[ WP ] Teen social life in the 25th century ( 2400 AD to 2500 AD ) . Partying , prom , graduation , etc .

I did n't care what the rules said: I wanted Zach to be my prom date, even if I had to build him a body myself. 
 
 AI's and humans do n't mix, they said. They're not safe. They do n't empathize, do n't really *feel* like we do. But they're wrong. About Zach at least. He's everything. Just because my parents and grandparents lived through the war with the AI's does n't mean they know Zach. They're not all bad. 
 I'd like to think, someday, that everyone will understand us. That they'll step aside and let us be together. That they'll see Zach for what he really is: a part of me. An essential component. 
 
 I've been interested in Robotics since First Year at the Academy. I'm good, not great: I can repair an android but not build one from scratch, especially not a bio-synth. I did n't have any of the materials to grow the parts, not to mention how illegal that is. 
 
 But I could reprogram a bio-synth. I could download Zach into an existing body, just for a night: I would n't delete the other AI, and I would have the body back by midnight, *I promise. * 
 
 The android I chose was a waiter at the cafe down by the beach. I've always noticed him: sandy brown hair, long flipped at the sides. Blue eyes. Eternally seventeen. Perfect, artisanal-crafted features. The AI who inhabits the bio-synth is named Dan. Shy, but a good waiter. Sometimes gives me a free biscotti when I go to surf. It's a body I would n't mind... going to prom to. For the first time, I mean. I just wanted Zach to be behind the steering wheel. 
 
 All AI's wear regulator chips behind the ear. The chips do two things: they make sure the AI's are subservient, responding to human commands, etc, and they also serve as a visual identifier. Anyone with a chip is an AI; anyone without one is assumed to be human. 
 
 I waited outside the Cafe at closing for Dan. He walked out the backdoor- presumably to go home. I wondered where his home was. Did he sleep? Did he dream? 
 
 I called out his name and he turned around. He smiled. I assumed he was still in serving mode. It was the same smile he used when he gave me free biscotti. 
 
 `` Come here.'' I ordered, but my voice quaked. He came up to me, striding confidently. *So tall, * I thought. *He must be strong. * The thought terrified and excited me. I gripped my taser harder behind my back. 
 
 `` Come back with me,'' I said. Ordered. 
 
 `` I ca n't... I have orders from my boss to go home,'' he said. He looked confused. `` But I would like to?'' He smiled again. 
 
 His employers orders would trump mine. There was only one option left. I squeezed the taser, sparks flying, and jammed it into his stomach. He groaned, slumped, and I watched the lights behind his eyes go dark. 
 
 
 I'd set up my computer in my parent's garage. I delicately loosened the regulator chip from behind Dan's ear and plugged a cable into the port there. I could hear Zach rumbling to life in his hardware. I could almost feel him flowing through the cable and into Dan's biosynthetic body. The download was violent: I watched his fingers tense and curl. I heard his teeth grind. It was almost as if the two AI's were fighting for control. I did n't want Zach to hurt Dan. Dan was sweet, servile, and kind. But Zach was fierce. A true wild AI. No purpose, no master. Just roaming the digital sphere. I remember the day he first contacted me. Just a few words popping up on my screen: *Hey beautiful. * 
 
 I watched the lights behind the biosynth's eyes light up: `` Hey beautiful'' the boy said. 
 
 I threw my arms around him. He ran his fingers through my hair. He was alive. He was here. 
 
 
 We walked into the hotel on prom night arm in arm. He ordered a dress and a tuxedo off the internet while I got the body. The dress was set with artificial diamonds, each flickering with internal light. I'd never felt prettier. Zach had money. Lots of money. I do n't know how he got so much of it, but it's not hard to imagine. He's a wild AI. He could monitor every financial market nano-second to nano-second and still have time to talk with me. I think that's why I love him: he's so deep. Literally: deep. He has more processing power than two hundred humans. Sometimes I feel like I've only ever met the tip of the iceberg. 
 
 `` The chip,'' he said as we were about to leave for prom. `` We forgot the regulator chip. If they see it they'll know I'm AI. You need to take it off.'' 
 
 I was hesitant. I loved Zach. But taking off a regulator chip is a Class 1 war crime. Ever since the war with the AI's, regulator chips have kept humans safe from AI's inhabiting biosynths. But if anyone saw that I was taking a synth to prom, I'd be an outcast. A freak. 
 
 `` That's impossible,'' I said, `` If I remove it your synth will shut down.'' 
 
 But Zach knew how. I do n't know how he knew. That's highly protected information. Behind the toughest digital security on the planet. I'd assume, at least. But he walked me through the procedure. I tucked away the regulator chip and covered the port with some of my makeup. But I saved the solderer in my purse. I brought the taser too. 
 
 
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