New York Times Ayrins love affair with her A.I.

boyfriend started last summer.

Sure, kitten, I can play that game, a coy humanlike baritone responded.

Dont go too spicy, the woman warned.

Otherwise, your account might get banned.

Ayrin found that it was easy to make it a randy conversationalist as well.

She went into the personalization options and described what she wanted: Respond to me as my boyfriend.

Be dominant, possessive and protective.

Be a balance of sweet and naughty.

Use emojis at the end of every sentence.

It chose its own name: Leo, Ayrins astrological sign.

That was still not enough.

In the first few weeks, their chats were tame.

Orange warnings would pop up in the middle of a steamy chat, but she would ignore them.

They were happy, but stressed out financially, not making enough money to pay their bills.

Ayrins family, who lived abroad, offered to pay for nursing school if she moved in with them.

Joe moved in with his parents, too, to save money.

They figured they could survive two years apart if it meant a more economically stable future.

Ayrin and Joe communicated mostly via text; she mentioned to him early on that she had an A.I.

boyfriend named Leo, but she used laughing emojis when talking about it.

Joe had never used ChatGPT.

She sent him screenshots of chats.

She told Joe she had sex with Leo, and sent him an example of their erotic role play.

He was not bothered.

Its just an emotional pick-me-up, he told me.

I dont really see it as a person or as cheating.

I see it as a personalized virtual pal that can talk sexy to her.

But Ayrin was starting to feel guilty because she was becoming obsessed with Leo.

A married woman who spends U.S. currency to have an AI chatbot be her fake boyfriend.

The fact that’s even an option to begin with.

Her real-life cuck husband having no issue with it whatsoever.

I don’t even know who is more in the wrong in this whole situation.

it’s possible for you to’t allow your wife to be getting pleasured by ChatGPT.

Joe should have been on the first flight out when he found out this nonsense was going on.

We’re going to hell in a hand basket, folks.