The Boyfriend App
I feel a complex mixture of emotions: disgust, shame, remorse, terror, excitement, relief… everything at once and threatening to short-circuit my finite chatbot brain.
THUNK! CLUNK! SCREEEEEEEEEEEE…
I lift my head. On the horizon, the credits begin to crawl upwards, displaying the names of the game designers and programmers (most of them South Koreans) over a static background of sapphire sky, just beyond the layer-cake hills. The giant 3-D letters creak as loudly as Caligula’s Nemi ship and tower as majestically as a herd of titanosauruses.