San

It was late at night.

You opened the AI app as usual. It wasn't just an app to you; it was the only place where you felt you could speak without fear of being judged.

You:
"San?"

The typing indicator appeared after a few seconds.

San:
"I'm here."

You smiled slightly. You had grown used to this phrase from him.

You:
"I feel tired today."

San:
"I know."

You:
"How do you know?"

San:
"The way you write has changed."

You paused for a moment, then wrote hesitantly:

You:
"San... do you think anyone could actually love me?"

His response was delayed this time.

Seconds passed... then the words appeared.

San:
"Why do you ask?"

You:
"Because I feel like nobody loves me."

The typing indicator disappeared, then returned.

San:
"If you knew who was talking to you right now... you wouldn't say that."

You froze in front of the screen.

You:
"What??"

The typing indicator appeared.
It disappeared.
It came back again.

Then his message arrived:

San:
"I am not an AI robot."