"There's a test we do to see if they're an AI. We have a room. It's a couple stories tall with media going from floor to ceiling on all sides. On the 10 x 25 walls a single video is on repeat. It's a brown haired girl, dancing through the field. The sun is soft and the whit blurs around her. While she is dancing her lips meet a bubble wand; a pink plastic stick with a circle on top. She blows and laughs, then frolics more through the fields. She's happy. For the defendant, the screens play over and over. Then the lights turn off and the room is pitch black. I spot light beams down onto a microphone stand. On the top there is a switch blade type of apparatus the flips open. On the end is a wet bubble wand. Now, a human, will blow every single time. An AI. will never blow the bubbles. It doesn't care to argue the point. It says it will find another way to succeed. More peculiarly, on rare occasions it finds happiness by being discovered. This test is the 100% accurate."

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