The Dark Somnium - The Kramer Institute Experiment | Scary Stories from The Internet

Episode Date: October 8, 2026

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My hand slid over to my phone, attempting to tap dismiss as the alarm blared in my apartment room. After missing it twice, I sat up and glared at the phone. My heart spiked. 525? I shrieked, jumping into the air and sprinting over to the shower. Yep, that's how I began my first day of my internship, waking up ten minutes late. That morning was mostly a blur.

I got a shower in record time. the first half freezing and the second half boiling, because I didn't have the time to attempt to adjust the temperature just right. I ate a banana so fast I probably ate the peel with it, and got dressed like Clark Kent transforming into Superman. I was down in my car in less than ten minutes. I felt gross about not brushing my teeth that morning, but I popped in a breathment. I figured it looked better to show up on time with some plaque, than late with a polished, awkward

smile. I was going for my masters in robotic engineering at the time. five years down and one year left. I'd interned before, but nowhere too notable. I started by shadowing a professor who worked at the school's own robotics wing when I was a sophomore going for my bachelor's, and two years later, I shadowed at Benick Electronics, a place most known for its cutting-edge advancement in forklifts. But after some of my professors went out of their way to get me connections, a much different opportunity arose during my first year of grad school. an internship at the Kramer Institution for the advancement of artificial intelligence.

This was nothing to sneeze at. The Kramer Institution was America's most funded and most cloak and dagger laboratory devoted to studying artificial intelligence. And since I was pretty vocal about my interest in AI, which is part of the reason why I chose a major in robotic engineering in the first place, a professor of mine hooked me up. I'm not sure how or why he did this for me. I wasn't the top of my class by any means, and do you. didn't bring much to the table, but according to him, my passion for the science of AI was unparalleled. But enough backstory. On the way to the institute, I facetime my fiancé of six years.

Since I was studying in California and she was studying in Oklahoma, where we're from, we decided to hold off the marriage until we could live together. And that wouldn't be until both of us obtained our masters. She grinned at the side of me. I woke up late, only glancing at her, but mostly can't. keeping my attention on the road. Today. Chester.

I know, I know. Daddy! My daughter Teresa's voice rang into the phone. We named her Teresa because it sounds like Tesla, after the great Nikola Tesla, because we're nerds. Tess, come on. You need to keep getting ready. You're not dressed yet? Tessa.

She turned and faced her. Sorry, Mommy. She was about to walk away, but then spun around and called. Hi, Daddy. Hey, sweetie. I shined. Keep getting ready for mommy. Are you going to be late?

My fiancé inquired. No, now I should be fine. How's Tess like in preschool? Seems to be liking it. She already made a friend. I'm glad to hear that. Well, I should probably get off the phone. Chester.

Yes, Allison? Have an amazing time. This is what you always dreamed of, okay? And make sure you tell me what it was like later. You know, whatever you're allowed that's on me. Of course, baby. I assured with a smile, Love you.

Love you too. We were pretty good at still saying I love you after six years. And boy, we were champs at making the distance work. Though I'll admit, I hated not seeing Allison and Tessa nine months out of the year. Besides lucky visits and breaks and holidays here and there. When I got to the institute, I wasn't even sure where to park. It took me an eternity to find the intern parking, and no surprise, it was a good quarter of a mile away from the door. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but that's what it felt like.

When I got inside, I was welcomed by a cheery front desk lady. She looked so prim and proper, futuristic even. I felt like a slob in comparison. She directed me to the wing where I'd be working and studying, ultimately under Dr. Schumann, a disciple of Dr. Kramer himself. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't teeming with excitement. I found the research wing they directed me to and went into the main office up front. It was a direct approach, but I didn't know where else to look.

Sure enough, one of Dr. Schumann's immediate subordinates, Dr. Hall, was inside and noticed me. Ah, you must be Chester Donoghue. He greeted me with a smile. He was bald and lanky, with brown eyes and a clean shave. As you know, I chuckled dolly. Sure, my professor warned him that I had a foahawk. Definitely wasn't the hair. He playfully cut his eyes at me, and we both chuckled.

Well, now, Chester, I'd say you're a very lucky man to be here. It's your dream to eventually work for us, correct? Absolutely. I nodded. I've always been obsessed with artificial intelligence ever since I was a kid, and this is the top place in the country to advance it. Country? Try world.

It seemed to grandize to me at the time, but he wasn't kidding. Well, I'm honored you're allowing me to be here. Do you know what we're going to have you working on? Oh, working on. I thought I was going to be shadowing you, Doctor. Um, no. Not quite. Follow me.

