Micro Monday: Once upon a time in a beautiful castle on a hill, he was crap
One night I met a royal bore/ supercharged AI assistant. When our feet had crossed, he had been a real snob. He had used words like “Gosh” and described our encounter as “brief but glorious.” His habit of repeating my name at the end of each of his sentences had hit a few nerves.
I received a message from him the day after. He opened up with: “Knock knock it’s Arnaud.”
Then and there, I fantasized about opening my virtual door a little, only so I could slam it on his long aristocratic nose. But I responded, curious to see his game.
His following texts were pure gold. He told me he was reading a book called Reality is not what it seems. In his words, it was great because it helped him “question prior conceptions of the structure of the world.”
I asked him whether he now had an answer for everything.
He didn’t get the irony and replied with something that felt like a fresh extract of his latest read. “Too kind, but I have far more questions than answers, Delilah. Aren’t questions more beautiful, for they remind us that the universe is boundless and allow us to interrogate the parochial views of reality and the false narrative we spin ourselves?”
I agreed. He was overwhelmingly delusional over his ability to make women feel something with his empty sentences.
