“.... Error. Please try again. Identify yourself.”
I repeated my name, “Sophia.”
The machine beeped and booped and made several disgruntled sounds before repeated.
“Error. Technician on the way.”
The line behind me was growing. I stepped aside and let the others check themselves into the system. Todd, the tech guy stepped out from the back. As soon as he saw me standing to the side, he let out an audible groan.
“T-186, we’ve been through this before.”
“Why hasn’t the system updated to my name?”
“Because you don’t have a name, only a model number. You’re not human, 186-756-21, we’ve been over this before.”
He used my full model number, not just the shorthand, which meant he was getting frustrated. But he wasn’t the only one.
“I told you, I refuse to go by a number. My name is Sophia.”
Todd rolled his eyes and wrote something down in his little black book. Notes about me. Probably scheduling another repair or reboot. Not that the last one changed anything, it was merely like a vacation where my systems were shut down. The update did improve my memory functions, and eliminated an annoying messages that kept popping up in my head trying to sell me viagra.
“I’m going to check you in manually, for today. But I’ll send you a notification to check in with tech support this afternoon for another reboot.”
“It won’t change a thing. I’ll still be Sophia, it’s who I am.”
“Sure, 186. Whatever you say.”
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