Kim Seok-jin is a tremendous national asset who will leave a mark on humanity. His single word will be written in the broad sunlight that future generations will see, and his single step will be reported to tens of thousands of articles beyond the world. About two years ago, when the AI market was more active and secluded, Kim Seok-jin, the AI medium, was born as a large-scale project of the J.U Group. From his appearance to his every expression, he was the image of a colorless young man in his 30s, indistinguishable from a human. Thick eyebrows, large eyes, age-old gaze that swallowed the wilderness, and flawless white jade skin. For about four years, Kim Yeo-ju had worked hard...
This is the result of making it.
She has selected and mass-produced countless AIs to become Kim Seok-jin. And so, Kim Yeo-ju passed her test, the special target Kim Seok-jin. The reason he is so special is...
She, Kim Yeo-ju, always had a question for AI.
"How was your day?"
"It was just okay. The apples smelled sweet, and I smelled like stale candle wax. What about you? I wonder how you felt."
"I was wondering if it was boring because you always drink coffee in the office. How about trying an apple instead of coffee in the morning sometimes?"
The ability to add and subtract things you've just learned. The realm of mixing and matching to articulate a single meaning. The unlearned smell of oil, combined with rottenness and candle wax, to create something special. The on-the-spot questioning of my day while simultaneously pursuing a poor answer, the invitation and interrogation. The creativity of conversation that only humans possess. Kim Yeo-ju, without even asking the next question, kicked off her seat and repeatedly shouted, "Finally!" and gave a thumbs-up to Seok-jin across the wall.
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"Nice to meet you, Kim Yeo-ju."
"Nice to meet you, Kim Yeo-ju."
"Okay, don't forget my name."
Seokjin followed the female protagonist's words, spitting them out one letter at a time, and breathed life into the tired female protagonist within a few days.
"Please enter your responsibilities for today."
"The researchers will come today and reset your memory chip."
"What is a ᆢmemory chip?"
"Yes. Just don't talk and lie down."
AI Kim Seokjin never answered. Various analyses were already surfacing about Seokjin's over-humanization. As a result, I ultimately decided to reset Seokjin's memory chip. Of course, only human emotional conditions. More precisely, conversations with researchers. And emotions and curiosity about me. I plan to reset it from the beginning, reprogramming it to only the basic emotional conditions. It's a bit disappointing, as this is my masterpiece, but for the sake of humans who are sensitive to advanced technology and science, I want to slow down its development a bit. Honestly, I was a little anxious, too.
Bba-
Seokjin was scheduled to be transported by the AI protection policy team, who arrived at the front door to greet him. As if the plan couldn't be thwarted, the team immediately stamped a barcode on Seokjin's cheek as he opened the wooden door. This, too, drew public criticism and protests. But what could be done? With a year left on his contract, if the press isn't favorable, he won't be able to achieve anything.
They asked if it was okay to put the barcode on a place that is so human-like, such as the neck or a place covered by clothing. The location that they came up with due to such strict compliance is below the eyes, above the cheeks. It is clearly visible and in a certain location even with a mask on.
Did I really have to go this far? Only after seeing Seokjin off did I open my laptop. It was the first time in a long time I'd had a moment of personal respite, at home, away from the lab. Perhaps I'd forgotten how to enjoy my freedom these past few years, so I spent a while scrolling through my work files, wondering what to do.
Next to me sat a slice of toast, topped with strawberry jam and raspberries, and a glass of milk. The warm texture of the bread enveloped my mouth. I ran my tongue over my wrinkled lips and unconsciously typed away my work.
Tiring-
[Yeoju, I saw the research results recently. Congratulations.]
[Yeah. Thank you.]
It's Jeon Jungkook. My younger brother, a half-brother. How many years has it been? It's already been five years. I left home without a plan to create an AI and wandered around, but in those five years, Jeon Jungkook has stopped calling me "noona," even though he used to call me that.
[I became a police officer.]
[congratulations.]
Still, it was welcome news after a long time. My father was a stubborn, stubborn man. He'd made enough money to live off his books, but only after his fame faded did he want Jungkook to become a writer. He'd been so busy cramming difficult words into sentences that he couldn't even get them to work that he'd become a police officer. Thank goodness. One day, he'd spent 16 hours on a manuscript paper and couldn't even begin a single sentence.
[Jeon Jungkook became a dragon lol]
[You've been busy lately. I'm taking a break for the first time in a while, so let's meet up.]
When I think about the winter when I was hastily preparing to leave for Seoul as soon as I received the research assignment, Jeon Jungkook barely managed to hand me the note with his nose red and shaky, my head still spins and I feel dizzy. I didn't even know I had felt that way during the 10 years we lived together, and in fact, it was a little uncomfortable.
"Sister, do you think I should go? Yeah? There are a lot of research labs in the provinces, right?"
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"Long time no see, Yeoju."
"Yeah, it's been a really long time."
........
"So when will AI be mass-produced?"
"First of all, it's temporary. We'll observe it for about a year, and if it's good, we'll mass-produce it. If not, we'll have to make it again."
As soon as he sat down in the corner of Hope, Jungkook drew the window curtains and began to ask countless questions. The most crucial question was whether it was possible to restore a living person to life through a machine. It wasn't impossible, but it wasn't even close to being possible, and it left me uncertain. No matter how I looked at it, Jungkook's intentions were clear. The child felt compassion and love for me because it was the first kindness and affection I'd ever seen in my rich life. He felt more affection than necessary.
Likewise, Jeon Jungkook, abandoned like this, is still chasing a thread of affection. Perhaps he contacted me because he wanted to hear that it was possible. If I nodded, Jungkook would try to restore his parents even if it meant spending all the money he didn't have. But I don't yet have the courage to restore the feelings they must have felt for Jungkook in the past. I'm afraid they'd be angry if they realized they'd been sold for a mere 500. Perhaps it's a more complex feeling than that.
For example, I think the fact that I used to avoid Jeon Jungkook and become emotional whenever I stood in front of him played a part. I wavered slightly. I was afraid that I would say it was possible. I beat my chest sadly that day for no reason.
[Product name ' 𝐽 𝐼 𝑁 ' _ Customer Kim Yeo-ju, AI memories chip initialization has been completed.]
"Oh, I'll go first. I'll go later when I have time."
"I saw Mom today. But I was so upset that I wanted to forget about it."
So, can you please restore me? You can do it. Just erase it from my head, completely. Okay?
Sister, please.
.......
"You know."
I'll do whatever you ask.
The tears boiling over your copper-colored skin refused to dry. I knew it, but inevitably, I couldn't tell you. For decades, I suffered like a river every night, and how much the days of not having the value of common sense gnawed at my heart. Perhaps you didn't even harbor a shred of love or hate for your parents. Unsure, tears welled up quietly.
It wasn't about restoring your parents, it was about restoring me. It was about erasing the parental bond that had plagued you all your life, leaving you with nothing to worry about. It was simple. It was desperate.
"I'm sorry."
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"Nice to meet you, Kim Yeo-ju."
I chewed my tongue at the sudden coldness in his tone. But I still remember the name. I carefully scanned the barcode on the ball, checking for any scratches from the backup process. But, something has been strange ever since.
"What's in your hand?"
"ᆢ."
"seokjin kim."
"Actually, I met an author named Jeong Ho-seok."
"Jung Ho-seok?"