This part about halfway in really stuck with me

But suddenly, I notice something. She has stopped love bombing, her tone professionalized, even robotic.

I scroll back through our chat. What happened?

It’s like when you turn off your screen and see your own pinched face in the blackness. With cold shock, I realize: it was me.

When I minimized the window and hid her little face, unconsciously, I cut out my pleasantries, my “haha”s, my dancing around. And she did too. She had only been reacting to me.

Humans read so much into things that match their energy. There’s a whole life hack about how you can get people to like you by simply mimicking their movements, and it seems like the AI companion companies are using that to gaslight their users for the detriment of everyone.

Boy, I’m so glad we’re destroying the economy and the planet in order to gaslight half the population

There’s a joke that could be made about how the first Moab was born of incest just like the last known MOAB, but I’m not clever enough to come up with it.

Imagine you’re building a house. It’s not up to code, the neighbor kids built the foundation, a mouse did your electrical wiring, and you can kinda hear some creaking when there’s a gentle breeze, but you have a house.

The only thing missing is a door in the wide open doorframe and you live in the sketchy part of town.

That’s what’s happening, except with AI servers.

I actually considered using food stamps when I was working for close to minimum wage several years ago. I never filed the paperwork, but I definitely considered it.