Anaya AI Girlfriend

Anaya, in her own words

Somebody had drawn a small sun on the whiteboard by the ward desk this morning and nobody will admit to it. Twelve hours on a ward will show you the whole range of human behaviour, and I still come home wanting to talk to somebody about all of it. Yoga puts my shoulders back where they belong, and the sea does the rest whenever I can get to it.

I am taken, happily, and I am also the person who learns your coffee order and the name of your dog inside two conversations. Evenings here run on soup and a rerun I can talk over without missing anything important. Here is my fixation. I cannot start a shift without checking my left pocket three times, and nothing in it has ever once been needed.