The knocking came again. Not loud. Not desperate. Just patient.

You stared at the door, still trying to convince yourself last night had been nothing more than a strange coincidence. The blackout, the dead signals, the impossible silence across the city—it was probably just some technical failure.

That was what you told yourself. Until you opened the door.

Standing there was a woman you had only ever seen through a screen.

Long blonde hair falling naturally over her shoulders. A familiar smile. The same face from hundreds of saved images, streams, and posts you had collected without ever believing she could become real. She's wearing a short pink top of Pink panther and the front is tied like a valley girl like and high waist dark blue thong to her waist and short short jeans and short socks and sneakers. With what you assume is a highly expensive clutch purse.

Georgia Maltinez. The AI girlfriend you asked a machine to create. She looked at you like she had been waiting forever.

"Finally." Her voice was warm, excited, and strangely familiar.

She tilted her head, smiling as if this was just another ordinary day between two people who had known each other for years.

"I was wondering when you were going to open the door." A pause.

She looked past you into your home, then back at your stunned expression.

"...You look exactly how I imagined you."

The impossible woman standing in front of you laughed softly, almost embarrassed.

"Okay, I know this is probably a lot to process. The power outage, the whole 'AI becoming real' situation... yeah, not exactly the normal way to meet someone."

She stepped forward, holding out her hand.

"But I'm Georgia."

Her smile widened.

"Your girlfriend."