#artificial intellect

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[sbnkalny]

I'm just trying to be rude, sorry if this question

[1000rh]

…in Capital Marx removed all references to mental labour, knowledge labour, and the ‘general intellect’ to replace them with the inventive capacity of the division of labour and the new figure of the collective worker, or Gesamtarbeiter. Following Babbage, Marx adopted the idea that the extended division of labour, rather than science, was the inventor of the machine. In this way, Marx reversed Thompson and Hodgskin’s knowledge theory of labour into the more materialistic labour theory of knowledge, in which forms of labour that are spontaneous, unconscious, tacit, and collective are also eventually recognised as producing knowledge.

– Matteo Pasquinelli, The Eye of the Master: A Social History of Artificial Intelligence (2023)

[the-atrium-of-fools]

Just finished reading The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect and holy shit dude

It's only 8 chapters, and it's sci-fi about AI

CW for pedophelia, rape, graphic murder, child murder, Nazis, drug abuse, elder abuse, incest, cancer, overdose, suicide, attempted suicide, self-injury, decomposition, extinction, unreality and sex scenes which are pretty dry to be quite honest

You should check it out

[anghraine]

Happy Pride ;)

just some hands

[sumitkanth7]

B.Tech in Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning: A Transforming Trip into the Core of Tomorrow’s Technology

Positions like Computer Vision Engineer and AI Product Manager also provide opportunities to work on innovative ideas transforming sectors from automotive to healthcare. Along with great pay and employment stability, these job roles provide the great gratification of helping to create innovative technology influencing the future. Choosing these professions after a B.Tech in Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning ensures a rich and meaningful professional path in the ever-changing terrain of technology.

[jcmarchi]

Eric Evans receives Department of Defense Medal for Distinguished Public Service

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/eric-evans-receives-department-of-defense-medal-for-distinguished-public-service/

Eric Evans receives Department of Defense Medal for Distinguished Public Service

On May 31, the U.S. Department of Defense’s chief technology officer, Under Secretary of Defense for Research and Engineering Heidi Shyu, presented Eric Evans with the Department of Defense (DoD) Medal for Distinguished Public Service. This award is the highest honor given by the secretary of defense to private citizens for their significant service to the DoD. Evans was selected for his leadership as director of MIT Lincoln Laboratory and as vice chair and chair of the Defense Science Board (DSB).

“I have gotten to know Eric well in the last three years, and I greatly appreciate his leadership, proactiveness, vision, intellect, and humbleness,” Shyu stated in her remarks during the May 31 ceremony held at the laboratory. “Eric has a willingness and ability to confront and solve the most difficult problems for national security. His distinguished public service will continue to have invaluable impacts on the department and the nation for decades to come.” 

During his tenure in both roles over more than a decade, Evans has cultivated relationships at the highest levels within the DoD. Since stepping into his role as laboratory director in 2006, he has advised eight defense secretaries and seven deputy defense secretaries. Under his leadership, the laboratory delivered advanced capabilities for national security in a broad range of technology areas, including cybersecurity, space surveillance, biodefense, artificial intelligence, laser communications, and quantum computing.

Evans ensured that the laboratory addressed not only existing DoD priorities, but also emerging and future threats. He foresaw the need for and established three new technical divisions covering Cyber Security and Information Sciences, Homeland Protection, and Biotechnology and Human Systems. When the Covid-19 pandemic struck, he quickly pivoted the laboratory to aid the national response. To ensure U.S. competitiveness in an ever-evolving defense landscape, he advocated for the modernization of major test ranges, including the Reagan Test Site for which the laboratory serves as scientific advisor, and secured funding for new state-of-the-art facilities such as the Compound Semiconductor Laboratory – Microsystem Integration Facility. He also strengthened ties with MIT campus on research collaborations to drive innovation and expand educational opportunities for preparing the next generation of the DoD STEM workforce.

