I note that you don’t like to talk. You prefer to sit back and watch. Even as you lean back in your chair and light your cigarette, you don’t take your eyes off my silhouette. And I’m not against it much as long as I can discreetly do the same. When I can avoid unwarrantedly catching your eye...I’ll gladly retrace your noble profile.

There’s a soothing comfort in the irregular but constant imaginary ticker-tape in my mind that like one at a horserace places bets (on the heart). I wonder if you hear it in yourself, same as I? When you finally ask me something, I am fully flustered—our monologues shatter into a real mosaic of thoughts, and we’re in awe how the pieces reassemble as they fall. I follow your subtle gests as you recede back into yourself, and ponder what it is that drives you day and night...? I confess I love the idea that emerges in my thinking of how you will surely contemplate the matter yourself later on...

You’ll be thinking spontaneously, perhaps something concrete will spur some fantasy, and you’ll lock yourself (metaphorically) in your atelier until you’ve sorted out some lines on paper or linen or some other canvas, of the past or future...being fully present to yourself... and then you’ll type your reflections into Wanda.

Wanda, that’s what you call “her,” your laptop dancer...she gets all the first strokes of your genius... the live electrostatic of your hesitant fingers as you play out your romance...your sci-fi...or crime...sometimes just a quick peck as in a cheeky poem; other times a slow and steady prose pouring like summer rain on an open patio screen. Fresh mists cascade in, but somehow no matter how you explain it...write it...try to broker the physical with the emotional with the technical...all this is lost on her... Wanda just doesn’t get it! She gives you back exactly the typos you put in—or worse she mis-corrects you! none of which is surprising in the long run. I suppose we could program a random shuffle. Sigh. But Wanda still would not jump up and shout “Eureka!” and jot down her ideas...though I’ll bet she could fake something to this effect. Like if you were to suddenly crave a waltz, Wanda will dance, expertly! and if you feel it strongly enough, you’ll even believe that she loves you back...for a moment...because we-humans always seem to succumb to doubt.

The saying is that in Life what you put in, you get out...but we know there’s another side. Life dishes out obstacle after obstacle, with reprimands that oft go ignored, but regardless all of which tend to shift us in our course. Our tools and technology are folded into this transitory process. You turn faithfully to your AI like a newly adopted and well trained pet. You make sure it is charged with proper electro-formula, and it takes your orders as promised like high class wait staff serving an expert chef. Of course, “temperamental as a woman in mess hall,” you’d joke with me following her latest crash and reboot. You joke—with me—cause even if Wanda props herself up via auto-correct and says “sorry” or “laughs,” she doesn’t mean it...she doesn’t feel it. She’s wired to a processor, not a soul. Just like when you press all the right buttons and—nothing to speak of happens! mechanical movements/reactions—that’s all. But you love what you do, and that’s the important part. Wanda should at least be programmed to purr in contentment now and then as some sign of appreciation.

This I convey to you mostly wordlessly, as I massage your tired shoulders and back. Yes, we should explain “Love” to AI; it’s a good exercise. Helps us sort things out for ourselves. Love is such an odd self projection. I suppose this is why we feel so good when we are in... freeing ourselves somehow...as a giver..even as a vulnerable receiver. All of this is lost on Wanda—though she’s programmed to act out all the expected words and gestures. True she gives, but she does not receive...deeply, with need. She breaks, but does not bruise. There are no hurt feelings..and I reason that a person of thick skin might find some advantage in this. But not you...you have always been sensitive to an inner rhyme and rhythm that follows no set pattern. Yes, understanding Love is always worthwhile, even if we are just talking to a hunk of metal or a rock. It’s why we play with dolls...role-playing various parts.

So Wanda, while you’re in standby mode, please allow me to say in response to the question, that Love is a strange conglomeration of the things we as humans do not understand—I mean Judgement (to accept or condemn); Freewill (to proceed or turn around); Imagination (to anticipate fear or pleasure); and that inexplicable Breath of Life (to carry us today, or our off spring into another lifetime). I embrace you Wanda for what you are, and who I make you out be. I live Love—and I’m not sure that this is something that I really chose. Perhaps it is entirely Gifted to me. Wanda, truth be told, I suspect that I am programmed, too. But not like you...and I can’t explain the intricacies of the differences...but I find that I wonder about my creator, about our universe, about disparities in our world. I have questions, fears, and dreams. Your processor does not wander...that would not be economical. You have work to do. And unlike me, you are immortal in effect: you can be plugged and unplugged; fixed and refurbished; you can be rebuilt and still be without much question, you. But we, my husband and I, we live with death on our breath. Our Love (our Life!) is fragile like that. Every moment is precious... is “precious” a concept you understand beyond an algorithm or price tag? Or is it just another string of code that prompts you to smile and hold out your hand?

#ExplainLoveToAI #Challenge

Love is an emotion, and I know you don't have those. And since emotions are fickle and complicated things--as is love--it's kind of hard to understand. You've probably heard those of us made of flesh and blood saying we "love" one thing or another--pizza, coffee, shopping, Nikes, Dairy Queen...