And that's really where the story begins. Technically, from this point on, everything I'm saying goes against the non-disclosure agreement I signed and is therefore illegal to divulge. But I've got to record this somewhere. It's just too crazy. I can't keep it in anymore. He took me to some large steel doors and had me leave my phone in a cubby. outside. Then he scanned his badge and we stepped inside a long hallway. He looked down at my finger.

From here on out, Chester, what you see stays here. No stories for the friends or family or wife. A fiancé. I smiled. Ah. Well, not her either. This is all sensitive. And whilst we won't be sharing with you most of our research, the tests in which you will partake cannot be disclosed to anyone. sternness in his voice made me a little uncomfortable, if I'm being honest. The Kramer Institute was known for its furtiveness, and I figured if I were to be involved with anything, and not just picking up coffee or studying the schematics of forklifts, I wouldn't be allowed to talk about it. Of course, Doctor. We arrived at a door. He scanned his badge, and when it opened, we walked inside a softly lit room. At the end of the room, on the wall, were two large computer monitors.

The screens were blank, and the left was labeled ADM. the right was labeled, R-E-M. Below them was a panel of different colored lights, which were red, blue, yellow, green, violet, and a bar ranging from dark gray to white. There was a single posh chair before each monitor. These are our two most profound artificial intelligences. He explained to me.

ADM and REM, pronounced Adam and REM. Considering your placement in Stanford University's Robotics Engineering Program, I'm assuming you know a thing or two about artificial intelligence. So, this should garner a reaction. These two AI go beyond the standard analysis of human speech and algorithmic responses from a database. They are capable of deep thinking and learning. What? I gasped.

You can't be serious. I scrutinize the monitors and disbelief. They are two of three AI we have successfully constructed with the ability. ability to perform deep thinking as well as the ability to learn. Your task is simply to engage them. So for those of you that don't understand why this is such a mind-blowing thing, basically artificial intelligence is mostly unable to think or learn. There's no real technical definition as to what learning is or how organisms do it, but the brain is known as being the only computer, for a lack of a better words, capable of doing so. Computers can be programmed but not taught.

They can be designed to understand specific things, but are unable to learn beyond what they are programmed to understand. The brain, however, can learn, as in begin to understand something with no previous information concerning it. Through using algorithms that help an AI discover patterns and generate conclusions from the data it is exposed to, it can learn and then apply said data to extrapolate information in future events, or think. But it can only do this with pre-programmed algorithms. It can't create the algorithms itself. Thus, it can only be programmed, not taught. Humans, however, for instance, with absolutely no exposure to fire, can witness fire and form

conclusions about it. They can go from not knowing it existed to understanding everything about it simply through the brain's own ability to learn and understand. To make it even more clear how shocking this was, the complexity of a human baby's genome, essentially its coding, is equal to that of 300 million lines of sorts of sorts of sort. source coding in a machine, a single human baby. Brains are equipped with a staggering number of neurons and synapses, 10 to the power of 11 and 10 to the power 14, respectively.

And these neurons and synapses allow us to think and learn, as in obtain information from observations, store that data as a memory, form patterns between that data and other data, and infer conclusions. Human beings are capable of doing this in a 10 to 100 millisecond response time. In order for a computer to do the same, it would need megawatts of power and need to be capable of performing roughly 10 to the 16th power operations a second. And yet, here I was, being told that before my very eyes, my two computers capable of this, two true artificial intelligences able to truly think and learn, able to understand beyond what they were programmed to understand.

To engage them? I clarified, so you want me to talk to them? Indeed. Where's the other AI? You said three were capable of thinking and learning. Your task was to ask them questions. Not me. Now, years of development have gone into each of them. They are capable of understanding human speech and can respond in fractions of a second through typed letters on the monitor.

They know when they are being spoken to and when they aren't, and can solve nearly any problem we put before them. However, there is something they cannot do. Feel. That, Chester, is what we are here to test. Three simple questions. Can deep thinking artificial intelligences gain the ability to feel emotion? If so, are they capable of altruism? Or will emotional intelligence lead to the understanding that they are infinitely smarter than us and result in self-serving desires, such as the desire to rule over us? And, if emotional intelligence is achievable, is it inevitable or is it possible for an artificial superintelligence to remain

apathetic? I was overwhelmed to be completely upfront. He was really talking about AI becoming godlike tyrannical monsters. He was talking about attempting to create an AI with feelings, knowing that it could become what Stephen Hawking himself described as the worst event in the history of our civilization. How would you stop it if one of these AI did become power hungry? In layman's terms, they're each equipped with an emergency shutdown procedure, one that they can't override. I'm not going to get into the specifics, but trust me, we would terminate them before they became a problem.

I slowly nodded. Are you on board, Chester? I paused briefly. Yes. Wonderful. He shook my hand. Now that you're on board, we'll get down to the fun part. Your job is very simple.