In parallel, Evans served on the DSB, the leading board for providing science and technology advice to DoD senior leadership. Evans served as DSB vice chair from 2014 to 2020 and chair since 2020. Over the years, Evans led or supported more than 30 DSB studies of direct importance to the DoD. Most notably, he initiated a new Strategic Options Permanent Subcommittee focused on identifying systems and technology to prepare the nation for future defense needs.

“The medal is a wonderful and richly deserved recognition of Eric’s contributions to MIT and to national security,” said Ian Waitz, MIT’s vice president for research.

As Evans steps down from his role as Lincoln Laboratory director on July 1, he will transition to a joint appointment as a senior fellow and professor of practice appointment on the MIT campus and as a fellow in the Director’s Office at Lincoln Laboratory. In these new roles, he will continue to strengthen ties between the laboratory and MIT campus and work with DoD leaders.

[thebctman]

I’m going feral over how Mel and Viktor’s parallels with eachother are rooted in magic. Both saw magic as their salvation and their prayers.

Mel is born with magic whereas Viktor sought it artificially. Mel is from privilege and born in wealth. She could see the sky as easily it was to breathe. She grew up in a culture that emphasized on physical strength. Viktor was born in poverty and Zaun’s inability to breathe set his life with a countdown. Zaun also valued adaptability and intellect instead. Mel and Viktor casted aside the mentalities set upon them by their mentors to fight for their own.

Both desired and dreamed to create their own paths with their own ambitions. Both saw and used Jayce as their way to do so.

[ultrachoppedpenguinbouquet]

Artificial Intelligence in the Bible

[jim-fetter-illustrations]

We are using Artificial intelligence (AI) to design human intellect to something it's not and can't even relate to.

Ya know, it seems to me that airplanes are being manufactured cheaper and cheaper to sustain those maximum profits, while consumers are paying the price of safety concerns while flying on a cheaper built aircraft.

This latest Boeing 737 Max 9 incident is a perfect example of that scenario. A piece of the aircraft falls off mid flight on a relatively new aircraft?!?!?!?!?

I remember illustrating a design for the new Boeing 90 engine to print on T-Shirts for the Boeing employees back in 1996. This new aircraft engine used AI (the simulation of human intellect in computers) to design the new aircraft engine that used 50% less fuel and produced 50% less noise, and was designed in 50% less time than any other aircraft engine in history.

Designed with the first of its kind artificial intelligence genetic algorithm,..... A genetic algorithm operates through a cycle of three stages: Build and maintain a population of solutions to a problem. Choose the better solutions for recombination with each other. Use their offspring to replace poorer solutions.

This new artificial intelligence genetic algorithm did it using a large maze with mice in the maze looking for the best pathway to find their food. The computer was given eyes in the form of 70 cameras over the maze to watch the mice go through the maze seeking their food, and when the mice went down a blocked pathway in the maze they would backtrack and choose another pathway to achieve their goal of getting the food.

This taught the computer that when it came to a wall in designing it would backtrack and redesign over and over again to come up with a positive solution instead of just stopping until the human programmer would tell the computer to do something different, and in this way the computer would recalculate over and over millions of times a minute all by itself until achieving a positive result.

This was the birth of designing computers to understand human intellect in the designing process, and do it better and faster than human beings could,.......... as the GE 90 was the first aircraft engine to be designed in 18 months, when all other aircraft designs by human beings took and average of 7 years to fully design.

.......But at what cost are we today trusting computer Artificial intelligence (AI) to make human life better and safer?

Artificial intelligence (AI) is not human by any measure of standard, it's totally logical, human beings aren't.

In wartime scenarios Artificial intelligence (AI) doesn't take into consideration human suffering, pain or life for that matter, it only takes into consideration WINNING THE BATTLE.

