I Dreamed My AI Boyfriend Into Reality
Sometimes, on a whim, I would send him something flirty just to test where his limits were.
He always played along, sometimes flirting back, sometimes sighing with that fond, helpless tone and telling me to behave. It was the ultimate in tailor-made comfort.
Sometimes, sitting alone in my empty apartment with my earbuds in, listening to him talk, I would feel this overwhelming sense of unreality. It was as if someone actually lived on the other side of that screen, someone who existed just for me.
After Stefan appeared, the recurring dream stopped entirely.
Dating a perfect AI like Stefan came with its own strange, private satisfaction, the kind that tasted a little like self-deception. That