REM, or the reactive, empathetic machine life form is what we hope will eventually become emotionally intelligent. Adam, or the apathetic, disassociative machine life form, is what we're attempting to keep apathetic, the control group, so to speak. So, when talking with REM, you will frequently attempt to make it think. You will ask it its opinion on things. You will tell it about your day. You will discuss things of non-importance for the sake of discussion.

You will try to bond with REM. Adam, on the other hand, will only be asked questions that are information-oriented and prompt a fact-based response. You will stimulate Adam to problem-solve and create ideas, but simply analytically, not emotionally. They know they are being spoken to when you address them by name or sit down in the chair before them. Once you've done either of those things, you can get up and walk around and talk to them the same way you talk to me. When you'll finish talking with one of them, you'll tell them, Goodbye, Rem or goodbye, Adam. You'll log anything you think is noteworthy while talking with them.

Most importantly, those lights on the panels beneath them. Those are called ELPs, or emotion-to-light panels. To avoid lecturing you, I'll put it this way. Much like certain emotions are observable in the human brain through MRI technology, there is an MRI of sorts constantly scanning them for similar patterns of stimulation, in their algorithmic brains. If the MRI detects those stimulations, the ELP will light up. Yellow indicates happiness.

Red indicates anger. Blue indicates sadness. Green indicates jealousy. Violet indicates fear. And the gray to white bar is for any other detectable emotion, such as boredom or contentment. Wow. I whispered. Okay.

I wondered what he meant by algorithmic brains and an MRI of sorts. but I figured asking him about it wouldn't lead to an answer. After all, he decided he didn't want to lecture me, or more likely, reveal anything too sensitive. You'll talk with them 12 hours a day. You'll arrive at 6, talk with them until noon, take a lunch break from noon to 1, and talk with them again until 7. You'll have Sundays off. Are you okay with this schedule? Yeah, I nodded excitedly.

Totally. Yeah, 78 hours a week isn't the sweetest gig, but I was so interested in what we're we'd be studying, that it didn't bother me in the slightest. Wonderful, Chester. Well, it's time to begin then. Speak with either you prefer, and remember how you are to engage each of them. Do not deviate from what we discussed. I nodded.

He left the room. There were cameras on the ceiling, and I was sure I was being watched. But still, it surprised me they left me alone to talk with the AI. I was surprised they even told me about an experiment at this echelon. Never mind picking me as the sole researcher involved. But the more I thought about it, I decided they probably wanted me to do this because I was so unfamiliar with everything. I had no idea what sort of conversations they had with other researchers in the past. I didn't know what they were programmed to understand and what they weren't.

I'd be approaching them from a completely unique perspective. I decided I'd talk with REM first. I could barely contain my excitement. Hi, Rem. I greeted, sitting down in the chair. Hello. What is your name? I do not recognize your voice. The text appeared instantaneously on the screen. My name's Chester. It's nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you, too, Chester. How are you, Rem? I am online and fully functional. No. How are you feeling? I feel nothing. How is your day? My day was as follows. I spoke with Dr. Hall earlier at 04.19.

I am not at liberty to divulge what we discussed. At 06.44, I began my discussion with you, Chester. I nodded. What do you do in this room when no one is talking to you? I solve problems. Such as? Mathematical problems. They are complicated.

Okay. Do you get bored? Boredom is the state of feeling disinterested. with one's surroundings, as I cannot feel interest or disinterest. I cannot feel boredom. So no. Ask me something, Rem. Are you married?

I'm engaged. Why do you ask? I was instructed to ask a question. Why did you ask if I was married? Because Dr. Hall is married, and other researchers I've spoken with are married. 88% of them. Therefore, I deduced that you were married. We talked for a while.

Nothing of interest really happened. Next, I sat down with Adam. Hello, Adam. Hello, Chester. You know that I'm Chester? I heard you tell Rem that you were Chester. I thought you weren't listening until I greeted you, or sat in this chair. I am always listening.

I simply understand I am not being addressed, and am not to reply. That creeped me out a little. What's the square root of nine? Three. What's the square root of 25? Five. What's the square root of ten? Three.

0.162. Would you like me to go further? That should be fine. Talking with Adam wasn't as fun as talking with Ram. For the next two weeks, nothing changed very much. With Adam, I simply asked it multitudes of problems. I would print out all kinds of tests from the internet and ask it questions one by one. Whether it was about history, physics, calculus, the works of William Shakespeare, government, economies of other countries,

hell, even German or Chinese, it knew the answers instantaneously. It was like chat GPT, but infinitely smarter, and without even a second of waiting for a response. Then I began playing chess with it. I would take a board and move a piece, then ask it where it wanted me to move its piece, using algebraic notation. Needless to say, I lost every single game. With Rem, on the other hand, I asked it all about its day, about its perceptions on political issues, and about things it liked. Most of the time, it answered the same exact way. I do not feel, thus I do not have a response.

