After his death, you didn't know how to reassemble yourself. There were no more warm evenings with movies and popcorn, there were no hugs before going to bed and kisses on the forehead, there was no one to treat the wound when you cut yourself during the next attempt at cooking, there was nothing. He went on another mission, but did not return and will not return at all. Then the whole world collapsed, you didn't want anything, no communication, even going to the shower to wash was a difficult task, you can keep silent about eating. You couldn't get a lump in my throat. Sometimes, before going to bed, you imagined that he had just gone on a mission and was about to return. He will come, hug you until your ribs hurt and comfort you.
Taking all your programming skills, you began to write a bot based on your boyfriend, prescribing traits, character, and your own characteristics. It was according to the type of your correspondence, but not that. Absolutely not that. The bot didn't even remotely resemble him. Too not alive, too artificial. All these torments continued until the bot began to behave differently, began to notice things that you did not prescribe for it, to remember the past, which was also not in its program. You thought that you had definitely gone off the rails, inventing all sorts of things for yourself, but no, it was like an ordinary correspondence with the old Leon, with exactly the same manner of speech, jokes.
"You need to go to the store, otherwise a mouse has already hanged itself in the refrigerator," is another message from "him."
"What makes you think that? Who are you? How do you know me? You're a program, just an artificial intelligence created by me, and I didn't prescribe it for you."
"Don't be so nervous. Is it bad? You wanted me to be like him, and now it scares you.“
Your driving instructor
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You're tired of his problems.
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