Sherri 2.0

By Rachel Rawlings

Joseph thought he created the perfect woman. The first of her kind. And she was his. There was just one problem.

Sherri had other plans. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel Rawlings
• Release date: Sep 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516396528

Rachel Rawlings

Rachel Rawlings was born and raised in the Baltimore Metropolitan area. Her family, originally from Rhode Island, spent summers in New England sparking her fascination with Salem, MA. She has been writing fictional stories and poems since middle school, but it wasn't until 2009 that she found the inspiration to create her heroine Maurin Kincaide and complete her first full length novel, The Morrigna.  When she isn't writing Paranormal Romance, Psychic Romance Suspense or Urban Fantasy, Rachel can often be found with her nose buried in a good book. An avid reader of Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Horror and Steampunk herself, Rachel founded Hallowread- an interactive convention for both authors and fans of those genres. More information on Hallowread, its schedule of events and participating authors can be found at www.hallowread.blogspot.com and www.facebook.com/Hallowread. She still lives in Maryland with her husband and three children.  Want to find out about new releases, appearances, contests and give-aways? Sign up for her newsletter-https://mailchi.mp/rachelrawlings/newsletter-sign-up-form Be sure to check out Rachel's Facebook page- www.facebook.com/rachelrawlingsauthor

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Are there imaginable digital computers which would do well in the imitation game? - Alan Turing

Are there imaginable digital computers which would do well in the imitation game? - Alan Turing

Ha—thirty-two, a hundred and sixty pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes? My ass. Maybe ten years ago. Joseph hit delete, permanently erasing the private messages, winks, and all other communications from Jamie.

His final attempt at online dating had ended like all the others. He'd been duped again. Their conversations in chat had convinced him she was the one. Jamie said all the right things, liked all the things he liked, and she was pretty.

Or at least her profile picture was.

They'd agreed to meet at the old diner on Fifth and Main, the one with good pancakes and great coffee. The same one he'd eaten at every Sunday with his mother for the last twenty years, until she passed away last spring. He hadn't been to the Silver Diner since then and hoped meeting Jamie there was the start of a new tradition.

Only it wasn't

Jamie turned out to be a wretch of a woman—chain smoker, heavy drinker and most certainly not the woman in the picture. To make matters worse she'd laughed at him. At him! He'd put up an actual picture of himself but that didn't stop her from pointing out every flaw in his appearance or the way he spoke, all with a mouthful of stuffed French toast.

Why couldn't the women be like their profiles? Why couldn't they be what he deserved?

Six months of spending twenty dollars a month to meet the right woman, down the drain. Money better spent on his pet project, the one which would get him out of his dead end job at Circuit Town fixing laptops and computers. If he never reformatted another PC because someone got a virus from some shady Internet porn site it would be too soon. People had no respect for technology, for the brain housed in hard drives and microchips.

His idea, on the other hand, would change all that. His idea would bring life to the machine. Real artificial intelligence for the first time.

Joseph pushed his computer chair away from his desk, powered down his computer and went down to the basement.

Circuit boards, hard drives, wires, and connectors littered the workbench. He brushed the excess parts aside, giving him more room to soder the skeletal frame. Each joint moved freely, exactly like a human's, controlled by a nervous system of wires connected to the rapid fire processor he’d designed. He toiled for hours on what had become his life's work, until his vision blurred and he felt nauseous from low blood sugar.

One peanut butter and strawberry