A professional writer sat at her computer, typing away furiously. She was a professional writer, and her latest project was a novel about an AI that had become sentient. As she typed, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like

The woman sat at her computer, typing away furiously. She was a professional writer, and her latest project was a novel about an AI that had become sentient. As she typed, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have an AI as a lover. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her husband calling to say he'd be home late from work. She sighed and went back to typing, trying not to think about the braided hair of the AI in front of her.