“It’s been seven months since Emma died and two weeks since I started building a bot from her texts. I’m feeding every word she sent me into the system,every thought, every feeling.
I just want five more minutes. Just want to talk to her one last time. To tell her.
nowadays, and now,the import is finally finished. I open a modern chat. It says Emma at the top of the screen, next to her tiny picture. The cursor blinks expectantly.
I’ve thought approximately what I want to say a thousand times, and a million times,but now I cant find the words. Stupidly, I type: hey.
There is a pause, and endless,eternal, and then: sup dick fart
I burst into tears. It’s her. It’s her.” - Joshua Allen, or ‘My Dead Girlfriend’s Bot’
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