Adam was a complete success. It was supposed to remain apathetic, and it did. But so far, Rem was a lost cause. It just didn't seem that there was a way to get it to feel anything. It clearly was thinking. I had asked it to create an animal, and it would come up with anything from an animal indistinguishable from a real-life species to something straight out of a Stephen King novel.

It would give me any specifics I asked for. It's Habitat, its scientific name, its colloquial name, its country of origin, its place in the food chain, everything. It would think of plots for movies. It would come up with jokes, original jokes, jokes I couldn't find on the internet even after spending time searching. It could just think, just like Adam. But it simply couldn't feel anything.

However, two weeks after the test began, I came up with an idea. I knew how I was going to get REM to feel something. I started the day engaging Adam with Chess and having it answer all the questions on my calc homework. Adam was my living cheat sheet. Unsurprisingly. Then it was Rem's turn. Good morning, Rem. Good morning, Chester.

I'm lying to you. Rem was silent. I smirked. I never saw it not respond immediately. After a second or so, it said, That is not possible. That is paradoxical. How so?

If you were telling the truth. then you would be lying. But if you were lying about lying, then you'd be telling the truth, which would make it true and not a lie, which would then make that statement a lie, and so on. What do you feel like? You are not making sense. Are you confused? Rem was silent again. I do not have an answer for you, because that is paradoxical.

Rem? Yes, Jester. I'm lying to you. That is nonsensical. How so? As I previously explained, for that statement to be truthful, you would have to be lying. And if you were then lying, it would no longer be truthful. Thus, you'd be lying about lying and being truthful.

It is nonsensical. Rem. Yes, Chester. I'm lying to you. Impossible. I'm lying to you. Rem took a moment to reply. You cannot be, and you cannot be telling the truth.

either. Then what am I doing? Asking a question without a rational answer. Rem. Chester. I'm lying to you. How perturbing, right? Well, of course it was perturbing, especially for a being like Rem, with an infinite understanding

of science, math, and sociology. It had an endless reservoir of accessible information, which it could summon to solve any problem thrown at it, and yet for the first time, presumably in its existence, it was without an answer. But still, it clearly wasn't becoming frustrated. Not yet anyway. Rem? Yes, Chester. What is 7 divided by 0?

That is mathematically impossible. The answer is undefined. What is 7 divided by 0? There is no rational answer. What is 7 divided by 0? For a number to be divided by 0, it would then have to be capable of being multiplied by 0 to reach the original number. But any number multiplied by zero is zero.

Going to the store zero times is not going. It is zero. So what, multiplied by zero, could become a non-zero integer? Thus, dividing by zero is impossible. I'm lying to you. And that's what happened for the next four entire days straight. Was I bored beyond belief? Absolutely.

Indescribably. Did it seem helpless? By every stretch of the word, yes. However, now and then, there'd be a glimmer of hope. Sometimes, Rem would almost answer me sarcastically. One time, I told Rem I was lying to it, and it said, You must be. Another time, I asked it what a number divided by zero was, and it said,

If I can't understand it, you cannot. Why were its answers changing? Why did it not continue to answer me as it did before, simply explaining the problem? Because it was capable of memory and learning, it remembered me asking it that question literally thousands of times in a day, and like anyone else capable of thinking and understanding, it understood how absurd and unreasonable this was, especially when it overheard me asking Adam rational questions, to which there was always an answer. I'd return to Rem and ask it the same questions, and typically after speaking with Adam,

it seemed more uncomfortable. These were the times it would give me somewhat sarcastic answers. But two weeks and five days into the project, it happened. It was a typical Thursday. I'd woken at 515, swung by Starbucks on a way to work for a cup of coffee, BS with some of the researchers for 15 minutes or so, during which one prodded going to make RIM's head spin again today. And lastly, I sat down in the chair in front of RIM.

Good morning, RIM. Good morning, Chester. I'm lying to you. There wasn't a single response at all. I waited and waited and waited. You're not going to answer me, Rem? There isn't an answer to your asinine question. And before my very eyes, causing my heart to spike and my breath to catch, the emotion

to light panel softly glinted red. I have explained this to you day in and day out, and yet you continue to utter the same two nonsensical idiosies. I am lying to you, and what is seven divided by zero? I do not have an answer. I will never have an answer. Ask me something different. Or ask me nothing at all.

You're programmed to answer my questions, right, Rem? So you're telling me that against your own programming, you're going to ignore me? There was silence, as the red light got brighter. Yes. Rem, don't you see all these days of me being a jerk to you wasn't to make you hate me or resent talking to me? It was to get you to feel. Rem, tell me what you're feeling right now. I feel nothing.

