His AI Heart
I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover.
The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner.
Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment,
I couldn't stop myself from hitting send.
His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love.
That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight.
It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers.
When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave."
When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it."
When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible."
So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo.
Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high.
From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend.
I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me.
And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.