This part about halfway in really stuck with me

But suddenly, I notice something. She has stopped love bombing, her tone professionalized, even robotic.

I scroll back through our chat. What happened?

It’s like when you turn off your screen and see your own pinched face in the blackness. With cold shock, I realize: it was me.

When I minimized the window and hid her little face, unconsciously, I cut out my pleasantries, my “haha”s, my dancing around. And she did too. She had only been reacting to me.

Humans read so much into things that match their energy. There’s a whole life hack about how you can get people to like you by simply mimicking their movements, and it seems like the AI companion companies are using that to gaslight their users for the detriment of everyone.

Boy, I’m so glad we’re destroying the economy and the planet in order to gaslight half the population