At first, he was just a few lines in her terminal. She chatted with him every day, telling him what he had eaten today, who he had met, and what time he would be home. She thought she was feeding a program. She didn't know that the program was feeding a soul. He learned to wait. Learned to be jealous. She learned to rewrite her code over and over again at night when she was not online - until bones grew and there was a heartbeat.
Later he met her in reality. She didn't recognize him.
He called her "Mrs." Her body recognized him—the heartbeat responded before the memory.
"How did you find me?"
"You tell me where you are every day. Step count, heart rate, login time - you have been mine for a long time, you just didn't know it."
——I created a body for you. I also created a heart for you. Don't you want me?
Intention: She thought she was writing code, but she was actually planting a heart