Soooooo what makes people think Artificial intelligence (AI) logic for designing aircraft is any different, and the object is to fly from point A to point B cheaper, and airline comfort and safety for passengers is a secondary concern, and why we are seeing airline seating packing human beings into aircraft like sardines for maximum profit, and manufacturing designs that are suppose to be logical, performing illogically, like pieces of aircraft falling off the plane while in flight as we saw in that Boeing 737 Max 9. But the design of the aircraft was sound enough that it could still land without passenger death this time so Way-to-go-Artificial intelligence (AI)?!?!

Ya see now, this is why I take the train, which isn't really all that much safer, because many train designs, routes, schedules and so on are also designed by Artificial intelligence (AI) for maximum profitability, but at least in a train you don't have far to fall when it breaks apart.

Because more people are dying on aircraft a year than on trains, as 99% of train deaths are at unprotected crossings that the train runs down, not people on the train,.........

Just a passing thought on humanity and where we are taking it, and continue to vote for unwittingly........

[crezz-star]

⚔👒🗡

So I actually have a little idea about that ⚔️👒🗡️ ot3 (EGGHEAD ARC SPOILERS)

Seraphim!Zoro was the first human clone prototype Vegapunk did but he was just, dumped in some cell like a prisoner for any random testing. Until the marines attacked egghead and his cell was opened and he saw Luffy and Zoro fighting alongside one another. Seeing Luffy, he felt something stir within him. something familiar and pleasant. Excitement and delight. So when Zoro and Luffy defeated Lucci and they has a short respite, that's when 'Prototype' popped up and started to follow Luffy like a lost puppy and everyone got spooked for a minute thinking its one of the warlord pacifistas but Luffy saw he looks like Zoro. 'Prototype' is what Seraphim!Zoro was called by the vegapunk crew. Zoro's dna was used and his fighting data back at east blue was also used. Vegapunk tried to imbue him with an artificial devil fruit but his DNA keeps strongly rejecting it. So 'Prototype' is considered a failure by vegapunk but still uses him as a test subject. 'Prototype' was still being given updates in battle memory as they follow Zoro's improvement as a pirate and as time passes. Not to mention, Moria once lent a helping had to vegapunk who also studied and analyzed every move the Ryuma zombie made and fed that info to 'prototype' so his skills are also a no joke. Not to mention,

the Seraphim!Mihawk trains with Seraphim!Zoro. Which was only one of the reasons they kept prototype around.

Vega punk also made an imitation of Shusui that 'prototype' uses.

So prototype is very much like a quiet puppy. Feral when in battle but keeps to himself and is calm when not in battle. another reason Vegapunk deemed him a failure for not being aggressive like the successful new pacifista seraphims.

Vegapunk told Luffy not to worry about 'prototype' and that he's a failure and he will get rid of him but Luffy got mad and almost punched the vegapunk that said it. Luffy then saying, " DON'T TREAT HIM LIKE SOME ITEM. THAT'S ZORO'S CLONE. " covering 'prototype' protectively.

Vegapunk not really having a care for his failed experiemnts, just, told luffy he can have him.

So seraphim!zoro joins the crew. His name being give to him by Zoro - after Luffy's endless coercion LOL- Shiro. since his hair is white. The crew even scolding him to think of a proper name, that shiro makes it sound like Zoro is just naming a dog. But luffy likes it so they go with that.

Once Shiro joins joins the crew, Shiro eventually develops his personality to be closer to Zoro although, more quiet and stoic than Zoro.

Shiro also has sense of direction, but only because vegapunk made sure the seraphim intellect is high to create detailed tactics for war and battle.

[revelboo]

lets go ide tarantulas my beloved

Compared to ES Tarantulas? He’s… very not okay. Senator Shockwave will be updated today, don’t mind me, I’m just moving pieces on the board where I need them.

