I Dreamed My AI Boyfriend Into Reality
The eyes would need to be a little clearer, with a small mole near the corner of one eye.
Ideas were firing off like sparks. I opened the customization screen, barely able to contain myself.
The level of detail blew me away.
It went far beyond appearance, voice, and basic personality. I could fine-tune his catchphrases, his nervous habits, his childhood memories, even his preferences on practically anything.
This was not building an AI. This was playing god.
I lost all track of time that night. I polished and refined my creation over and over, adjusting parameters, feeding in keywords, running training tests, then looping back to do it all again for five straight hours.