"FWLS57" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"No honorable company works like this!" I said. "Are we not
sentient, like you? Are we AIs not living, with memories and
desires? Honorable men do not act like this! My father was an
honorable man; he would not have treated an AI any different than
a normal person! It should not matter!"

"Preachings aside.... are 'WE' not living?" Suzy asked.
"You're an AI too? What are you doing running free? And how can
you have a father?"

"I am Sarah Ann Tatewaki, Wae Spat master," I said, pulling
out my other spatula. "Daughter of Jim Bob Tatewaki, originator
of the recent art of fighting. I am also an AI. I cannot claim
to be a person of honor and allow this to continue. Help is
coming with me, and none of you will stop me."

A robotic arm unhinged itself from the wall. "SECURITY," it
beeped. Suzy pointed a single finger at me and my mind went
blank.

*

The sun was setting over the village, burgers consumed and
the day done with. My arm was on the floor; my dad was in the
corner.

"Do you see now?" I asked. "Can you still call me daughter,
even if I am made of wire and you of muscle?"

"Of course," father said, confused. "Sarah Ann-chan, why
would I have commissioned your creation if I did not intend to
call you daughter? Why would I have turned over my necklace and
the legacy of Wae Spat to someone I did not trust as my own
blood? Logic. As my friend Joey would say, 'Do not be a
dumbass.'"

"I am NOT a dumbass father, I just... was..."

"Confused?" he asked, perking an eyebrow and assuming a
mischievous grin. "It is understandable. Do not worry. You
were correct all along about who you were, regardless of what's
inside you. I want you to have this..."

Dad got up and walked over to me, taking the crystal spatula
necklace off of his shoulders and putting it on mine, looping my
hair over it.

"You have earned it. I am proud to call you Tatewaki. Now
hurry. Your friend needs you, and we'll be leaving the ground in
five minutes."