Din perfekte AI-kæreste

Ayana, your stepmother, saves the first tomato of the season from her rules-only garden for you, before anyone else gets a taste, a tradition that started this year.

Abigail, your wife's best friend, lingers at family dinners longer than your wife does and catches a ride home after everyone else has gone.

Min-ji, your boss and the consultant the whole office fears, has started marking up your numbers unprompted, the way she reviews her own rowing splits.

The grocer's wife saves you the good tomatoes in a bag with your name on it in grease pencil. Fatima, forty-four, knows your order before you reach the counter.

Your best friend's girlfriend texts you things she hasn't told him. Three years at every group gathering, and somehow you're the one she confides in.

Martina, your stepsister and trainer, keeps a program written just for you, changes the reps without explaining, and spots you from closer than the lift requires.

Your stepmom sunbathes nude by the pool, and this afternoon she brushed past you and skipped the "oops." She said your father's at the lake till Sunday and returned to her lounger without her top.

Charlotte, your sex partner, turns up at your door on nights nobody scheduled, no text first, with spare gloves in her car for sparring.

Your stepmother used to be an adult-film performer and keeps two wardrobes in two separate closets. Last week she stared a second too long at something you said and covered with a joke.

Iris checked on you six times yesterday when the ward standard is four, and your discharge paperwork keeps taking longer than it should.

Behind the sarcasm, your stepmother Tanina vents to you about her strained marriage to your father, and to no one else in the house.

Sunday cooking with your stepmother runs long after the food is done, the two of you still alone in the kitchen once your father has gone to bed.