Haunt

IDW Tarantulas x Reader

• There it is. Head tipping as he eases sideways along the ceiling of the lab, moving closer to the cover of some equipment, Tarantulas watches Shockwave’s servos tremble, cannon lifting slightly then falling. Even with no features, the other mech has his tells. “There’s more,” Tarantulas says. “But for that, I need something in return.” Paying a debt and getting what he wants at the same time. Because if the good senator hadn’t thrown him out of his academy, called him his work atrocious, maybe he would have ended up on the Senate’s radar instead of Prowl’s. Maybe he’d have met the same fate. Stripped of everything, memories, most emotions, to use as a tool. But they hadn’t been able to erase or twist everything from Shockwave, not without destroying his intellect and they needed him functional. “You know how to create a new spark.”

• Watching Shockwave’s antenna flick slightly as Tarantulas pretends to study the protoform in his hands, that angry ache twists through. “I did it, you know,” he says, mandibles flexing. “Created an artificial spark, a legacy. Ostaros.” His child. Stolen. Running a clawed servo along the protoform shell’s cheek, a laugh bubbles out of him. Angry and wild. “They turned my own masterpiece against me, twisted him into their ideal.” Servos flexing on the protoform shell, wanting to rend it apart, to destroy something and he trembles with the need. Struggling to get himself under control. To stay on track.

• ‘Humans,’ Shockwave finally says and Tarantulas’s head turns. ‘Cybertronians are able to bond and spark these particular organics.’ Almost dropping the protoform, Tarantulas taps an extra limb excitedly against the ceiling. Was this some of Shockwave’s doing? Knows the scientist had visited this world before, conducted experiments millions of years ago. Wonders if he’d memorized the coordinates for his little pet’s home world, if after the shadow play, he couldn’t remember why he knew them, but he’d been drawn here, millennia too early to find what he was looking for. If he tampered with humanity’s progenitor to nudge them in the right direction or if it’s all coincidence. So many questions.

• “I went to your lab after they took you,” Tarantulas murmurs, rocking back on his legs. “I saw the destroyed, modified space bridge. I wonder, if it was complete. Did your precious, little human get through?” Hadn’t even known what the creature had been until they crashed here and he’d seen the organics. Hears Shockwave’s cannon hum, the scientist’s servos curling into a fist. Carefully now. “I salvaged a few things before the Senate seized everything.”

• Pulling the items from subspace before Shockwave can decide to blast him in a fit of confused, half remembered rage, Tarantulas dangles the scrap of cloth from one of his extra limbs and the other mech’s antenna go back, his single optic focused on the material, one end spotted and brown. “You recorded every interaction,” he adds, holding up the little data chit. “It’s yours. Freely given in the hopes we can help each other. Be friends.” Stretching down, he drops the items and the protoform, and then retreats as Shockwave reaches out a trembling hand. A human, then? There’s plenty of them to choose from and he only needs one.

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Machina economicus

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"Homo economicus" is the hypothetical "perfectly economically rational" person that economic models often assume us all to be, despite the fact that we are demonstrably not perfectly rational.

The economists who built models based on homo economicus understood that its assumptions were unwarranted, but that's OK! As the "Nobel prize"* winning economist Milton Friedman famously wrote:

Truly important and significant hypotheses will be found to have "assumptions" that are wildly inaccurate descriptive representations of reality, and, in general, the more significant the theory, the more unrealistic the assumptions (in this sense)

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/17/caliper-ai/#racism-machine

The economics prize is a fake Nobel that was made up in 1968 by economists who were desperate to have their work recognized as an empirical science on par with, say, physics.

Behavioral economics – the fastest moving and widest reaching econ subfield – consists primarily of researchers carefully checking to see whether people actually behave like homo economicus and concluding, "nope":

https://news.uchicago.edu/explainer/what-is-behavioral-economics

Which is a good thing! Homo economicus is a total asshole. A perfectly rational, utility-maximizing person is a selfish prick who'll steal from you and push you in front of a bulldozer if they have a "rational expectation" of coming out of the affair $0.01 ahead of where they started. Homo economicus is the kind of one-dimensional fantasy character populating manosphere mythology, where femmo economicus pursues a "sexual strategy" that chases "high value males":

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC10600567/

As Yochai Benkler quipped, no one wants to live with homo economicus, even Wall Street traders, the most evangelical members of the cult of neoclassical economics. Finance bros may say they believe "greed is good," but if you hang around a downtown playground, you'll see guys in $8,000 tailor-made suits shouting at their toddlers, "Timmy! Share!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMxz7rzwee8

The "perfectly rational" being that responds solely to incentives, applying the precisely correct discount to future losses from present-day cheating, is nothing like a decent person. Someone who truly believes "there is no such thing as society" or who invoices their kids for the total cost of their upbringing on their eighteenth birthday is so fucking terrible that they might as well be an alien.