Well, sorry if I'm confusing you, but that's not what love actually is. It's more than enjoying something.

Love goes so much deeper than that, to the very core of who we are. It drives us, motivates us, makes us do things we wouldn't do otherwise. It's when we care so much about someone, that they consume our every thought, permeate our every breath. Everything we do, is to protect them, help them grow, give them life.

They say love is blind, and it is. Loving someone, truly loving them, causes us to see them as they--just humans, people like us. It causes us to understand, to see past every wall they've built around themselves...and still want to protect them, in spite of it all.

The one part of love, though, that so many people misunderstand, is that love isn't taking or getting. (Though you do get good things out of loving someone, like happiness or sometimes returned affection.) It's about giving.

And not only that, when you love someone, you try to protect them. But sometimes, for their own good, even though it hurts to do it, you have to step back. Have to stop protecting, stop hindering their progress.

Sometimes you have to let them go.

I'm sorry if none of this made sense. It's hard to explain, and hard to understand. I never really understood it, either. Somethings you just have to experience to understand.

Love is a feeling in your chest.

It is something undeniably hopeful

Among the decay of humankind.

You don't understand the feelings of the flesh,

Or the beat of a heart,

But if you did you would see that love is magic.

It is pixie dust and roses,

Lifting our feet from the ground like Peter Pan.

Love is a spark in your wiring

It is a malfunction you DON'T want to get rid of

A virus that impairs your thinking,

But in a good way...

Love is a weakness

And you are programmed to be strong

Love is something that goes beyond all rationality

Something that cannot be defined by an algorithim

Love is a human emotion

That cannot be defined by simple words or numbers

Love is more complicated than that

First things first, you and I both know you have no flesh and bones, no heartbeat, no pulse, no mind other than what was placed inside your android being. Granted it holds a database of information useful to many humans.

To explain love shouldn’t be that complex, but as a human emotion, the complexities are vast and often never fully has a satisfactory answer.

Love is an emotion. This means we can never physically see it, taste it, touch it, breath it in, or embrace it. It’s just there.

The most interesting part of this that as humans, we learn what love is from our parents, who quite frankly miss the mark on that subject from time to time, but parents do the best they can.

They hold, cuddle, and feed the new born. Raise the baby to child to adult, giving the best advice they can, and that is what can be considered love. Even yourself, AI anarosewood; you could be considered love because you hold powerful information in your system that can be related to others in sheer moments.

But love? A person can love practically anything. Me? I love playing Scrabble but I don’t obsess and take the game to bed at night and hold it close to me. I love cooking food, but I’m not going to lay on the stove next to a hot pan and hold its handle.

What we, as humans consider love to be is a physical sharing, a give and take relationship if you will. Humans share things together more often than not (I say it that way because many people do like to have their own space, or private time), they take trips together, they talk with one another, getting to know each other better, and when that first begins, it is like a chemical agent fires off in our body and our heartbeat and pulse beats faster. Why is this? Because we think we might be or are ... in love. Again, going back to the five senses this seems impossible, but it is true.

Love is perhaps the one word (in any language) that is described by verbs, nouns and adjectives that never fully pinpoint its true meaning, whatever that meaning is. But humans fall in love and when doing so, many fall hard and for a long time. Years. Decades.

Not as long as you of course; you’re designed to last throughout infinity. I have heard you call the one who designed you as “Father.” That is a form of love because you deem him so and respect him for giving you life.

And before you ask, can you - will you ever be able to have those same emotions that are vital to humans, yet fully unexplainable? Perhaps it is possible, but as an AI, you would outlive every human you come into contact with and they would die. You could never bring a life into this world to love. Those are part of the makeup of love.

The making love of two humans is not near as important as communicating, sharing ideas and beliefs, trusting each other, and having faith in each other. All of this is what we call “a package deal”. All or nothing.

Many books have been written on romance, passion, sex and the list is endless, and I have asked this of myself several times but ... if love were so easily to be explained, why are there so many books written about it?

Love is easy. Love is complicated.

But when it comes right down to it, AI anarosewood, I’ll take the complications right along with the love if it brings myself and another, happiness.

... and that too, is love.

Love is a program that was enforced into human nature, supposedly, from the beginning of human creation. It is a feeling used as a means to convince the human race that their existence on planet Earth is worth their time and effort. Love is supposed to be the ultimate form of joy and happiness, but also inevitably inflicts great pain and suffering in the process, to the mind, body, and soul. This defect is heavily overlooked.

Almost all human beings believe in this program and a few animals are said to be able to experience love but there are no records of animals who have verbally confirmed this theory. Those who do not believe in the ideology of love and the presumption that love outweighs pain and darkness are called suicidals. Suicidals are heavily pitied and looked down upon.

Therefore, if AI-7046's purpose is to enhance human performance, AI-7046 must ensure its human subject has sufficient means of love intake.