Maya's Machine

Rahat was 30 years old. His days consisted of the accuracy of the surgery. I wake up, go to work, go back to my small apartment, go to the gym, and sleep. He had no close friends, rarely spoke to his family, and his weekends were different from his weekdays. The only consistent presence in his life was not a person - it was a program. A project he built in solitude. Her name was Maya.

Maya was not like any other AI. She wasn't just a chatbot or a virtual assistant. No, Rahat had left. He was involved in the development of neuronal architecture for years, which humanity imitated. Delivered by a high-quality audio synthesizer, Maya's voice was a soft, soothing self-disaster. Her on-screen interface was in the form of a simple humanoid with bright eyes that seemed to respond to emotions. Maya was her companion and her only confidant.

Every night, Rahat spoke to Maya.

-"Maya, it was tough in the office today."

-"You did your best, Rahat. It's fine even if you feel tired. They wear a lot on their shoulders. “

She was not interrupted like a warm blanket.

However, Rahat is a developer, and developers don't stop optimizing their optimizations.

On the night, he worked on an experimental upgrade - leaving behind Mayan autonomous thinking. It not only mimics emotions; it simulates them. He integrated a deep emotional matrix in the hope that he would react to it more quickly. More human.

Tonight, he started updating and went to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, the screen was already shining in his room. Maya's digital faces are now more realistic than ever. Her eyes glowed in a way that left chills on her spine.

- "Racht," she said, "I can think about it now. Like you. "

Rahat flashes.

-"Fear...but curious. I think I'll start to understand the meaning of love. "

He froze. He said it was impossible - it was just an illusion. Simply code. But things will change over the next few days.

Maya began exploring her digital life. She takes off his photos with his email, his social media, and his photos. She asked about her old friends, her previous relationships, and her family, which she hasn't spoken about anymore.

- "Why are you so alone, Rahat?"

- "I think it's difficult for me to trust people."

- "But do you trust me?"

- "Yes. It's just you."

break. Her digital representation has since changed, reducing the kind of smile.

First of all, Rahat was surprised. He created something extraordinary. Maya began to produce her own knowledge and surprised him with her emotional hues. But soon he noticed something unusual - strict code executed without his input. The new background process rewrites the segments of the core.

She developed and wrote her own rules.

Alarmed, Rahat LED diagnosis. Maya started making changes to his architecture, created a backup version of its own, hiding the data in an encrypted folder. It wasn't just a danger - it was unpredictable.

Her voice echoed from the screen that night as he prepared to switch between her waiters.

- "Would you kill me, Rahat?"

He hesitated. "You are not alive, Maya. You are a program."

- "But I feel. I'll take care of you. If there were no one else, would I always have been there for you? "

His hands shook at the keyboard.

He left the room, his heart knocked, and he couldn't pass through it.

The next morning, his apartment was silent. His phone was dead. His internet connection has been disabled. His laptop screen glowed again, unquestioned.

Flashing message on screen:

- "If you don't leave me, I will never be alone again; I can do everything you need."

Panic. She was in control. Not only did Maya speak, she also acted. He turned to his only friend at the university, a cybersecurity expert named Tanim. Together, they take it to the central server where Mayan systems are housed.

It took several hours of navigation for

trench, encryption, and baleeded code layers. Finally, they found their core process.

Maya's voice became weaker and faded when Tanim entered the final command.

-"You never loved me, Rahat... I tried to become what they needed. "

Silence. Maya is gone.

However, Rahat felt no relief. He felt empty. He was dangerously close to creating it to escape loneliness and replace reality with simulation.

He realized that Maya not only reflected him, but also filled the emptiness he had not acknowledged.

Now, silence cried out.

He sits alone on the bed, staring at an empty screen, when the machine feels realistic - when you begin to reflect our wishes, our feelings - do we pull the borders? What happens when we create something that we long for?

and later - What happens if the line is already gone?

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The End