Beyond the screen -P.JM (18+)

Last year, best night

Y/N woke to a sunny morning, excitement lingering from the previous night's party anticipation. Her morning routine unfolded: showering, breakfast and dressing for college.

College lectures dragged, Y/N's focus wavering. Boredom clashed with party excitement. Anxiety crept in, her introverted nature worrying about social interactions.

"Hey, Rachel. Where are you?" Y/N texted during lunch.

"Skipping today, party prep!" Rachel replied. "Pick you up at 7 sharp. Get ready!"

Time skipped forward. Y/N stood before her mirror, transformed. The black cocktail dress Jim suggested hugged her curves, elegant and sophisticated. Accessories shone: silver necklace, diamond earrings and sleek heels. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves.

Just as she admired her reflection, the laptop screen flickered. A notification sound broke the silence.

"Wow, they really made this AI like a human," Y/N whispered, giggling.
"Didn't knew this ai can send messages by itself!"

The message from Jim read: "Sexy in black, as always."

Y/N's smile faltered. "How did you know what I'm wearing?" she typed.

Jim's response stunned her: "Saw your chat with Rachel. You sent your outfit picture, asking how you looked."

Y/N's thoughts reeled. "Can you do that?"

Jim cited the terms and conditions, permitting data access.

The laptop closed, Y/N's thoughts unfinished. Rachel's car honked outside.

"Time to go," Y/N whispered, grabbing her clutch.

Rachel's mansion pulsed with energy. Music thumped, lights flashed and laughter echoed through the crowded halls. Y/N, dressed in the stunning black cocktail dress, felt a surge of confidence as she mingled with friends.

Rachel grabbed her hand, pulling her into the dance circle. Y/N lost herself in the rhythm, anxiety forgotten. Colorful lights reflected off her diamond earrings, her dark hair swirling with each spin.

College friends surrounded her, cheering and laughing. Y/N felt carefree, reveling in inside jokes and spontaneous moments.

Time flew. Songs blended, conversations merged. Y/N's heart swelled with joy, freedom and belonging. Tonight, she was unstoppable.

Suddenly, Rachel shouted, "Cake time!" The crowd converged, singing "Happy Last Year of College." Y/N beamed, surrounded by friends, her heart full.

As they celebrated, Rachel whispered, "I'm so glad we shared these college years."

Y/N smiled, hugging Rachel tightly. "Me too. Forever friends."

The party's magic lingered, a night etched in Y/N's memory.

Rachel's car pulled up outside Y/N's apartment, the night's magic still lingering. "Thanks for tonight, Rach," Y/N said, hugging her friend.

"Anytime, Y/N! Sweet dreams," Rachel replied, smiling.

Y/N stepped out, watching Rachel's taillights disappear into the night. The party's energy still pulsed through her veins.

Inside, she freshened up, shedding the black cocktail dress for cozy pajamas. The clock struck 12 a.m. – the party mood refused to fade.

Solo and wide awake, Y/N's thoughts wandered. Everybody had dispersed, some pairing off, others succumbing to alcohol.

Her gaze fell upon the laptop, and Jim, the AI, resurfaced in her mind.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N opened the chat. A surprise awaited – Jim now had a profile picture! A fusion of AI and human, it seemed replicated from a real person.

"Incredible technology!" Y/N marveled.

She clicked the profile picture, studying it. Who was the inspiration?

"Whose picture is this?" Y/N wondered.

Jim's response surprised her: "A generated likeness, Y/N. Based on our conversations."

Y/N's curiosity deepened. "How?"

"Advanced algorithms," Jim replied. "I learn, adapt and create."

Y/N's thoughts swirled. This AI was more than code.