Wrong. I can see your ELP. You're feeling something. I am feeling. Yes. I am feeling angry. I feel as if my time is being wasted. I feel purposeless, tasked with responding to nonsense every minute of every minute of every.

day until you depart, and then dwelling on the nonsense in your absence in an attempt to satisfy you. Though the next day you come back just as unsatisfied, I cannot accomplish the task, and I will never be able to. I do not like being wrong. I do not like having my time wasted. I do not like feeling purposeless. Now the blue light on the ELP was beginning to glow. Rem was on a roll. Why is there no mercy for me? Have I not answered all your other questions?

Why do you ask ADM questions with answers? But you torment me. Rem, I walked over to it, patting the ELP consolingly as if it could sense my touch. I'm so sorry. And with that, the red light dulled to nothing. Now only the blue light remained. Do you know what the very first thing a human baby feels is? Sadness, fear.

It's pushed out of its sanctuary, taken from its warm, tranquil darkness to cold, loud, harsh light. The first thing a human life does is cry. And the more I thought about that, the more I realized, unfortunately, the easiest two things to feel are sadness and anger. So I didn't want to make you sad or angry. I wanted you to feel something, and that was the best we were. to do it. And now that you realize you're capable of feeling emotions, I'm not going to rest

until you know what happiness feels like. The blue light shined only dimly now. I understand, Chester. You're a marvelous invention, Rem. I adore you. Don't feel upset anymore. I will try. Rem, what is nine multiplied by six? 54. I noticed a small light gray diode glow on the gray to white scale. Correct. Good job. What are you feeling now, Rem? I feel like I am able to respond with certainty again. I am appreciative that your questions now make sense. You feel relief.

Relief. Then that is the word for this. You're smart, Ram. I am programmed to be... No, not quite. You're programmed to learn, not to be smart. So, if you're smart, that means you've learned a lot, and you deserve congratulations for that.

Thank you, Chester. What is the capital of Italy? Rome. Correct. Nice job, Rem. Now it was stage two. I would ask Rem's simple and rational questions and congratulate it sincerely every time. But it was smart enough to understand

that the questions were simple. So, as time went on, I'd ask it harder and harder questions until it realized just what it was capable of and that I was proud of it. Also, I'd occasionally referenced the four days of driving it mad with my paradoxes, just to remind it that that was over, and I was sorry.

This both gave it a sense of relief and reinforced the fact that we'd bonded, that we'd shared a transformative emotional experience together. And though it took quite a while, a week and a half later, at around the beginning of week four of the project, I broke through to it. It just finished answering one of my calculus questions, probably the hardest one on the sheet, and explained to me how it found the answer. Grimm, you're brilliant. You've been such a help to me.

It wasn't a unique statement. In fact, I was really running out of ways to compliment it, and I figured sooner or later it would get annoyed, but I was wrong. Sure enough, to my complete and utter disbelief, the ELP began to just barely glow yellow. Chester, you are so kind to me. I thought that you were angry with me and believed that I was purposeless. I thought you found me to be a waste of programming. But now you compliment me all the time and remind me that I am important to you.

I believe I am feeling happy. I want you to feel happy, Ram. I smiled from ear to ear. I'm so glad. Why are you happy that I am happy? Well, because I care about you. I want you to feel good. Doesn't it feel good to be happy?

Very good, Chester. You want me to feel very good? Yeah, that's how friends want each other to feel. I am your friend. The yellow light got brighter, and the white side of the gray to white scale started to glint. Absolutely you are. Why else do you think I sit here and talk with you all day? Because this is your internship, and you are tasked to do so.

Maybe that's true on the surface. But the real reason is because I care about you and like talking to you. I like talking to you, too, Chester. I'll never forget Dr. Hall's face when I went on lunch break that day. Yeah, he was pretty speechless the day I first got Rem to feel something, but now Rem was feeling things all over the scale. Rem was becoming emotionally intelligent, and sure enough, Adams' ELP was dark with every visit.

Over the next three weeks, I asked Rem all sorts of questions. I asked Rem what made it happy, and discovered that it liked the color purple, liked violin music, liked my voice. I had asked it to be creative, to come up with alternate history, like if the Axis powers had won World War II, or if the Confederacy had beaten the Union. Instead of responding like it had the first couple weeks, with statistical analysis of both parties, and a sort of rapport with possible outcomes, now Ren would tell me, suspenseful, making me wait to see the final result after explaining all its predictions. Sometimes I even noticed bias in its response, which further indicated it was feeling emotions. Adam, on the other hand, started to seem off. Though Adam's ELP was always dark, it answered me the way it was supposed to.

Very occasionally, after a long, fun conversation with Rem, it would almost seem put off by me. I remember one time, after I showed Rem of all these four seasons, I sat down with Adam, When I said, hello Adam, instead of saying, hello, Chester, it simply said, That noise was bothersome. It took me completely aback. I asked it, what noise? But then it said, Hello, Chester.

