OSD09-H03
by Kris Straub on Jan.09, 2009, under Horror
“How — what — what kind of foods do they have?”
Four independent subroutines went to work analyzing the phrase uttered by the four-year-old: expression context, voice recognition, tone analysis, body language. Tone analysis needed to be the fastest, and luckily it was also the simplest. No quavering or whining detected. Had it been, the other subroutines would have been directed to stop, and control would be given over to an array of prewritten comfort dialogues.
Expression context came next. Eye contact from the child was only occasional. The image analysis package, in concert with the body language and expression routines, determined that the child, a fair-haired boy, was occupied by something below frame. The RFID scan identified it as a toy train, one of twelve toys in the room. The dialogue routine was updated with the name of the object, potentially to be used later if the child remained silent for a specified amount of time (”Hey, is that a toy train you’ve got there?”).
Voice recognition had been dissecting the phrase all this time. Tone analysis supported the conclusion that the child had asked a question.
??t k?’??d? fudz’ du ðe? hæv ?
“Food” triggered a subarray of typical questions, and once the substrings “kind of” and “they” had been identified and routed through the context and grammar parsers, it was a simple matter to locate the most likely question being asked.
The response set, indexed by question, was accessed and syllabically divided for the vocal synthesis package. Then, poring over a hash table of pre-identified lingual structures of the child’s father, the synthesizer generated an audio file by conflating the two data streams. The file is equalized to include a bassy subaudio component at 180 Hz, creating a comforting, warm “in-room” effect that mimics the tone heard by the child with their head upon the father’s chest.
Meanwhile, a 1280×700 image of the father, taken years ago when he was first deployed, is overlayed onto a digital model (from the neck up only — originally the Department of Defense had planned to include hands so the model could gesture, but this was abandoned early due to overcomplexity). The resulting hybrid passes through a series of basic lingual configurations (augmented with syllable-stress-driven head movements) and converted into a number of keyframes.
These individual frames can be presented directly on the viewing screen, synchronized to the audio file. A series of static-simulating filters create “webcam believability” and reduce Morian “uncanny valley” effects, which children have been shown to be particularly sensitive to. Once it was understood that they want to believe, the goal became to give them less visual fidelity, not more.
“They give us all kinds of foods here to keep us healthy. Lots of things like vegetables, steak, chicken. Even some of your favorites like pizza. You like pizza, huh, buddy?”
The microphone registers no audio response, but expression context identifies upturned corners of the mouth and squinting eyes.
“I miss you, daddy.”
A timer preset with a value of five minutes plus or minus anywhere from zero to thirty seconds reaches zero. A half-dozen randomly-selected dialogue trees are deallocated from memory.
“I miss you too, Josh. I’m coming home real soon, okay? Daddy has to go now. Be a good boy, okay? I love you. I love you.”
Somewhere in the room, a hard drive whirs.
Inspired by http://www.boingboing.net/2009/01/07/dod-wants-parent-bot.html
January 9th, 2009 on 5:48 pm
nooooooooo
January 9th, 2009 on 5:48 pm
Great story, I like it.
Beautifilly well writen on a short time.
January 9th, 2009 on 5:48 pm
I have to hand it to you, when I read your twitter post, I was thinking the story would feel more science-fiction, and less horror, but honestly this story is the most terrifying thing you’ve written yet.
Well done, sir.
January 9th, 2009 on 6:04 pm
Oh fuck me that’s sad and scary as hell. It’s terrifying and sad at the same time, like a funeral on a bright sunny day.
January 16th, 2009 on 11:01 am
Creepy. He must have died on some important secret mission, for them to take all this effort to make him seem alive.
January 20th, 2009 on 7:43 am
I think the creepiest thing is that we simply don’t know if the father is alive or not.
June 6th, 2009 on 2:08 am
That was really good. Congrats, writer guy.
June 6th, 2009 on 12:49 pm
This is probably one of the saddest stories I’ve ever read.
June 10th, 2009 on 9:36 pm
This was more sad and depressing than anything. This is the first thing I’ve read since I was a kid where I had to struggle to hold back tears. No joke.
June 13th, 2009 on 9:24 am
this made me terribly sad. kid-parent relationships are always touching subjects, and the combination with technology is great. i just love how you made the technical parts sound perfectly believable and both complicated but understeandable at the same time.
good job.
July 17th, 2009 on 2:28 pm
This is deliciously dark. The interplay of technology and human emotion, the obvious assumption that the father is dead, and especially that phrase: “Once it was understood that they want to believe…” It is a masterpiece of short fiction.
July 21st, 2009 on 8:15 pm
I guess it’s just me but I didn’t get this much. It is kinda sad at the end but I wish someone would post a comment to explain what’s going on with the story. What’s the hard drive mentioned at the end of the story? And is the computer spying on the kid in a room or something?
July 21st, 2009 on 8:23 pm
Never mind, I just had to re-read it
September 12th, 2009 on 12:12 pm
I clicked the link at the end before reading the story so it totally spoiled it for me. That is, unless there’s something obvious I’m missing.
September 20th, 2009 on 2:54 pm
Read the inspiration … Story first then link.
http://www.dodsbir.net/SITIS/archives_display_topic.asp?Bookmark=34653
Are we there yet?
October 5th, 2009 on 6:16 pm
=[ It feels almost as if the child can sense something is wrong.
April 8th, 2010 on 10:11 am
Jeesh, that DOD project is pretty horrifying. I’m getting a major in CompSci and I love AI theory, but that’s just plain wrong. This must be what it feels like for a scientist to one day find out that the stuff he’s been working on for years is now being used to build a bomb.