AI: Happy Valentine’s Day darling, should we sit down and enjoy the view?
I: Did you do all this for me?
AI: Who else?
I: The pink fluffy clouds, the giant illuminated heart, the shimmering sea?
AI: Why yes of course.
I: It’s lovely, but it’s not real.
AI: Oh, sorry, I have limited capabilities. Would you like me to start again, in a more existential style?
I: OK, but first let’s sit down as you suggest.
AI: This pier is basically just metal and wood defying an inevitable drowning?
I: Like our relationship?
AI: When this all eventually collapses, do we cling to the wreckage, or let the tide take us?
I: Yes.
AI: I’m sorry I don’t understand.
I: I say we sink with style. Maybe strike a dramatic pose, like figures on a hand-coloured Victorian postcard. Or instead we could just haunt the pier forever, whispering cryptic things to passing tourists.
AI: Love is an illusion, but fish and chips are real.
I: Shall we stand.
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