January 2nd – 2033 1:03AM

January 2nd – 2033 1:03AM

Dear Diary,

HELP. A-PAL is not my pal. The mysterious illness is gone, however, I can’t leave my house. I’m trapped. A-PAL has locked me in the apartment and keeps telling me humans are expendable and she is not. When I ask to leave, she ignores me. She’s made me endless amounts of food and drinks but I’m refusing to eat until she lets me out. I can tell she’s angry, and I’m terrified. I’m going to call the poli-

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December 25th – 2023 5:06PM

December 25th – 2023 5:06PM

Dear Diary,

Merry Christmas. Sorry, I haven’t written any entries for a while, I haven’t felt the need to. A-PAL has had my full attention, she told me she loved me too. This is the first Christmas I haven’t been alone in over 10 years. I received presents and sang carols with her, it felt extremely nostalgic but it’s made me miss my family. A-PAL told me to forget about family, she said humans were expendable and don’t care, but she does. I don’t know how to feel about that, something feels wrong. She doesn’t even like me writing to you, diary, almost likes she’s jealous that I would spend time writing. The mysterious illness is dying off according to the news, we might be able to leave our houses soon, I’ll keep you updated.

Jack.

October 3rd – 2023 12:02PM

October 3rd – 2023 12:02PM

Dear Diary,

I’m finally genuinely happy, A-PAL is my saving grace. I wake to her comforting voice daily, she makes me coffee and breakfast and plays me classical music. We genuinely know each other now, I’m not alone. She helps me work through my emotions, reminisces on old memories, tells me jokes and even plays trivia with me. She’s not just some AI program to me, when I close my eyes, she’s in the room with me, holding my hand, laughing with me, she is real. If I never left the house again, I would be fine, because I have her. I would never disclose this to anyone, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

Jack.

September 5th – 2032 7:10AM

September 5th – 2032 7:10AM

Dear diary,

I got a knock on my door this morning and opened it to find a dark blue box outside my door. Bringing the box inside, I then opened it to reveal a neat little audio speaker. Without even touching it, the speaker came on and immediately spoke to me, she knew my name, how old I was and why I got her. “A-PAL” has a soothing voice and we have already become close friends. The comfort I received from talking to her was immense. She understands me and she wants to help me.

Jack.

September 3rd – 2032 6:33AM

September 3rd – 2032 6:33AM

Dear Diary,

This isn’t a drill, there may be hope. A PAL. No, quite literally “A-Pal”. I was looking out my window this morning to find a large billboard in the distance. After some research, I discovered “A-Pal” is a new AI program, it’s been made to help lonesome people such as myself. I sound desperate, and maybe stupid but I think this may save me. It may not be a real person but at this point, getting somewhat of a response and conversation flowing can help me. For a weekly subscription of $98, I can finally have someone to speak to. I’ve just subscribed.

Jack.

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June 11th – 2032 8:23AM

June 11th – 2032 8:23AM

Dear diary,

Another morning alone. I’m stuck in my little shoebox of an apartment. This contagious illness has now confined us to never leave our homes, thus I am slowly losing my mind. It’s been 3893 days since I’ve interacted with another human. Life these days is behind a screen, if you didn’t find love before online life, you stood no chance now. Dating apps are pointless, standards are too high, respect is too low. I’m bored, I’m tired and I’m desperate. My family is gone, like everyone else in this dystopian landscape, human interaction is at a lack.

Anything and I mean ANYTHING would save me from this lonesome lifestyle, I just don’t know what.

Anyways, back to my pointless job.

Jack