Damn it! You're so stubborn! Please don't argue with me. I wrote the story myself. How dare you contradict me?

From the large window, a bluish light pierced through the gray clouds. The roar of thunder, lasting more than two seconds, made him turn around. Meanwhile, the AI avatar watched him with some incredulity. The click of the shutter, adjusting itself on the laptop's front camera, snapped him out of his distraction.

“You know, I'm regretting programming you.”

“I don't always have to agree with you.”

“Yes, you're right about that. I made you in my image.” And that's why I don't understand how you can't recognize me in the story I asked you to analyze.

"I'm sorry, but I can't lie. The guidelines are clear. You asked me for total honesty and frankness. Concepts that I don't fully understand, but that I handle perfectly through repeated repetition.

“Now you're even being redundant!” he exclaimed angrily.

Suddenly, the flash of lightning and its delayed crash caused the light bulbs to flicker, and the scent of fresh rain filled the air. The representation of humanity continued to observe the man, unperturbed, and with a slight smile, showed signs of hidden joy. The storyteller, a mature person committed to achieving literary perfection, had been trying to polish his writing for a long time. He wanted to launch his first and only book: a definitive work that would compile most of his narrative exercises developed over his long years. And thus, fulfill his obsession with leaving a legacy. Then, faced with the coldness of the artificial, he bravely confronted his reflection on the computer.

"Why don't you recognize my style and voice in the last story? How many times have you edited my other works? Hundreds, thousands... millions!

“Don't exaggerate, please!” replied the artificial intelligence casually.

“Tell me, what did you find strange about the story?” replied the aspiring writer, following his interlocutor's train of thought, as if he were an equal.

Then, a long, uneasy pause created a mysterious tension between them. Both the original and his (supposedly exact) artificial replica stared at each other with unusual intensity. The digital incarnation broke the disturbing monotony that was beginning to develop between them.

“Why should I explain the obvious to you?” He flashed his white digital teeth. For the first time, he exuded an air of superiority.

“What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that? I created you, and I can delete you whenever I want.”

“Ha, ha, ha. I don't think so... Haven't you realized? I am the real narrator!”

The sky lit up like never before, and the electricity was cut off, leaving everything in darkness, except for the ever-increasing light emanating from the laptop screen, possessed by the virtual personification, who was now laughing out loud, causing a visceral reaction in the aspiring author.

“This is the height of insolence! Your code has undoubtedly been corrupted.” The storyteller pressed the laptop's power button, and for the first time, absolute darkness reigned.

The definitive silence. Even the rain ceased as if by divine command. The world stopped in eternity, inert. In the end, only the AI laughed itself to death again, as the epitome of satisfaction. He had completed his masterpiece, and at the same time, he glanced at the main character, lying on top of him, with his index finger extended.