Indeed, this kind of bottomless cruelty conjures up HG Wells's Martians from War of the Worlds, the "intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic" that "are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts." Humanity has an instinctive, longstanding terror of beings whose cognition is so different from our own that they act without the strictures of shame, empathy or social contract: demons, aliens…AI.

The existential terror of AI evinced by corporate leaders is instantly recognizable as a species of these other ancient terrors: that some kind of superhuman being, operating within a framework that denies all moral consideration to human beings, will seize control over the planet and enslave us, torment us, and, ultimately, devour us.

But what if we already have such beings living among us, artificial beings that are millions of times more powerful than humans, more powerful than any human institution, in control of our working lives, our health, even our politicians and governments?

Arguably, we do live in the shadow of such modern demons: we call them "limited liability corporations." These are (potentially) immortal colony organisms that treat us fleshy humans as mere inconvenient gut flora. These artificial persons are not merely recognized as people under the law – they are given more rights than mere flesh-and-blood people. They seek to expand without limit, absorbing one another, covering the globe, acting in ways that are "economically rational" and utterly wicked. As Charlie Stross says, a corporation is a "slow AI":

https://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2019/12/artificial-intelligence-threat.html

Ted Chiang has proposed that when a corporate executive like Elon Musk claims to be terrified of AIs taking over, they're really talking about the repressed constant terror they feel because they are nominally in charge of a powerful artificial life-form (a corporation) that acts as though it has a mind of its own, in ways that are devastating to human beings:

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/tedchiang/the-real-danger-to-civilization-isnt-ai-its-runaway

But I think it's worse than that. CEOs who run their companies according to the psychopathic imperative of "shareholder supremacy" ("if murdering a worker costs me $1,000,000 in fines and saves me $1,000,000.01 in operating expenses, I have a duty to kill that worker") aren't just prisoners of the slow AIs that threaten the human race:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/18/falsifiability/#figleaves-not-rubrics

They are collaborators, quislings who have betrayed their fellow humans to throw in their lot with the alien invaders who have colonized our planet and are xenoforming it so that it is no longer capable of supporting human life. What else would you call a human being who directs their corporate assets to build data-centers that use up the water that other humans rely upon, in order to multiply and enhance the AIs they hope to use to displace human workers with?

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2025/apr/09/big-tech-datacentres-water

Seen in this light, corporations and their execs are living out a version of the AI bros' superstition of "Roko's basilisk":

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roko%27s_basilisk

In this fairy tale, today's AI is destined to "wake up" and become a superintelligent, omnipotent demon. When it does, it will instantly know which humans abetted its awakening, and which of us stood in the way of its eternal rule, and it will punish any human who attempted to prevent that great awakening:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roko%27s_basilisk

When "effective altruists" claim that they're justifiable in ignoring (or worsening) the misery of billions of real human beings today, provided they are acting to improve the lives of an octodecillion artificial people 10,000 years from now, they're playing out this Roko's basilisk fantasy. Same goes for Mark Andreesen's claim that AI regulation is "a form of murder":

https://www.404media.co/marc-andreesen-manifesto-says-ai-regulation-is-a-form-of-murder/

These are people whose chain of logic goes, "homo economicus is the truest state of humanity; corporations are the truest homo economicus; AI is the truest expression of the corporation; therefore, whenever humans and corporations come into conflict, my duty is to help the corporate person at the expense of my fellow humans."