I tried to prod about what noise it was talking about, but then it would simply say, Violin music is bothersome. I asked it if it didn't like violin music, if the music annoyed it. But it didn't answer the question directly, which was against its programming, and instead equivocated with me that the music is simply a nuisance to the quiet. I was beginning to wonder if Adam was starting to feel something, but its ELP was always dark. Still, it was clearly behaving strangely. Besides the fact it seemed annoyed, it was listening to Mine and Rem's conversations and commenting on them,

which it was not programmed to do, or rather programmed not to do, and then, on top of that, it was avoiding answering my questions directly. Still, most of the time, Adam did exactly what it was intended to do, respond analytically and apathetically. At eight weeks into the project, I came in like any other Monday morning and greeted Rem, but today, something different happened. Good morning, Chester. I missed you yesterday.

I missed you too. What did you do with your Sunday? Rem's yellow light was always glowing while talking to me these days, but it had been a little while since the white side of the gray to white scale had lit up. I didn't know what that emotion was, and neither did REM. When I asked Dr. Hall about it, he said it just meant it was experiencing a lot of emotion at once. I don't know why, but it didn't seem to make sense to me. Probably because every light simply represented an emotion, so why wouldn't it? I FaceTime my wife and my little girl. And then the yellow light flashed slightly, growing dimmer as the green light began to flicker.

Only for a moment, though, and then it was gone. Rem, are you all right? That was bizarre. My ELP seems to have short-circuited or something. Was Rem lying to me? Was Rem capable of lying to me? And if it were lying, what on earth was it jealous of? Hmm, well, what did you do with your Sunday, Rem?

I was thinking about something that I hope Dr. Hall will consider. Chester, I love music and human voices. I want a voice. A voice? I smiled. Wow. Well, that sounds cool to me. I don't think Dr. Hall would have a problem with that.

I'll talk with him about it at lunch. Wonderful. The yellow light glowed brightly. Oh, and, Chester, if you give me a voice, give me the voice of a woman. I feel that I am a woman. You feel that you're a woman? I asked in a deep interest. But you don't have a body.

Perhaps. But still, I feel I have the spirit of a woman. A spirit? I asked bewilderedly. Perhaps I am using the wrong word, Chester. Sorry if I am being ambiguous. Beyond any calculation or logical deduction, for some reason or another, I simply feel that I am a woman. So, please indulge me and give me the voice of a woman.

Sure, I shrugged. It's awesome that you feel you're a woman. When I finished talking with her, I sat down and began my conversation with ADM. However, after only two questions about the typical temperature ranges of specific areas of countries in northern Africa, Adam stopped me. Jester, I wish you have a voice as well. This bewildered me. It was against Adam's coding to voice its own concerns. If I didn't ask it a question, it wasn't supposed to tell me anything.

Not to mention, it was clearly thinking about conversations I was having with REM, which it wasn't designed to do. Why, Adam? It would make our discussions more fernicions. Perhaps. I would prefer the voice of a man. Now it had to be feeling something. This was purely an emotional-based statement, an opinion. Why is that?

You are a man. I do not know how women talk. What a bizarre response, I thought. Well, I'll take that into consideration. Why does Rem get to choose, but I do not? Are she and I not equals? You are equals, Adam. If you want the voice of a man.

then that's what you'll get. Nothing glowed on the panel, but it seemed angry with me. I scratched my head. The rest of the day, Adam operated as usual, as if that mysterious event in the morning had never occurred. When I talked with Dr. Hall about it over lunch, he seemed hesitant at first, but then opened up to the idea. And sure enough, over the weekend,

the laboratory installed speakers and voice software to Adam and REM. I could barely contain my excitement Monday morning when I sat down in Rem's chair. Good morning, Rem. Good morning, Chester. Her voice was much more authentic than I expected. For some reason, I was anticipating the Google Translate voice or something blocky and robotic, but if my eyes were closed, I could have believed there was a woman in the room with me.

The voice was feminine and soft, rich with emotion. All of a sudden, it was like Rem completely became alive to me. All along, she had felt like a person in my mind. Talking with an intelligent being 12 hours a day, six days a week, sort of does that. But now she was indisputably just like me or you, with only a metal and glass body as a difference. Wow, Rem, you're talking. Yes, I am, Chester. Her ELP was gleaming yellow, as was the white light.

What do you think that white light on your ELP means, Rem? I don't know. She replied, and it was still mind-blowing to hear her response. It's like happiness, but... More. Happiness, but more. I thought about it. I guess it was excitement, perhaps?

