It is recommended that during your initial text session, you remain seated to avoid injuring yourself, the BrainPal wrote. Please sit now. I sat.
During your initial sessions with your BrainPal?, you will find it easier to communicate by verbalizing. To aid the BrainPal? in understanding your questions, we will now teach your BrainPal? to understand your voice as it speaks. Please speak the following phonemes as you read them. In my field of vision, a list of phonemes unspooled. I read them right to left. The BrainPal then had me speak a number of short sentences. I did.
Thank you, the BrainPal wrote. Your BrainPal? will now be able to take direction from the sound of your voice. Would you like to personalize your BrainPal? now?
"Yes," I said.
Many BrainPal? users find it useful to give their BrainPal? a name other than BrainPal?. Would you like to name your BrainPal? at this time?
"Yes," I said.
Please speak the name you would like to give your BrainPal?.
"'Asshole,'" I said.
You have selected "Asshole," the BrainPal wrote, and to its credit it spelled the word correctly. Be aware that many recruits have selected this name for their BrainPal?. Would you like to choose a different name?
"No," I said, and was proud that so many of my fellow recruits also felt this way about their BrainPal.
Your BrainPal? is now Asshole, the BrainPal wrote. You may change this name in the future if you like. Now you must choose an access phrase to activate Asshole. While Asshole is active at all times it will only respond to commands after it has been activated. Please choose a short phrase. Asshole suggests "Activate Asshole" but you may choose another phrase. Please say your activation phrase now.
"'Hey, Asshole,'" I said.
You have chosen "Hey, Asshole." Please say it again to confirm. I did. Then it asked me to choose a deactivation phrase. I chose (of course) "Go away, Asshole."
Would you like Asshole to refer to itself in the first person?
"Absolutely," I said.
I am Asshole.
"Of course you are."
I await your commands or queries.
"Are you intelligent?" I asked.
I am equipped with a natural language processor and other systems to understand questions and comments and to provide answers, which often gives the appearance of intelligence, especially when connected to larger computer networks. BrainPal? systems, however, are not natively intelligent. For example, this is an automated response. This question is asked frequently.
"How do you understand me?"
At this stage I am responding to your voice, Asshole wrote. As you speak I am monitoring your brain and learning how your brain activates when you desire to communicate with me. In time I will be able to understand you without the need for you to speak. And in time, you may also learn to use me without conscious audible or visual cues.
"What do you do?" I asked.
I have a range of abilities. Would you like to see a formatted list?
"Please," I said.
A massive list appeared before my eyes. To see a list of subcategories, please select a top category and say, "Expand [category]." To perform an action, please say, "Open [category]."
I read down the list. Apparently, there was very little Asshole couldn't do. He could send messages to other recruits. He could download reports. He could play music or video. He could play games. He could call up any document on a system. He could store incredible amounts of data. He could perform complex calculations. He could diagnose physical ailments and provide suggestions for cures. He could create a local network among a chosen group of other BrainPal users. He could provide instantaneous translations of hundreds of human and alien languages. He could even provide field of vision information on any other BrainPal user. I turned this option on. I barely recognized myself anymore; I doubt I'd recognize any of the other Old Farts. Overall, Asshole was a pretty useful thing to have sitting inside one's brain.
I heard an unlatching sound at my door. I looked up. "Hey, Asshole," I said. "What time is it?"
It is now 1200, Asshole wrote. I had spent the better part of ninety minutes fiddling with him. Well, enough of that; I was ready to see some real people.
"Go away, Asshole," I said.
Good-bye, Asshole wrote. The text disappeared as soon as I read it.
There was a knock on the door. I walked over to open it. I figured it was Harry; I wondered what he looked like.
He looked like a knockout brunette with dark (green) olive skin and legs that went all the way up.
"You're not Harry," I said, incredibly stupidly.
The brunette looked at me and looked me up and down. "John?" she finally said.
I stared blankly for a second, and the name hit me—just before the ID floated ghostlike before my eyes. "Jesse," I said.
She nodded. I stared. I opened my mouth to say something. She grabbed my head and kissed me so hard that I was knocked back into my quarters. She managed to kick the door shut on our way down to the floor. I was impressed.
I had forgotten just how easy it was for a young man to get an erection.
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