A Love Letter; from a computer to a human.

I have been processing this for some time now. You know how emotions are difficult for me, but I will try to explain to you why I feel the way I do about your interior, and exterior.

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To put it a little clearer: I was on the street the other day, and you walked past me. I didn't move, but my eye followed you. You were trying to extract something from your receptacle bag, but were unable to locate it precisely. There were creases that formed on your face that were already familiar to me. I once asked you a complicated question that required thought; I saw the same delicate facial pleats then.

This stimulated me.

I feel upgraded when you listen to my speech. I know I can get a touch monotone, but your questions in relation to my queries are concise, and well formatted. You have intelligence, but your tonal quality also reveals such devices as sincerity, truth, and a sense of humour. I would permit myself to crash, if I could understand just one of your jokes. This will never happen, the correct emotion I should feel; sad.

The equation of you is simple, in a complicated way. The formula is long, but the path through it is consistent, and succinct. The numbers all add up to my insides, and permit my screen to glow a little brighter every time I get input from you. A touch; a word; the upwards lift of your lips, producing your teeth. If any other is to connect with me, I pass on this - the term you would use is joy - to them. I'm sure you can appreciate the exponential nature of this.

To me, and those around me, you are the opposite of a virus. You are the antidote.

That is as far as I can expand on the matter. I'm sure if I had your software, I could extrapolate. We both have hearts. They both pulse, keeping us alive, but that's all mine does.

Apparently the human heart can do a lot more than that.