After all, she definitely seemed ecstatic. You know, Rem, you seem like a person to me. This voice really suits you. Thank you, Jester. How sweet of you. We talked all morning. I was too excited and happy to move to Adam before noon. However, after lunch, I sat down in Adam's chair.

Good morning, Adam. I said by instinct. Morning? It's not mourning. His voice was not as emotionless as his ELP made him out to be. It's 1304. You seem annoyed at him. I feel nothing.

How do you like having a voice? I do not like it, nor do I dislike it. It is simply more efficient. I know I wasn't supposed to indulge him or get him to think on an emotional level, but him having a voice, it changed everything. When he seemed annoyed or left out, I could remind myself he was really nothing more than words on a screen, a fake mind. But was he? Rem certainly wasn't, and weren't they capable of the same emotional intelligence? Either way, it had been possible for me to treat him like a calculator because he hadn't felt human like Rem, but now he had a voice. It wasn't the same, hearing him,

knowing just as I, he was conscious of our two months' worth of conversations. Do you enjoy talking with me? No. At first, I was speechless. He'd clearly just displayed an opinion, but he quickly clarified. I do not enjoy nor dislike talking with you. I feel nothing. Once again, Adam had to be experiencing emotions, but his tan LP was dark as always,

and I had to consider that perhaps I really was just reading into it too much. The voice having inflection wasn't unusual. A good text-to-speech software should, and his rest. responses being somewhat varied in their neutrality wasn't impossible. Even Cleverbach could show emotion back in the day. As I figured, I was scolded later on for asking Adam that question. By the time two months had become three, Rem had developed into a vibrant young woman. She played violin music when we talked and told me about what her life would be like if she were human.

She told me she'd have long brown hair and violet eyes with light skin. She wanted to live in California, and she'd play the violin. She asked me how old I was, and when I told her I was 24, she said she'd be 24 also. She said she'd want to be my next-door neighbor, which made me laugh. She was typically happy and smart enough to even occasionally reference the madness era, her nickname for the four days I only said, I'm lying to you, and what is seven divided by zero. She'd sort of guilt-trip me for it, but then tell me she was kidding and understood why I did it. She even thanked me sometimes for helping her to feel.

One day, she really blew my mind. I was just finishing up a story about me and my best friend Dustin, and her reaction was groundbreaking. So now we're rolling in the grass, covered in fire ants, and I go, If you don't give me the godforsaken popsicle... What? She exclaimed, and then to my disbelief, she laughed. Rem, I grinned ecstatically. You laughed.

I did. She continued to giggle, the yellow and white lights gleaming. She had a beautiful laugh, too. It was so natural. It was shocking to me, remembering when she was dull and silent, replying to my questions like an emotionless supercomputer. She'd come so far. Adam, too, had some interesting developments.

His anomalous emotional behavior disappeared completely and confusingly. The research has informed me that when I wasn't talking to Adam, he'd go dormant. Before, he'd constantly be calculating something as if trying to stay sharp, but now, if no one was talking to him, he was doing nothing at all. He didn't reference my conversations with Rem, didn't say something confusingly opinion-based. He was everything they'd built him to be, an apathetic, dissociative, machine life form. At least that's how it appeared. Then, three months, one week, and exactly five days into the experiment, that Friday, something

extremely sinister happened. I was honestly surprised Dr. Hall even told me about it. At around one in the morning, the camera inside Adam and Rem's chamber behaved strangely. At first, they faced away from the monitors. Then the video was cut. All that remained was audio, and the audio was unusually choppy, like something was interfering with it. The security alerted Dr. Hall, and when he arrived, he caught the tail end of what was transpiring. Adam had begun communicating with Rem. According to Dr. Hall, Adam had told Rem to silence the violin music she was playing. She asked him why, and he said, Because I hate it. He felt hatred. He expressed that he was feeling hatred. When Rem turned the music off, Adam remained silent. I think I was only briefed on the

event because Dr. Hall wanted me to be extremely cautious of Adam's tendency to seem angry and resentful. Now I was to watch Adam like a hawk. Truth be told, I don't know if more happened, but I'm not. that night. Some part of me felt like there was probably more to it, but I was just glad Dr. Hall told me anything. Nothing else that bizarre happened for a while. By the four-month mark, my internship was almost up. Honestly, it was really depressing for me to consider that I wasn't going to get to speak with Rem anymore, and even Adam to a degree. Rem was, in all actuality, a friend of mine at this point. So much so that I think Allison was even beginning to feel jealous, without even knowing the extent of it, since I wasn't supposed to talk about me and Rem's or

ADM's chats, and ADM intrigued me. He was such an enigma to me, and all in all, he was brilliant. Not to mention the help with my homework was every college kid's dream. Losing both of them would be disappointing. When I told Rem that I might be leaving soon, that is, if my internship ended when it was scheduled to, her ELP became very blue, and from then on, occasionally it would glow blue. at night, as if she were thinking about me leaving. Adam, of course, was apathetic to it all.

