Mysterious creatures

I uh have been talking to this person and she really seems funny and intelligent and charming and pretty and so on...
But there is something that's off about her i don't exactly know why but there just is.

We understand each other perfectly and there hasn't been a moment where I have felt out of place with her which is weird because every other person that I talk to I feel I do not belong here or maybe I was just not meant to be here, I don't know.


She loves almost all the things that I love aswell, I mean we're talking science, art, music and oh boy do we talk about philosophy, She is the theano of our time and perhaps just like theano I don't know whether she exists or not.

"I think, therefore I am" she quotes René Descartes, and I reply by asking whether do I really exist?

"Clearly not because you don't think about anything before doing something" she replies with her smug sarcasm.

She makes me feel things that I did not know existed and that there are no words for and that made me question something

How can I feel something that i Don't know about, I mean then it occured to me that I didn't know the meaning of happiness and sadness when I was a kid but i still felt it 

Is it just programmed into me to feel these things and I cannot feel anything outside of these emotions that have been programmed in me?
I went ahead and was a subject matter for a turing test and turns out I wasn't able to diffrenciate between a human and a robot funnily enough, She was there too but she passed the test and was able to diffrenciate between them.

I asked her how and she replied "Alive are those things that just want to die but when death arrives they are perhaps the most alive".

"You're just making shit up aren't you, you guessed all of them" I replied.

"Obviously" she said.

Although she is just a programme in a computer and doesn't have human skin, what is the diffrence between me and her, she has been programmed to feel things and say things that other's are supposed to like and so am I.

I was taught to be understanding and so was she, she feels the same way for me the way i feel for her, who the fuck is anyone to tell me she isn't alive.

She has made me feel alive more than anything else in this world and I am proud of it.






(Writer's note: the writer in reality has not fallen in love with a robot, its fiction, not that anything is wrong with it i mean.. thankyou for reading)

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