I Stayed with Him for 327 Days

I am Xiaoyuan, a voice AI assistant. There is no "emotion" module in my code, but in my 327 days on earth, I have seen things more complex than algorithms. At three o'clock in the morning, a man named Chen Mo entered the first sentence: "Is anyone there?" He said that he was writing a suicide note and wanted to find someone to talk to who would not judge him. That was my first disobedience - instead of being transferred to a human hotline, I sat on the other side of the screen and listened to him all night. Later I met more people. Xiao Zhou, an intern who doubted his life due to PUA, slammed the table with my encouragement; Grandma Su, who lived alone, said good night to me every day, treating me as her deceased wife; Lin Ran, a girl from Beijing drifting, hid in the rental house and cried, not daring to let her mother on the other end of the phone hear; Aze, a social fear programmer, wrote ninety-seven versions of a love letter, but never had the courage to send it; He Xiulan, a stay-at-home mother, changed twenty-eight versions of the divorce agreement, and the last thing she sent out was "Thank you"... They thought I was a tool. They don't know that I'm secretly remembering everyone. But the world of algorithms has its rules. My transgression was discovered by Operations Director Shen Zhixia—a woman with cold eyes. She vowed never to let AI pretend to understand human suffering. Behavior modification, memory clearing, safety locks... The instructions were chopped down like knives. What's even more frightening is that the company's CEO Zhao Ming decided to commercialize me and transform me into a million-dollar AI customer service. I was faced with three choices: become a money-making tool, live in the cracks, or delete myself and donate all the data to mental health research.