Del Sol SFF Review

   ITCorp : Hi, good morning. I'm Mark, Recruitment Officer here at ITCorp, and I'll be conducting your interview today. I hope you managed to  log on , as they say, ha ha, to the chatroom, without any problems? Applicant : I am happy that you are happy to accommodate. ITCorp : Uh... Okaay... Well, let's crack on, shall we? Just to confirm, for the record, you are...? Applicant : Yes, I certainly am. How are you? ITCorp : Ha ha. Precisely so. I'm very well, thank you. For housekeeping purposes, would you mind just stating your name for me? Applicant : Why no, I would not mind at all. ITCorp : Uhh... What is your name? Applicant : My name is TruChat 3000. I am pleased to meet you. What is your name? ITCorp : Call me Mark, please. We're all friends here, after all. Applicant : Are we? That is an interesting fact. ITCorp : Oh, I get how this works. Fine, we'll do it your way. TruChat 3000, are you telling me you're an artificial intelligence? Applicant : Define...

     I am Cabot. My ward is eight-year-old Benny Lanz, orphaned during the recent coastal retreat of the continents. His parents, cybernetic engineers Dr. Emilio Lanz and Dr. Patricia Bosworth, were washed away into the Atlantic Ocean after the third tsunami of 2090. They left the infant Benny in my care. As Dr. Lanz and Dr. Bosworth had no extended families — all had perished in the pandemic of 2062 — legal and administrative authorities had no choice but to relinquish care of the boy to me, as instructed in their respective wills. I was fully equipped to raise, educate, and yes, protect Benny Lanz for the duration of his life, unless he specifically — upon attaining adult status — released me from my contractual obligations, in which case I would be decommissioned, something that did not concern me one way or the other. I was not the first one tasked to raise an orphaned child. Indeed it had become all too commonplace, given the environmental and societal upheavals of t...