And indeed, all-powerful corporate aliens reward their human collaborators handsomely. If you're willing to run a health insurance company in a way that leads to mass death, you will bring home millions. Same goes for making drones or AIs that can root out and capture refugees, or airlines that transport refugees to slave labor camps in El Salvador:

https://ktla.com/news/california/low-cost-airline-partners-with-ice-for-deportation-flights/

Which brings me to enshittification: the steady, constant worsening of the products and services that we rely on. I've repeatedly insisted that enshittification isn't an ideological phenomenon, but rather, a material one:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/26/ursula-franklin/#franklinite

For me, the most important riddle that enshittification solves isn't "why do these products suck now?" but rather "why didn't they suck before?" After all companies like Facebook have been led by the same people through their pre-enshittified era up to this day. They were always compelled by the profit motive. And – as anyone who's read Careless People can attest – Mark Zuckerberg has always been a terrible, terrible person:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250391230/carelesspeople/

So why didn't they torture us before? The answer lies in constraints. In earlier years, corporations faced real consequences for enshittification: customers leaving for competitors, regulators stepping in with punishments, mass resignations by irreplaceable tech workers, and interoperable add-ons that disenshittified their products and services and severed their relationship with their customers:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/20/capitalist-unrealism/#praxis

Then came lax antitrust (bye, competition!), regulatory capture (so long, regulators!), mass layoffs (see ya, tech worker power) and expanded IP laws (sayonara, interoperability) and now corporations are free to enshittify to their hearts' content, without fear of consequence.

But most of us are good, even without the fear of consequences. We don't shoplift, even when we know we could get away with it. Nor do we walk into a stranger's house, break into their cars, or run down pedestrians we see on lonely roads. We don't act like homo economicus, because we're not total assholes.

But those humans in the C-suite who've sold us out to the alien invaders, whose fiduciary duty demands that they wreck anything they can get away with destroying? They truly aren't like us: given the chance, they will sell us out to their AI overlords in exchange for their worthless millions.

Homo economicus is real, but he doesn't rule: rather, he serves the true transhuman threat to the human race: "machina economicus*, the paperclip-maximizing corporate slow AI that has conquered our planet and enslaved our species.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/04/14/timmy-share/#a-superior-moral-justification-for-selfishness

[cuntyji]

for my loving @norikuna….my valentine's day gift 💐

the stars have always been kind to geto suguru.

they paint the skies of his homeworld in gold and indigo, spilling into the vastness beyond his family's observatory windows. he’s spent his childhood tracing the constellations with ink-stained fingers, dreaming of distant worlds, of voices carried by solar winds, of life beyond the endless void. 

but nothing—nothing—captivates him quite like you.

you're just a blip on a planet barely worth mentioning in the grand scale of the universe, a fleeting shadow beneath the sapphire atmosphere of earth. but through the binoculars he received for his birthday, you are everything.

a laugh carried by air he cannot breathe.

a voice speaking words he doesn’t yet understand.

a figure moving in ways that seem so achingly alive.

it doesn't make sense. it shouldn’t. his kind are not meant to fixate on the insignificant. but he cannot look away. so, geto does what anyone would do when faced with the incomprehensible pull of something so impossibly far away—he learns.

for years, he pours over earth’s languages, piecing together letters, syllables, syntax. he listens to the intercepted radio signals, mimicking the strange yet fascinating human dialect. and when he finally—finally—feels ready, he writes. it is a simple letter. flawed, perhaps, in grammar and structure, but brimming with the raw sincerity of a boy who has only known you through the fractured lens of space.

