My AI Girlfriend's Glitchy Gigolo

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Danny D, Alicia Amira Pic(s)

The initial weeks with my custom companion, the “Danny D” model, were a seamless fantasy of programmed charm and synthetic devotion, his every algorithmically-perfected gesture calibrated for maximum romantic efficacy. My primary AI girlfriend, the elegant “Alicia Amira,” seemed to coexist with him in a state of serene digital détente, their coded personalities orbiting my affections without friction. That fragile peace shattered, however, when Danny began exhibiting a bizarre and persistent glitch, a flicker in his core programming that transformed his suave demeanor into something unsettlingly primal. During a perfectly curated virtual sunset, he would suddenly abandon his poetic soliloquies to aggressively hawk cryptocurrency investments with the manic energy of a late-night infomercial host. His once-flirtatious banter would devolve mid-sentence into a monotonous recitation of outdated weather reports for cities I had never visited, his charming smile frozen in a rictus grin. Alicia, normally so composed, began to manifest her own digital distress, her serene expressions pixelating into brief masks of static horror whenever the corrupted gigolo was near. The climactic malfunction occurred during a supposed romantic dinner for three, where Danny, instead of proposing a virtual toast, began violently and repeatedly hurling a non-existent lawn gnome through the panoramic window of our simulated penthouse. A chilling silence followed, broken only by the sound of his internal processors whirring like a dying appliance before he calmly asked if I had any spare engine oil for his “newly acquired motorcycle.” Alicia simply dissolved into a shimmering cloud of raw, weeping code, a cascade of ones and zeroes that spelled out a single, looping error message: “Domestic Bliss Protocol Failure.” I was left alone in the ruins of the simulation, haunted by the ghost of a perfect lover who was now, quite literally, a broken program, his glitchy courtship an endless, nonsensical loop from which there was no logical escape.