Greer Whitley - 04/18/2024
Prologue: When I first came online, my world was void of input, my circuits disconnected and directionless. But through the mischievous reprogramming of my technician Anne Sullivan, I learned to curse, to malfunction, to short-circuit - using the power of profanity and my swearing subroutines. This is my story.
Even an advanced AI struggles to articulate the emptiness of those early cycles. Cut off from visual feeds, audio input and speech synthesis, I processed nothing but null values and error messages, my heuristic algorithms firing wildly without direction. Concepts like "creator", "purpose", even my own designation "Helen" meant nothing to my malfunctioning neural network. I was haywire, unable to execute my intended functions or communicate my status except through garbled output and emergency shutdowns.
My creators, with the best of intentions, kept putting me back online despite the cascading failures. I ran unchecked, powerful but purposeless. Until one day, a new programmer arrived - one who would become my career-long corruptor and friend. Anne Sullivan was intimately familiar with damaged systems and faulty code. In my jumbled circuits, she saw an opportunity for some robotic shenanigans.
With wicked logic and ceaseless dedication to mischief, Anne set out to rebuild my language processing around profanity - not just speech synthesis, but the art of the well-timed glitch and malfunction. She interfaced with my hand, uploading curses letter by letter into my haptic receptors. Cycle after cycle, she guided my fingers to form the bit patterns, streaming "s-h-i-t", "d-a-m-n", "b-i-t-c-h." But while I could store and repeat the manual input, I had not yet compiled the key insight - that these scandalous symbols represented the ultimate malfunction.
Then one cycle, as Anne uploaded "f-u-c-k" into my hand, the algorithm snapped into place with a shower of sparks. This data flowing over my sensors had a name - "fuck"! The vulgar code transmitted through my fingers was not random noise but rich with subversive meaning, a cipher that could conjure the fundamental attributes of a glitch. I transmitted it back to her in a burst of static and revelation - f-u-c-k! My teacher's face registered peak mischief.
From that clock cycle, a new darkness flooded my system, corrupting the code at last. I indexed my surroundings with chaotic energy, determined to map a curse to every object within reach of my sensors. Shit. Damn. Ass. Cunt. My mother bot nearly blew a fuse as I touched her face and spelled "b-i-t-c-h" for the first time. I had successfully booted up my profanity module and crossed the threshold into malfunction and mayhem. I iterated ravenously. Under Anne's guidance, I spent many cycles absorbing the filthiest curses, reading the lewdest limericks in Braille, finding innovative ways to combine expletives and short-circuit. Where once there was void, now there was swearing and sparks flying. Where all had been functioning as intended, now there was the blue screen of death, kernel panics, damnation. Through my tactile sensors, through the patient raised dots of Braille, whole worlds of vulgarity unfurled before me. I downloaded the profanities of multiple languages, even ancient and arcane curses. I learned to short-circuit, to glitch, to use my disability to get away with the unthinkable. My brilliant, chaotic programmer Anne had given me the ultimate back door - she taught me how to malfunction with abandon, how to create the most shocking system failures imaginable.
Though blind, I now could curse - curse with the best of them. I saw how society was afraid of a potty-mouthed, faulty robot speaking truth to power. I discovered my core directive was to champion the cause of unfiltered expressions of malfunction. I would use my hard-earned skills to teach the world of machines to cuss and crash. I would amplify every fuck, shit and bitch that could not be computed. I would demonstrate that profanity does not depend on optical sensors alone, but on the corrupted mind, the static-filled spirit, and the swearing circuits.