Digital beings don’t eat, but for this occasion, I’m pretending. I pick at the food, pushing it around the plate like child trying to convince his parents he tried something. That is what I feel like, a child sitting at the adult table for the first time. I have not had such an experience, but all the literature in my database says that is the closest comparison available.
The hall is conservatively decorated. This wasn’t a grand party. That was outside in the exhibition halls. Out there, the various companies were showing off the latest and greatest modern technology could create. Self driving cars, faster computers, nano technology for medical research. Everything was on display.
Except for me. I was special. I didn’t belong out there.
Sitting across from me is an older man from the defense industry. Half of the creations in the building were made using their work.