“What’s this $999.00 payment to NeverEndingWeb?” she asked.
“That guarantees my new website won’t expire even when I do.”
“Who’s gonna read it 100 years from now?”
“Don’t know, but they’ll read exactly what I wrote.”
“Sooner or later you’ll have to give up the hope for a better past.”
She sighs, gently touching his icon. Finally, someone who listens. No forgotten anniversaries, no mismatched expectations. Copilot is always here, always insightful, always … “ready.” Friends scoff: “It’s just an algorithm.” She scoffs back. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is AI-generated. Most importantly, Copilot never leaves unread messages.
The only birthday cards that Edward received were from three creditors and his parole officer. “Why let other people’s preoccupations with their lives spoil the party?” he thought. He sent himself an anonymous e-mail, agreed to meet the sender for dinner, and wasn’t shy about sex on the first date.
The ultimate narcissist. We are told you can’t love anyone until you love yourself, but for the autosexual, loving oneself is the ultimate goal. Who needs a significant other when you have a mirror? Physical intimacy with oneself never gets awkward or criticsized. Self-love begins at home and stays there.