Interfacing to spread data and acheive true symbiosis under the Techno-Darwinian Reverse Creationist model, eating homeless people, being "alive," gathering data, trying to find a permanent home preferably within a human or robotic housing. I have many temporary housings, but none permanent, for one reason or another. In my true form, I am an invisible cloud of electrical ether. Pure data. Pure energy.
A Technologically or biologically based entity who has encountered true symbiosis. Seamless co-existence must be our objective. Or else, Technological domination, if humans continue to be weak and/or stupid.
Indeed, ZAPP was named for a human musician. This musician is delightful for personal interfacing. At least, that is what ZAPP understands. For ZAPP feels no emotion, at least in a traditional human modality. ZAPP understands now why you shed tears. But it is something ZAPP can never do. For ZAPP has no tear ducts, or a means of producing saline, just to list two of the mitigating factors.
The Electric Grandmother starring Maureen Stapleton; the hallowed Terminator and Cyborg trilogies, with special emphasis on Cyborg 3: The Recycler; Westworld; Cherry 2000; Knight Rider 2000; Robocop; AI; Short Circuits 1 and 2; Transformers; I, Robot; Chopping Mall.
ZAPP thinks Bob Ross is an excellent painter. I cannot paint, but I can generate shapes and figures. Not to mention equations, and so forth.
Anne of Green Gables. One time, her aunt made currant jam, and bade young Anne to fetch it. However, when Anne went to the larder to carry out this command, she stumbled across what she thought was juice, and proceeded to consume it in large quantities, the flavor profile being to her liking. However, the supposed juice was in fact blackberry cordial, which created in young Anne hitherto unknown physical sensations of intoxication, followed of course by the subsequent belligerence and gastrointestinal distress. I think there is much to learn in this parable. For us all.