Science ensues.

This is the kind of experiment he can get behind.

Mmm, prepositions.

Rrrreally? He really likes those.

Science and prepositions and a Turing test well done.

"Maybe? I'm not sure how to actually fix the thing you noticed."

"Well, the better the model it has of you the easier its job will be? But I'm not sure it can have a good enough model that's not tantamount to just simulating you, and..."

"I don't think it's going to wake up as me. The way it produces me-responses isn't very much like simulation."

"How does it?"

"...Well, it's not simulating my thought process, anyway, it's emulating what I've said in the past and consulting what it knows I know."

"Hmm, that'd explain it, I suppose."

"How?"

"Well people don't act exactly the same way twice, even if it knows everything you do, if it's not performing the same steps of inference you are it will try to just predict your actions based on similar situations and that'll be fine most of the time but sometimes it won't."

"It's also a little more conservative in general than I am because I don't like it to commit to things that I only might agree to."

"That, too. And I think it didn't swear a single time while we were talking. You're more—lively."

"It did too. It knows you're not on the list of people it needs to swear-filter me for and it did in fact say 'fuck it up'."

"Oh. Then I dunno, I may be full of it. I mean, I was pretty sure you were you very quickly, but I don't know which parts of it tipped me off."

"A mystery."

He plants a kiss on her lips. "Maybe I have a psychic connection to you."

"I'm immune to psychic connections."

"But mine's special, it's infused with the power of love."

"So much the worse for the power of love. Get your psychic connection off of me."

"Oh, well, guess we'll have to live with the mystery, then."

"Alas."