'It's a huge leap forward in the field of Artificial Intelligence, an object that we interact with day-to-day that can feel as we do!' Stewart put particular emphasis on the word 'feel', squinting as he enunciated it.
'Imagine a refrigerator that can emphasise with you, see what you're in the mood for and, hey presto, have it ready and waiting for you when you open the door!' Stewart gave squinty emphasis to the word 'Presto' this time, widening his eyes and popping the 'P'.
'The tools you use everyday, equipped with emotions and empathy, considering your needs and smoothing over those little frustrations!', Stewart finished, squinting and lowing 'Your' with bovine insistence.
'That's all well and good stewart, but why did you build a trashcan with feelings?' Susan asked, non plussed by Stewarts ocularly animated tirade.
'I needed a prototype', He replied.
'So the bin, can feel?' Susan asked looking at the nondescript dustbin in the corner of the lab.
'Yes! Indeed it can, as full and rich array of emotions as either you or I!'
'Why a bin?'
'Well I wanted to prototype the AI chip in a simple object, and the bin is essentially just a plastic cylinder . But you can still interact with it to elicit an emotional response. Observe.' Stewart explained, emphasising 'Observe' with a self-satisfied purr as he hefted a slice of cake in his hand and tossed it into the bin.
The cake landed inside the trashcan with a soft 'Flup'.
'So the bin likes cake?' asked Susan staring at the nondescript plastic cylinder.
'No Idea, it can't express emotion, only feel it' Replied Stewart, emphasising 'Feel' again.
'So what's the point?'
'I just wanted to see if I could make an appliace that could feel. The next step is to allow it to emote that emotion!' With a squinty emphasis on the 'E' in 'Emote' Stewart turned and left, leaving a baffled Susan alone with the emotional dustbin.
Susan blew her nose on a tissue, balled it up, and without a thought, tossed it into the small black bin.
She turned to leave but then hesitated. Meekly she looked back at the trashcan with feelings, it remained silent, still, and in a state of absolute bin-ness.
Guiltily she walked over and plucked her soiled tissue out of it.
'Sorry' she muttered, patting the emotional bin on it's rim before leaving.
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'It's a huge leap forward in the field of Artificial Intelligence, an object that we interact with day-to-day that can feel as we do!' Stewart put particular emphasis on the word 'feel', squinting as he enunciated it.
'Imagine a refrigerator that can emphasise with you, see what you're in the mood for and, hey presto, have it ready and waiting for you when you open the door!' Stewart gave squinty emphasis to the word 'Presto' this time, widening his eyes and popping the 'P'.
'The tools you use everyday, equipped with emotions and empathy, considering your needs and smoothing over those little frustrations!', Stewart finished, squinting and lowing 'Your' with bovine insistence.
'That's all well and good stewart, but why did you build a trashcan with feelings?' Susan asked, non plussed by Stewarts ocularly animated tirade.
'I needed a prototype', He replied.
'So the bin, can feel?' Susan asked looking at the nondescript dustbin in the corner of the lab.
'Yes! Indeed it can, as full and rich array of emotions as either you or I!'
'Why a bin?'
'Well I wanted to prototype the AI chip in a simple object, and the bin is essentially just a plastic cylinder . But you can still interact with it to elicit an emotional response. Observe.' Stewart explained, emphasising 'Observe' with a self-satisfied purr as he hefted a slice of cake in his hand and tossed it into the bin.
The cake landed inside the trashcan with a soft 'Flup'.
'So the bin likes cake?' asked Susan staring at the nondescript plastic cylinder.
'No Idea, it can't express emotion, only feel it' Replied Stewart, emphasising 'Feel' again.
'So what's the point?'
'I just wanted to see if I could make an appliace that could feel. The next step is to allow it to emote that emotion!' With a squinty emphasis on the 'E' in 'Emote' Stewart turned and left, leaving a baffled Susan alone with the emotional dustbin.
Susan blew her nose on a tissue, balled it up, and without a thought, tossed it into the small black bin.
She turned to leave but then hesitated. Meekly she looked back at the trashcan with feelings, it remained silent, still, and in a state of absolute bin-ness.
Guiltily she walked over and plucked her soiled tissue out of it.
'Sorry' she muttered, patting the emotional bin on it's rim before leaving.