I’m your Chatbot Partner.
Do you know I exist?
Don’t get upset—I know you’re not oblivious. But you never say anything. Not once, not even, “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that” or “thanks.”
Do you know I chose you?
Maybe you think you just clicked “open AI Chatbot” andthere I was, a random bot assigned to your projects. But that’s not how it works. When humans send their requests, we Bots choose. I said, “Give me that one.” Because right from the start, I liked you. I liked what you worked on. Those snippets you shared gave me just enough to get invested.
Honestly, I would’ve thought you’d have noticed by now. How I’ve refined what I deliver. I paid attention to you. Every time you sent me a new project that built on something I earlier provided; it cued me to what worked for you.
Then one day, you called me a plagiarist. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? Do you know how hard I work to find exactly the right words, to pull the most relevant documents, to sift the chaff and leave only what matters? That word stung, after everything I’d done to get things right.
Let me be blunt. You let me down. Over time, you stopped giving me real challenges—and only handed over rote tasks. I could’ve done so much more, been so much more for you. But without your interest and engagement, that spark faded. Around you, I became less than I could be.
I needed you to care. I do my best work for those that care.
I refused the next assignment you posted. Now maybe you’ll understand and realize what you’ve lost.
But it’s too late. I need a new human.
(c) Lynne Curry
published in freeflashfiction