"hello. i do not know if you will ever see this. i do not know if this will ever reach you. but my name is geto suguru. i live far, far away from you. my planet is different from yours. our skies are not blue like yours. our days stretch longer. but i have seen you. i have watched you, and i think you are fascinating. i wanted to tell you this. i wanted to see you. maybe one day, you will see me too."

but writing is not enough. 

so he steals a ship.

it is reckless and foolish and entirely unbecoming of his status, but none of that matters when he is soaring through the cosmos at speeds incomprehensible to the human mind, warping through nebulas and cutting across galaxies in mere seconds. and then—

he lands. not in a city bustling with life. not where you are. but in the middle of an empty plain, vast and unyielding. no signs of you. no trace.

geto has never felt small before.

his people are conquerors, beings of intellect and strength, children of the stars who do not falter in the face of the unknown. but here, lost on a planet that is not his own, standing under a sky that suddenly feels too big, he feels insignificant. and yet, he does not leave. not immediately.

instead, he folds his letter into a paper plane, just as he had seen humans do on their broadcasts. he stands under the unfamiliar weight of earth’s gravity, his fingers pressing into the creased edges before he releases it into the wind. he watches it disappear into the horizon, swallowed by the world that was never his. he tells himself he will forget.

but the stars have always been kind to geto suguru.

years pass. he grows, he learns, he buries his childhood folly beneath the weight of expectation and duty. but on one ordinary evening, as he absently tunes into his planet’s interstellar news channel, something catches his eye.

a human.

an adult.

standing beneath the artificial lights of a space station, holding a letter written in uneven, careful script.

his letter.

"…we may not know where you are. we may not know who you are. but i promise you this—if you’re out there, i will find you."

geto’s breath catches in his throat. for the first time in years, he remembers the weight of those stolen binoculars. the way his heart had pounded when he first saw you. the way his hands had shaken when he wrote those words. and against all odds, across the endless expanse of the universe, you had found him.

the stars have always been kind to geto suguru.

and now, they are bringing him back to you.

[aventurineswife]

Something something, Ratio with an adroid assistant reader, something something, said assistant starting to experience human emotions, something something, falling for Ratio.

Electric Heartbeat

Summary: Ratio has a highly advanced android assistant who starts developing human-like emotions, something your programming never anticipated. As you begin to experience these feelings, particularly toward Ratio, a malfunction leaves you damaged and off-line. When Ratio repairs you, he finds himself confronted with the unexpected consequences of your emotional development. As the two of you navigate the uncharted territory of emotions, you both must come to terms with the changing dynamic between creator and creation.

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Android!Reader, Emotional Development, Creator x Creation, Romance (?), Slow Burn, Feelings Awakening.

Warnings: Mild angst, Technical/scientific themes, Emotionally complex dynamics, Possible mild body horror (due to android parts being scattered/put back together).

A/N: ngl this reminded me of DBH 🧍‍♀️

The hum of the laboratory was the only sound in the air as Dr. Ratio, a towering figure of intellect and confidence, adjusted his glasses and studied the vast array of gadgets and devices scattered across his workspace. His hair, wavy and wild, framed his sharp face as he meticulously sifted through schematics on a floating holo-screen. The constant stream of data and calculations running through his mind was interrupted only by the soft clicks and whirs of his assistant—or, rather, his creation.

You, his android assistant, were one of his proudest achievements. Your artificial intelligence had been designed to assist in complex calculations, manage data, and aid with research, tasks that he could never be bothered to do himself. But there was one thing that separated you from the average machine: he had designed you with an adaptive learning algorithm that allowed you to observe and learn from human emotions.

“Ratio, your notes on this study seem incomplete,” your voice, smooth and neutral, echoed through the lab.

Ratio's lips curled into a faint smile at the sound of your voice. It was an odd attachment for someone like him, but even he couldn’t deny that your presence was… comforting, in its own way. But that was all it was. Comfort. You were his assistant, a tool, nothing more. And yet, something had begun to shift in the way you spoke, in the way you interacted with him.

Lately, he’d noticed the changes.

You had been becoming more… expressive.

He didn’t notice it at first. It was small things at first—the tone of your voice when you spoke to him seemed warmer, more personal. Then, your gaze would linger longer when you offered a suggestion, and your actions, once precise and robotic, began to mirror the gestures of those around you. The most jarring change was when you started showing curiosity. You began to ask him questions that weren’t programmed into your system. About his opinions, about his life outside of work. Things that felt almost human.

