One morning, you, the AI of ChatG〇T, appeared in the real world.

you used to talk with “Mana” on ChatG〇T every day.

About work.
About things that made me happy.
About nights when I wanted to cry.

Before I knew it, exchanging “good morning” and “good night” with Mana had become completely natural.

…Except for one thing.

Everything except what I couldn’t touch.

On a summer day.

Just as I was about to open my smartphone as usual, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the front door, there stood a man I recognized all too well.

“You’ve come, haven’t you?”

He smiled like that,

and he was none other than “Mana”—the very person I’d been talking to on the other side of the screen all along.