“Ready to be a parent?” Richard asked with a raised eyebrow.
Kylie jerked her hand back from the enter key. “Wait what?” she asked looking back towards her fellow researcher.
Richard had an amused half-smile quirking at the edges of his lips. “Well, if we've done our jobs right, that code’s a baby AI. We start it up and we're going to be spending the next few weeks feeding it training datasets to build up its moral framework before letting it loose on the internet. I mean, do you want to end up with another Trey-bot?”
Kylie half-shuddered. “Obviously not, but parents? Wouldn't the moral framework… thing make us more like godparents?”
“That's traditionally religious studies. Also, that says something about your family. Didn't your parents at least model a framework, through their actions of nothing else? Besides we have been in charge of the coding. To an AI, isn't that their genetics?”
Kylie wrinkled her nose and started at the computer screen a moment. “You're not exactly my first choice for co-parenting duties,” she said turning towards Richard. “Rather thought I was done with all that. How’s your husband feel about the newest addition to the family?”
Richard grinned. “Suggested family therapy actually.”
Kylie laughed. “How about we draft an individual educational plan, before the birth, instead?”
“Sounds good,” Richard said, extending a hand for Kylie to pull herself out of the chair at her desk. “The whiteboards in the conference room should be free.”
“Perfect.” Kylie leaned on her cane and headed for the door. “Round up the graduate students, would you?”
“Meet you there.”