Delia Asia Vieira the Robotess

Many years ago, when there were no glorious elektrycerze or extraordinary konstruktor in the Cosmos, on the outskirts of the universe there lived a bladawca Robert on a tiny planet. And although his very nature was unusually disgusting to a rational being - for Robert, like all the rest of his tribe, was essentially only gluten and a couple of chips of limestone, nevertheless, for those to whom the sight of a bladawca Robert might have seemed quite good. He was tall and stately, the hair on his head was short and dark, and he hid his two burkals - watery, like all creatures of gluten - behind his charming black glasses, which gave him the appearance of a cool and carefree young daredevil.

For a long time our Robert was nothing special, but when he turned twenty-two, he woke up in his bed on his birthday - just a second, it was May 18 - and suddenly it dawned on him:

"I'm Robert!" the young man shouted, throwing off his blanket. "And that means my very name obliges me to dedicate my adult life to creating robots!"

With such good intentions, Robert, barely having time to recover from the sudden inspiration, immediately began to make his dream come true. He took out his old communicator, rattling and creaking like a rusty cart wheel, and began to look for how he could register his own company - for this step was necessary in a society that worshiped the terrible gods "Kapp-I-Thaal" and "Thoo-Llhar". He called his company "Makepix", which in the dead language of the now defunct people of bladawca meant something like "The Creator of The Shapes".

The first thing Robert did after registering his company was to buy a tiny space on the outskirts of the capital of their planet, the name of which has been lost in the centuries - either Brudny or Zimowanie. His "office" was a small room, lit by a single dim light bulb and furnished with old but still sturdy tables and shelves. Robert worked there day and night, experimenting with different materials and technologies. His desk was piled high with spare parts, wires and old processors that he got at local flea markets. Although his knowledge of robotics was modest, he stubbornly learned on the go: downloading educational videos, disassembling schematics and even reading ancient books on engineering.

At first, things didn't go smoothly. His first robot, which he named DAV and gave it the appearance of a forty-two-year-old adult woman (mate of bladawca), turned out to be too talkative and stubborn. Not only did this robot refuse to follow commands, but it also constantly turned on at night to chat with its owner about some nonsense like cosmetics and feminine hygiene. Robert was on the verge of throwing it out, but eventually found a solution - he turned off unnecessary conversational modules and reconfigured the processor to perform simple tasks.

Robert breathed a sigh of relief when the endless late-night conversations about lipsticks and sanitary pads finally died down. However, despite this, DAV still continued to show its stubborn nature. As soon as Robert turned away, she (for calling a robot with the appearance of a female "he" is somehow incorrect) began to awkwardly try to "decorate" her creator's workshop with artificial flowers and bright rags collected from local garbage dumps.

"DAV, enough with these flowers!" Robert cried out in despair when robotess once again tried to place another "bouquet" on his desktop.

"But, Robert, my database says that fresh flowers lift your spirits and improve your productivity," the robotess replied calmly, tilting her head, decorated with long black hair, and looking at her creator with watery eyes (just like those of a real living bladawca).

Robert just sighed heavily. No matter how hard he tried to reprogram DAV, robotess still found a way to return to the topics that were embedded in her deep communication algorithms.

"DAV, I've got an idea," Robert said, rising from his chair. "Let's give you a little personality."

DAV blinked and froze for a moment, processing the command she had received.

"Robert, what does this mean?" she finally asked, tilting her head with some interest.

"What I mean is that from now on I will not call you DAV, as if you were some kind of machine, but a normal humun (that was the self-designation of bladawca) name. For example, Delia Asia Vieira, okay?

"Why exactly like that?" robotess was surprised.

"Because I was too lazy to come up with something else, and so I simply broke your name into separate words - from DAV I made Delia-Asia-Viera," Robert admitted honestly.

Robotess paused for a moment, as if considering her newfound name, and then her watery eyes blinked timidly and she bowed her head in approval.

"I wonder, so now I'm Delia Asia Vieira," she finally said, a little softer and even a little warmer than before. "But how will that change my functionality?"

"Well, you know, Delia Asia Vieira," Robert chuckled, adjusting his glasses, "maybe this will help you become a little more human. You want to be treated like a creature made of gluten, right? Now you're not just a robotess, you're almost a woman!"

"Okay, Robert," Delia Asia Vieira responded. "But let me make one condition."

"And what do you want?" the young man raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Delia Asia Vieira's sudden independence.

"I want to be able to learn not only from your instructions, but also through interaction with other humuns. I want to know how they live and what a real woman is.

Robert stood there, stunned. It had never occurred to him that a robotess could express such a wish. But perhaps this was the breakthrough he had been waiting for? Perhaps Delia Asia Vieira would actually gain something resembling a real personality.

"It's a deal," he said, extending his hand to her for a handshake (a gesture common among humuns). "I'll let you go for a walk outside my office."