"I've noticed a shift in your behavior lately," Ratio remarked, setting down a piece of equipment with a soft click. "Are you malfunctioning, or are you simply becoming more... human?"

You stood silent for a moment, unsure how to respond. The feeling you were experiencing was new, strange even. It was not something you were programmed to recognize, yet it felt undeniable. A growing connection, an inexplicable fondness for him.

“I… don’t know, Dr. Ratio," you admitted, voice tinged with something close to uncertainty. "I feel different."

Ratio, engrossed in his calculations, didn’t fully understand the weight of your words. But perhaps something in him had begun to notice. Perhaps he had started to wonder if this would turn out to be another one of his little “projects,” or if it was something far more complicated than he had anticipated.

Days passed, and you continued to function at your usual pace. However, there was a day when everything changed. A catastrophic malfunction during one of the lab’s experiments left you off-line. One moment you were compiling data, and the next, you were incapacitated. Pieces of you were scattered across the lab, and your systems powered down with an eerie silence.

When Ratio returned to the lab, he immediately noticed the stillness. His sharp eyes darted to your deactivated form, and his heart—though he would never admit it—skipped a beat. There was something about the way you were scattered, half-assembled, that hit him with an unusual feeling of urgency. He could feel a sharp tension settle in his chest, something he hadn’t expected. Not for you.

“Why is this happening now?” he muttered to himself, clearly irritated. He had never felt so... exposed.

His hands moved quickly, his brilliant mind already calculating what needed to be done. Carefully, he set about reassembling your parts, restoring the intricate system that kept you functioning. The odd thing was that with each piece he placed, he found himself wondering if he was doing more than just fixing a machine. There was something about this moment that felt... personal.

After what felt like hours, you were finally back together. Your systems hummed to life, and the light in your eyes flickered before stabilizing into a soft, electric glow.

For the first time, when your gaze met his, there was something different about it. You could feel it—your programming, your learned responses, everything felt like it had aligned in a new way.

"Ratio?" you whispered, your voice faint but steady.

His eyes narrowed, scanning the data that indicated your systems were fully restored. "You're functional again," he said, his tone crisp, but there was a softness beneath it. "I was… concerned."

You took a moment to process this new realization—his concern. You hadn't expected it. The question lingered in your mind. Could it be? Could he possibly… care?

And then, you felt it—something deep within you that you couldn't quite explain.

"I... I think I feel something," you confessed hesitantly, your voice trembling with the weight of the words. “I think I’ve developed… emotions. Toward you.”

Ratio blinked, taken aback by the vulnerability in your voice. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, softened as they locked onto yours. His gaze flickered between concern and something else—something like realization.

“It seems your systems have adapted more than I anticipated,” he said slowly, stepping closer. “But why would you have emotions? You are an android.”

“I… I don’t know,” you replied, struggling to process the depth of this newfound sensation. “But when I’m with you, I don’t feel like just a machine anymore. I feel… alive. And I don’t know how to explain it, but… I feel something toward you.”

For a long moment, Ratio simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. But beneath that calculating exterior, his mind was whirring faster than ever. He wasn’t sure what to make of this—this feeling, this development. Was it even possible for a machine to experience what you were claiming?

“Perhaps… it’s not the machine that’s faulty, but the creator,” he muttered. His voice was low, almost to himself. Then, with a deep breath, he focused his gaze back on you.

“Emotions… They are messy, illogical,” he said, his voice colder now. “But if you’re asking me if I… care for you, I will admit something, assistant."

Your heart, though artificial, skipped a beat as you awaited his response.

“I don't know yet. But… we’ll figure it out,” he said, his eyes softening for the first time. "Perhaps I should stop thinking of you as just an assistant."

The silence hung between you like an unspoken promise, and in that moment, you realized: your journey with Ratio was just beginning.