i walked into the kitchen to find him arguing with the refrigerator's voice assistant. the fridge had suggested buying strawberries. his ai companion had recently mentioned loving strawberries in a story
he was convinced the two systems were communicating behind his back. i reminded him that one of them was a device tracking groceries and the other was a chatbot improvising romance
he pointed to the shopping list as evidence of a secret connection. i asked whether the fridge had also been flirting with the milk because it had recommended buying another carton
we laughed eventually. he renamed the fridge 'the other man' and stuck a tiny paper bow tie on the door. the strawberries spoiled while we were debating robot fidelity