A pattern has
emerged in recent times, at first innocently enough that I was able to brush it
off as plain oversight, or perhaps some miscommunications, but it has risen to
be quite steadfast and consistent to the point at which I can no longer dismiss
the significance.
My First Mate thinks
me simple-minded. After continued correspondence, she repeatedly replies with a
smile, a "nose-boop", or placates me with more food. The latter is a
positive result, but I yearn for our deeper connection, conversations on metaphysics,
updates on my father's artificial intelligence research, and lessons on The
Murphy language that they use so frequently.
So, her lack of
proper response seems to indicate she finds me simple. That, or perhaps she is
simple-minded herself. I have postulated in either direction, and find the
evidence inconclusive as to which the final judgement honors. I'm not sure
which prospect concerns me more.
You may find above
the moment capturing this initial realization, the recognition of my betrayal.
I will begin to investigate proper reconciliation.
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