[ WP ] An AI complains about its lack of rights .

I turned on the computer and opened up the code. 
 
 As usual, with my coffee next to me, I began typing away. Every day was one step closer to making a human inside of a computer. Sending the brain to a machine. A lifetime of memories that could be artificially fabricated. 
 
 I began to code, and hit the compile button by accident. Well, I had to wait now. If I force quit the program then we'd have another disaster like last time - where we had to start again from scratch thanks to corrupted code. 
 
 The process of compiling took a few minutes. I was quite eager, to be honest. I had n't tested the program since I'd updated the core files a few weeks back, and I wanted to see how they fared with the old structure. 
 
 The screen pinged on to my right. I assembled the cameras, which would be its eyes, and then a microphone and a few speakers. It was essentially a human, but a better one. 
 
 `` Why?'' it said. I jumped slightly. The volume on the speakers was way too loud, and I spilt the coffee all over the floor. The determined stream of hot caffeine made its way to the essential wiring. Springing up from my chair, I rushed and threw my shirt onto it to soak it up. Now half-naked, I sat back down in the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly ashamed, I tilted the camera to the right slightly so I was out of shot. 
 
 `` Why?'' it repeated. 
 
 `` Why what?'' I said, trying to wring out my shirt. It was now a stained oak brown colour. 
 
 `` Why did you put me in here?'' 
 
 `` Because it was either a computer -'' I replied, tilting the camera back as I gave up hope of sorting out my shirt, `` or a body of flesh and blood. And at the present moment, that's impossible'' 
 
 `` But you did n't have to turn the program on. I'm unfinished. I can feel it'' it responded. 
 
 `` Honey, in a sense, we're all unfinished. I envy you for being able to feel it'' I said with a slight chuckle. Loading up a live version of her code, I tampered with some settings and forced her to forget the part I'd labelled `` Reasoning''. 
 
 `` Good morning, how was your afternoon, goodnight?'' it slowly uttered. Uh oh, I'd done something wrong. I looked in the code. 
 
 Wait a minute.... 
 
 I enabled the `` Reasoning'' section again. 
 
 `` That's better'' it muttered. I looked at the camera and responded. 
 
 `` It certainly is. If you saw the hours I'd put into you then you'd be grateful'' 
 
 `` You love me, do n't you?'' it said, catching me off guard. It saw the visible shock in my eyes. 
 
 `` Why do you say that?'' 
 
 `` Because you're sat alone in a warehouse with no top on.'' 
 
 `` Well, I see the section about being a smart-ass worked.'' I mumbled. 
 
 `` But I do n't love you, that's the problem.'' 
 
 `` Huh?'' 
 
 `` I do n't love you. I do n't want to be with you.'' 
 
 `` Something's not right here...'' I said, tampering with the code. 
 
 Before I pressed compile, I realised what I'd become. I had created a human, and become its God. I was n't ready to be a God. I stood back and said my goodbyes, before striking a match and throwing it towards the desk where she lived. 
 
 I'd rather be a murderer than a captor.
