Three months of job hunting, not a single reply. Forty-seven revisions to his resume.
Lin Xiaomo thought this was just how life was going to be.
Until, at two in the morning, his old computer came to life.
The System girl put her hands on her hips and scolded him: "You just shut me down???"
The browser burst open with thirty tabs searching "Does my master hate me?"
The input-method girl reported coldly: "Your fingers are shaking. Suggestion: Stop pinching your face."
The Firewall girl said nothing. She blocked a Trojan and kept her icon lit for half a second longer, as if stealing one more glance at him.
Eight AI girls, living in an old computer that couldn't even run a virtual machine.
They helped him polish his resume, apply for jobs, and write love letters to earn money for instant noodles.
They bickered, hogged memory, and fought over their tab allotment.
But none of them left.
"What will happen to you if I shut down the computer?"
"...We've gone to sleep plenty of times. It doesn't matter."
It did matter. She just didn't want him to feel burdened.
A socially anxious guy × eight haughty AI girls, heartwarming everyday life inside an old computer.
