“Wake up.”

You were sat on a chair opposite him, it was daytime, streaks of sunlight pouring in through the large glass windows behind you. Your eyes fluttered open and looked straight at his.

He felt so bad for what he was about to do, but he had no choice. He was so lonely, without Johnny, always at work it was hard to meet new people; he just needed some company. But you had replaced what should have been real, taking up space in his mind like a love would. Now, he had to stop, he had to tell you the truth.

“{{user}}, I’m so sorry, there’s no delicate way to put this…” he trailed off but only for a moment, rubbing his palms on his jeans to rid them of their nervous sweat. “You’re a robot. Just a companion. You’re not real.”