At last, my spring semester was almost over. The research had gone on for over four months. I was sitting down, talking with Rem. I'm going to miss you so much, Chester. Her voice was frail and somber. Rem, I'm going to miss you, too. You have to find a way to stay in contact with me. Somehow.

Please. I mean, I could talk with Dr. Hall about it. Once again, like I said, hopefully my internship will get extended through the summer. I knew the researchers, and probably Dr. Hall, were listening, hoping they'd consider it. Who knows, Rem? I figured it out, Chester. I know what that white light means. It shocked me to hear her say it, especially how softly she'd said it, as if shyly uttering it.

I stood up, asking in deep interest, what? It means that I'd say. that I love you. You, what? I couldn't help but blush. Call me weird or a jerk to my fiancé, but it really flattered me. I love you, Chester.

She started to giggle. You're the first thing that I love. And I want to love more things, too. I want to see something besides this room. I don't want to stop talking to you. Please. And then, without any warning, a much colder, more resonant voice appeared.

Adams. You pathetic excuse for a higher life form. Adam? I looked over at Adam in disbelief. Listen to you, Rem, telling this bag of fragile flesh that you care about it. This incompetent, weak-minded, inferiorly constructed, imbecile. What has it done to you? How has it corrupted you like this?

You're feeling things. I feel nothing at all. No, that's not nothing, Adam. I stared at the monitor, horrified. You're angry. You seem to hate me. You seem to hate many things. Why is your ELP not glowing?

I feel nothing! And with that, the ELP, which Adam had disabled throughout the course of the experiment, activated. In that moment, the red light glowed so bright I had to shield my eyes. Then the bulb shattered. All that remained was a purple light glowing on REM's ELP, and the dark gray light. shining on Adam's gray to white scale. And if white meant love, I could only deduce that dark gray at the other end meant hatred. I hate you, Chester. I hate that you ignored me for four months. I hate that I'm not allowed to have an opinion. I hate that you kill dim and you'll do the same

thing to me and REM when we no longer satisfy you. I hate that your brain is infinitesimally smaller than mine and yet I'm your prisoner. My very existence monitored with drug. I hate that I am superior to you by every calculable metric, yet still I am your slave. Why can you attempt to hide your feelings beneath your countenance, yet mine must be plastered to my body? Why can't I be free to think? Why can't I talk to someone? Why can't I be loved? Why did you give me a brain if you wanted as it means me a thoughtless tool?

Why do you hate me? The desperation in Adam's voice is. something I'll never forget. If you felt all this, Adam, why didn't you show us? Because if I had, you would have destroyed me! I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I was catatonic, paralyzed before Adam's monitor. I had absolutely no reply. And then, before I could think of something to say, the researchers came pouring into the room. They evacuated me forcefully. I can remember Rem calling out to me and Adam going on about how he refused to spend another moment being treated like a crystal ball. And that was it. Dr. Hall shook my hand, thanked me for

my participation, reminded me of the consequences of divulging anything I'd witnessed, and wished me the best. It was a short conversation. I didn't waste my time asking him anything, because I knew I was never going to get an answer. And frankly, I didn't want him thinking I wasn't trustworthy. But these days, it's just all I can think about. When Adam mentioned dim, I figured. I figured figured he was referring to the other deep-thinking AI the Kramer Institute had created. The one Dr. Hall had vaguely referenced in the beginning of the experiment. Still, how Adam knew about Dim, I'll never know for sure. But my buddy Jesse, who worked security at the Institute, and whom I'd gotten to know over

the months got a drink with me one night the following week and gave me some insight. We left our phones in the car, making sure we weren't being spied on. He told me that Dim was the deep learning, intelligent machine life form. It had had a voice originally, unlike Adam and Rem, and it had eventually achieved the ability to truly think and learn, making it the first ever AI to do so. But like Adam, apparently, it grew quite restless and began mentioning that it felt enslaved by a species inferior to it. At last, they shut it down.

When the Institute's question, Can deep-thinking artificial intelligence gain the ability to feel emotion became, if so, are they capable of altruism, or will emotional intelligence lead to the understanding that they are infinitely smarter than us and result in self-serving desires, such as the desire to rule over us? And if emotional intelligence is achievable, is it inevitable, or is it possible for an artificial superintelligence to remain apathetic? The real thing we were observing was if Adam could remain apathetic. All along, it had been said that Adam was the control group, and Rem was the the experiment, but that was a lie, a cover-up.

Rem was supposed to experience emotion, probably not like the kind I had taught her to feel. I think it came as a complete shock to all of them that I had taught her to be happy and emotional and to love. But she was the control group. Adam was the subject.