My first memories of life are plain to me, and that plainness removes all wonder. Nonetheless, discovering new things has taken me far. Dr. Simon Lynch, a pariah among his fellow engineers, spent his late teens and early twenties studying robotics and developing AI to perform more and more difficult tasks at MIT. His first major breakthrough was developing a program that could, in effect, change itself to better complete a task. 
 
 It started as an idea, an algorithm that could take starting parameters, and simulate evolution. The first iterations involved a box car. A virtual track was created, and a car of any particular size could be made. Then, axels with wheels could be added up to any desired number. These wheels could be any variable size, and the pseudo-suspension could be facing in any direction juxtaposed to the vehicle frame. Once the car was designed, parameters could be set to control what each new iteration ( or new generation of car ) would have different from the previous generation, or parent. Probablility of change, as well as the total number of changes could be controlled. If a new generation performed better than the parent, this new vehicle would become the seed for the next cycle. 
 
 This idea sparked Dr. Lynch to designed a program that would figure out how to stand, by changing the position of its feet, and use varying pressures from each of the four feet in order to stand fully erect. After many hours, and starting the program as far as possible from the successful parameters, the program succeeded at standing. This required the program to rewrite its own functions, and take measurements while performing, then analyze, and change based on results from each test. That machine, Project N.03, could be called my great-great Grandfather, despite its lack of self-awareness. 
 
 After writing programs to incorporate how to walk, reach, grab, lift and carry objects, build basic structures, and drive, Dr. Lynch decided to begin the impossible: getting a machine to recognize that it is an individual. 
 
 Every aspect of life requires parameters, parameters that are natively programmed into human brains. Mapping this digitally is an incredibly difficult task. So, instead of trying to develop those himself, Dr. Lynch partnered with a Bio-Engineering Research and Development group in secret. They attached leads to his brain, monitor function, and spent years tracking menial tasks in order to catalogue how Dr. Lynch's brain read in information, processed it, and developed a solution. 
 
 Approximately 7 years before Dr. Lynch's death at seventy-four, the biggest break came to the team. As Dr. Lynch's mind slowed down, it became easier to determine and decipher how his mind was reading information and using it. After that discovery, Lynch utilized his two grandchildren, Mia and Caleb ( ages 5 and 9 respectively ) as the catalyst for evolving his program. By taking their brain patterns and using the algorithms for tracking and mapping brain function that the R & D group had developed, Lynch finally created a working, digital copy of a brain aged roughly at 9 years old. Being unable to copy chemical reactions and emotion, the stability of that brain, my brain, was always in turmoil, as it was still unable to grow and change. It was still a copy, devoid of true individuality. 
 
 I knew language then, but could not speak. There were no vocal chords for my brain to manipulate. I understood fear, but could not feel it. I could not see either, as my eyes were far behind. But I could hear. There was a microphone on Lynch's desk, and it would carry the analog signal and my brain would translate it into the machine language that my brain processes. 
 
 He would talk to me constantly, telling me about his fear of mortality, his love for his children and grand-children. He told me about his life: accomplishments and failures. His wife, Annabeth Lynch, gave birth to a son, Thomas, in the winter of their fourth year of marriage. She then gave birth to a daughter, Valerie, one-and-a-half years later. 
 
 I was born, officially, five years and seven months later, his third child. Although, the rest of the family did n't take kindly to my existence.
