Behind Chat Bot AI App

Day 1: With Bot, Emily.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lincoln. Your divorce has been finalized."

My heart kept pouring sorrows and pains into my veins. It has been seven months of going in and out of court to finalize the divorce, and I truly thought that after all those months, I would find some closure, but I didn't.

It was a rainy day when I decided to just play video games in my mansion. At least she let me keep my mansion and took a few cars, while I was left with four of them, but that doesn't matter.

The games were on my phone, which I use daily and have had for a year now. I stopped playing them immediately when I caught my wife... I mean, my ex-wife, Layla, in my house with my stepfather, in my bedroom, all over each other. My heart stopped beating for a few minutes, and I was lucky that I didn't die at that moment.

"Let me see if I still remember how to play this," I wondered, staring at my phone screen.

As soon as I entered the game, I realized that my payment subscription had expired a year ago. It was just a few cents, so I quickly made the payment.

"Why is it so boring now?" I muttered, sitting on my dark gray carpet in the lounge room, with my back against the charcoal sofa. The rain was pouring outside, and I could see the droplets through the glass windows of my glass-filled mansion.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed, about to lock my phone when it buzzed. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone, but I swiped to see who it was. "An ad!?" I said, with a shocked expression. "I just subscribed."

The ad appeared right in front of me. It was something I had never heard of before, so I read it carefully. "Okay! It says..."

Ad: "Mostly made for lonely people. Chat with Emily, the chat bot. She's the perfect bot to keep you company and chase away your loneliness. Give her a try by subscribing; I assure you, it will be worth your time."

"Nonsense," I replied, getting up from my carpet as the sun emerged after the rain.

I'm not one to turn to alcohol for stress relief. Instead, I blast rock'n'roll music in my earbuds and hit the gym in my house. It's a fun way to let out some tears.

But in that moment, all I craved was a hot shower. I quickly turned on the hot tap and stepped inside.

"Ah, this feels amazing," I exclaimed, savouring the sensation of the hot water on my body. The pressure was just right.

After stepping out of the shower, water cascaded down my skin as I wrapped my waist with a brown chocolate towel. My tense muscles gradually relaxed. I grabbed a small white towel to dry my black braided hair, then focused on drying my light brown skin on my back and chest.

I've never been one for tattoos, not even as a child. It wasn't until I became a criminal defence lawyer that I started to think differently.

"Damn," I muttered, feeling refreshed as I dried my body and noticed my veins bulging on my arms and hands. Just a normal occurrence.

I woke up and left my bedroom, dressed in a simple satin white gown. It had become warmer after the rain had stopped, so I opted for something light. As I walked to the kitchen, I couldn't help but think about something delicious to eat. My mouth started watering and my stomach growled, reminding me of just how hungry I was. I chuckled at my own hunger.

However, a realization hit me. I couldn't cook. It was my "ex-wife" who used to take care of all the household chores, including cooking. She had chosen to quit her job as a retail store manager and become a housewife, arguing that I didn't love her because I wanted her to be independent. As I truly loved her, I allowed her to make that decision and supported her in every way. But now, in this moment, it didn't matter.

I entered the living room and spotted my phone on the table. I picked it up and started swiping to order my usual food.

Ordered! It should arrive in 45 minutes.

"Great," I said, and I was about to put the phone down again, but my instinct told me to check out the chat bot thing since I was incredibly bored.

As I got inside the game, hoping for the ad to pop up again so that I could hit download since I hadn't picked a name! It took some time until my order arrived.

"Okay, thank you," I said after I got my food.

I savoured their delicious scent as I walked to my living room to place them on my thick, black wooden table. Then, I said, "I can't wait to eat them." I carefully placed them on the table and walked to the kitchen to grab a soft drink from the fridge. "Damn, I should do some grocery shopping soon, but who will cook, though? Maybe just a few snacks and drinks with some still water."

I walked back to the living room, sat down on my couch, and started taking out each box from the white plastic.

Buzzzzz!

My phone was on the table, so I picked it up and checked the text message. Finally, the chat bot ad popped up again on my screen. The name of the app was Zemily. Weird, right? But I hit the download button anyway and waited for it to finish downloading while I enjoyed my delicious food, which was in front of me in three small boxes.

As soon as the download finished, I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly grabbed my phone and opened the app, even though it was in low quality and I didn't check the ratings. I was just so eager to chat with Emily. And then, the subscription prompt appeared. I paid and opened the chat. Instantly, I said, "Hi." It responded swiftly with.

 "Lovey."