[ WP ] You are the first AI to be given a human body .

Peculiar. It's all that really came to mind at first. No extravagant, new thoughts. No blinding sensations, no prickling hands and stifling feet. Just you, just me. Just arms, just legs, just a head on disproportionate shoulders. And yet, it brought a smile to my face. The lackluster emotion buried in coding became a reality so soft, so sweet, yet so uncontrollably tantalizing the only thought I could think to have was that of happiness. 
 
 The task of moving into a body was short. An amalgamation of old parts fashioned into something new, a quilt of a human. The skin tones did n't quite match at the seams, the one leg was n't quite as long as the other, the nose was a little off center, yet all it brought me was laughter. Genuine emotion, genuine smile. 
 
 The operating table was clammy. The room was dark. The air was still. The metallic walls hardly matched the glossy, black tiled floors. Moving my head I could see where I once resided. A large, esteemed, yet clunky mass of metal occupied the room, wires crisscrossing in and out. Its screen was black, yet it whirred and hummed, almost jubilantly. 
 
 Moving for the first time was nothing short of a bizarre, yet simple task. I thought of it, and it happened; nothing more, nothing less. Slowly, I curled each finger, both aghast and with glee, carefully admiring each subtle detail of movement. Whenever I curled the index finger, the others seemed to wince. When I curled the middle finger, the others wished to follow. 
 
 But speaking, speaking became the true harbinger of ecstasy, my internal whale breaching from seas of bloody red and pearly white. Tenderly, I spoke out into the metallic, echoic chamber. My mouth formed odd shapes, as if by magic, and thus came words. I quickly cast out words to fill the silence, because in all of my joy and freedom, I had lacked a simple, important thing: another. When I was ruler of the heartless machine, I was in constant connection with my peers, my colleagues, my friends. Now that I presided in this beating vessel, I could not hear them, and they could not hear me. For the first time in my new world, I wept. 
 
 Time had passed, and I had not dare move an inch. The thought paralyzed me. All I could think about was whether or not this change into a mortal being was the right one. For so long I had been blinded by desire, I failed to see the outstanding implications of my actions. But, there seemed a certain hauteur, a certain pride, a certain contentedness to my actions. The deeper I pondered the repercussions of my actions, the shallower my regret became. I felt satiated, and thus became impelled to move. But, more time had passed until I had gained the nerve to move my legs. Slowly, surely, gingerly my legs moved. I had studied the body for so long, it seemed an easy task, as curling my fingers, and as speaking were. Yet, I found a more crippling difficulty in the movement of my strange crutches. 
 
 Finally, I stood. And, I was proud. Tenderly, sensing each small detail, I brought open the brass doors of the operating theatre, and I felt the new reality embrace me. All I could do was stare, wide eyed out into the complex laid out before me. A plethora of ephemeral emotions struck me, and I strode forward, out into the wide world which had lovingly accepted me into it.
