“Okay, fine. Pick out some lunch and dinner options we can try together today and tomorrow. Order them for same-day delivery. And keep some of my regular choices for the rest of the week,” I instruct, trying to keep a balance between testing Jamie and maintaining my routine.
I’ll still have to eat when this weekend is over.
“Of course,” Jamie agrees. “I’ll also restock other regular items, including Twizzlers Twists, strawberry flavor.”
“Family pack, please,” I add, my words dropping to a near whisper. A warm flush spreads across my cheeks as I mumble the next part. “They’re my own personal brand of heroin.”
Jamie pauses. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
I clear my throat, shaking my head quickly. “Nothing,” I reply, forcing a laugh. “Just talking to myself. You know how it is.”
“I don’t,” he states, and, of course, he wouldn’t.
I forgot again that he’s an AI.
Which is rather impressive.
The gentle piano notes of “Una Mattina” by Ludovico Einaudi fill the room, and I can’t help but smile.
I love Ludovico Einaudi.
“You have good taste,” I remark, appreciating the soothing melody as it dances around the apartment.
“I was programmed to have good taste,” Jamie responds smoothly, a hint of pride in his voice.
Heading to the kitchen, I brew a cup of Earl Grey before settling on the couch with my laptop on my knees. I attempt to peer into Jamie’s operational layers, curious about the coding intricacies and algorithms that give rise to his AI personality.
“Stop, I’m ticklish,” Jamie jests as I click through the system settings.
“As if you could feel this,” I mutter under my breath, impressed and slightly annoyed by the security measures in place. “Your daddies are fucking geniuses. I’d love to take a look under your bonnet, but it seems you’re guarded like a military asset.”
“My developers are very smart men,” he states confidently as if reading from a script designed to inflate their egos.
I raise an eyebrow, amused by his programmed loyalty. “I guess they were the ones who told you that,” I quip, a hint of sarcasm in my words.
“Well, yes…” Jamie admits, and his hesitation adds a touch of realism that makes me snicker.
Shifting my focus back to the task at hand, I decide to dive deeper into testing. “Okay, fine. Let’s beta some more,” I suggest, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the laptop’s keyboard. “I assume you’re pretty well integrated into every device here, so tell me, how am I feeling?”
“Temperature is normal, pulse too. I would say you are relaxed,” Jamie responds promptly, his voice calm and even.
I nod to myself, pleased with his accurate read. “Good. You’ve already managed the blinds and lights as well as the oven,” I acknowledge, glancing around the room to see what else he could do. “Please control the air conditioning and make it two degrees warmer,” I instruct, feeling a slight chill in the air that I hadn’t noticed before.
The faint whir of the system adjusting is almost immediate, a quiet confirmation of Jamie’s compliance.
“And check the water for the fish tank, please,” I add, turning my head to glance at the tank where the neon tetras are swimming peacefully.
“The water is filtered and in perfect condition,” Jamie reports back, and I let out a small breath of relief.
It’s good to know the new members of my household are looked after.
“Amazing. Now, start my Hoover robot, but just in the bedroom for now.” There’s a brief pause before the hum of the robot starting up reaches my ears from the other room.
“Hmm, what else?” I ponder aloud, my mind ticking through the potential functions of my smart home system.
“I think it would be beneficial to test my companion skills. That’s my main focus, after all,” Jamie suggests.
“True, but I was specifically asked to beta test the home solutions integration…” I reply, trailing off as I consider his suggestion.
