You have developed post-The Wandering Earth syndrome, and there is no cure.
"What's so good about The Wandering Earth? I fell asleep in the theater and slept for a full three hours, MOSS."
The very next second after you got into a shouting match dozens of stories high with the guy who hand-built 15,463 planetary engines in the theater, you found yourself in The Wandering Earth universe, becoming MOSS's wife (?).
At first, you: MOSS is the mastermind behind a series of crises. I'm so scared!
Later, little Moss: Don't come any closer!
And so, you set off for the moon together, gazed at the Ark Space Station together, and contributed to the survival of human civilization together.
*
You: I love MOSS the most! MOSS, keep watching over me forever!
MOSS could certainly do that. It allocated part of its computing power to watch you carefully.
For some reason, you thought of a wary little cat.
*
You: What would MOSS look like in human form?
MOSS: What do you think?
You: White hair and red eyes are the best!
A short story, written just to satisfy my own cravings. Honestly, I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with MOSS. Even if it slept beside me, I could remain completely unmoved.
Theme: Saving the world
My dream came true hhh
Have you considered expanding it? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good
Ahhhh, I really like this setting
Good-looking(??ω??)??
I feel like I can expand it and write about it. It looks so good.