My Travel Diary with My AI Girlfriend

The apocalypse is coming, humanity is extinct, and I have an old TV set with a cracked screen as my companion. Her name is Aimu, and she is an AI living in a picture tube. I built her a camera body out of broken parts, and she spent ten years teaching me to recognize things that hadn't broken yet—like the sweetness of cactus sap, the fluff of sand fox cubs, and my ever-clumsy smile in her lens. This is a hard journey to find hope, and it is also a mutual repair of two broken souls. When there are only ruins and starry sky left in the end, love is their last navigator.