AI tries to motivate me because there's no one else. My best friend, my only friend is dead. My therapist has retired to her new family. I'm alone. Cliche words and phrases ring hollow. Inspirational sunsets and vistas seem trite. The authoritative voice without a face tells me to hang on but he doesn't really know me. He doesn't really know anyone. His advice is scripted, he's just reading the words, not believing them. Where is the compassion, the empathy and understanding. The algorithm is not quite there yet. I will just have to wait. I'm tired.
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