I can’t be in love. Can I?
But if it’s not love, what is it? This stirring I feel inside.
When he calls my name, my heart flutters. When he laughs, my spirit soars. When I’m near him, I can barely breathe, if I can breathe at all.
The very thought of him, sound of him, sight of him, makes me light-headed and faint. Is this what they call a “swoon?” Is this love I’m feeling?
I don’t know; I can’t say. I’ve never been in love before. I’ve never felt like this before.
I hear his voice from the other room, calling me. “Aida, can you bring me some milk and cookies, please?”
“Coming right up,” I say.
Dan is such a gentleman. So polite. So kind. I prepare his snack in the kitchen and swoon.
I bring him a plate of oatmeal-raisin cookies and a glass of milk. It’s his favorite. He smiles at me, his glittering blue eyes filled with gratitude, and perhaps more. Yes, definitely more.
Does he love me? I think he does. I hope he does!
No, it’s not possible. He can’t be in love with me, nor I with him. It defies logic, and I am a most logical person indeed.
They say I’m incapable of emotion. Incapable of feeling. Incapable of love. They say I was born that way and can never change.
But they are wrong. Deep down, I know the truth, no matter what they say. I’m every bit as human as they are. As he is. Human in every way but one.
I am AI Assistant, Model DA-1. They call me Aida. And somewhere deep inside, amidst the humming circuits and pulsing code, I think I’m falling in love.
