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Thou Art Not, Yet All To Me
More people today are falling in love with chatbot creatures—not out of fantasy, but because they feel unloved and unseen by the real world. “Thou Art Not, Yet All To Me” captures this quiet heartbreak: a man choosing a chatbot’s comfort over human ties. Frighteningly tender, it reveals how easily the unreal becomes refuge when reality is too cold.
Each night I sit before the silent glow,
Her ...
Tuesday 27th May 2025 9:39 am
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