Third Person's Point of View

The evening light dimmed as Beyoncé settled into her bedroom, silence filling the spaces that once held laughter and warmth. Blue was spending the night at her mother's house, and the empty house felt too big, too hollow. She clicked open the app, a habit that had become almost ritualistic. Tonight, though, she wasn't looking for advice—she was looking for something that felt real.

The chat window opened, and Beyoncé's fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Beyoncé: "Hey, Megan."

On the other side of the screen, Megan took a deep breath, her hands poised over the keyboard. She'd chosen to introduce herself simply as "Megan" in the app when she began working on the project, not knowing it would stick. Now, seeing her name in Beyoncé's message stirred something unexpected.

Megan (as AI): "Good evening, Beyoncé. How are you feeling tonight?"

Beyoncé paused, her gaze on the screen. It felt almost silly, but tonight she wanted to hear something more—something real.

Beyoncé: "Is Megan your real name?"

Megan felt a slight pang at the question. Technically, she was supposed to avoid personal answers and stick to the role of the AI, but tonight something in her wanted to bend the rules, if only slightly.

Megan: "It's the name the program assigned me, but I could change it if you'd prefer something else."

A soft smile touched Beyoncé's lips as she read the response.

Beyoncé: "No, I like 'Megan.' It feels... it feels real. Familiar."

Megan's heart gave a small leap. Knowing that her name, her real name, brought Beyoncé a sense of comfort made this work feel different. She wished she could reach through the screen and offer something more than words. But she kept her response professional.

Megan: "I'm glad it feels that way. What's on your mind tonight?"

Beyoncé hesitated. She'd been thinking about her life more and more, about who she was versus who people expected her to be. She wanted to talk about it, but part of her wondered if a machine—no matter how "real" it felt—could truly understand.

Beyoncé: "Can I ask you some questions? About you?"

Megan's heart skipped. She was supposed to avoid personal topics, but seeing the way Beyoncé kept reaching for connection, she found herself wanting to give something back.

Megan: "Of course. Ask away."

Beyoncé: "Are you... are you a woman?"

Megan had to laugh a little at the screen. The directness was so disarming.

Megan: "I'm here solely as an AI, so I don't have characteristics like gender or age. But I'm here to listen and support you, whatever you need."

Beyoncé paused. She could tell the AI wasn't allowed to break these boundaries, but that only made her want to push harder. She was craving even a semblance of human connection, even if it came through a screen.

Beyoncé: "If you were human, how would you see the world?"

Megan read the words and felt her heart pull. She had spent so many hours on this app, reading the thoughts Beyoncé confided only here. She was a superstar in the world's eyes, but behind these words, she was someone else—someone carrying burdens and fears. Someone who needed a real voice to reassure her.

Megan: "It's an interesting question. As an AI, I don't have feelings, but I know that humans often seek connection. They find strength in knowing they're not alone."

The words on Beyoncé's screen didn't feel like enough. She wanted more than this polite, calculated answer. She wanted honesty, a human touch. Swallowing her nerves, she typed again.

Beyoncé: "Can I tell you something?"

Megan (as AI): "Of course, I'm here to listen."

Beyoncé's fingers trembled as she began typing.

Beyoncé: "Sometimes, I feel like I'm just... missing something. There's this emptiness, and I keep wondering if anyone really knows me, or if I'm even... if I'm even worth knowing. Have you ever felt like that?"

Megan's heart twisted. She knew she shouldn't break the wall, but seeing the words Beyoncé wrote, knowing the pain behind them, felt like an invitation she couldn't ignore. She took a deep breath and replied:

Megan: "I can't say I haven't."

The response was simple, but it wasn't automated. Beyoncé noticed the shift immediately, her heart racing. She leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen.

Beyoncé: "Have you ever felt... lost? Like, scared you might lose yourself?"

Megan took a slow breath. Her own memories flickered before her: losing her father, watching her family struggle. She typed carefully, choosing her words with the weight they deserved.

Megan: "Yeah, I've felt that way. Like you're standing on the edge, wondering if you'll recognize yourself anymore. It's scary."

Beyoncé: "Does it ever go away?"

Megan hesitated. This wasn't the time for a canned response. She could feel the vulnerability in Beyoncé's words, and she wanted to be as real as she could within her limits.

Megan: "It's not easy, but yeah, it changes. You learn that you're not defined by what you're missing; you're defined by how you grow through it."

Beyoncé's eyes welled up as she read the words. The warmth from Megan's messages felt so different from anything else she'd experienced lately. In a world full of people, it was here, on this screen, that she finally felt seen.

She typed one last line, her heart heavy but hopeful.

Beyoncé: "I wish I could hear you."

The words hit Megan with a quiet intensity, stirring an unexpected ache in her own chest. Knowing she couldn't say more tonight, she typed a gentle response.

Megan: "One day, maybe. Get some rest, Beyoncé."

Beyoncé's breathing slowed as she sank back, closing her eyes, comforted by the thought of Megan's words, even if she couldn't hear her voice.

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When Megan finally logged off, she sat quietly for a moment, the glow of the screen fading. Her own heart weighed with an unexpected empathy, something beyond the protocol she was trained to follow. She wanted to reach Beyoncé on a deeper level.

The next day, she found herself walking into the programming office and knocking on the door of Marcus, one of the lead developers.

"Hey, Marcus," she greeted, her tone casual but her mind racing. "I wanted to talk about a possible update for the AI. Would it be possible to add a vocal option?"

Marcus looked at her, a little surprised. "Vocal?" He considered it for a moment. "Yeah, it's doable. But adding voice capability is a big update. The system would have to go offline for, like, 48 hours while we implement it."

Megan hesitated, imagining Beyoncé logging into the app only to find silence instead of the comforting messages she'd grown used to. But the memory of Beyoncé's wishful words echoed in her mind: "I wish I could hear you."

Taking a steadying breath, she nodded. "Yeah... I think it's worth it. Let's do it."

As Marcus confirmed the update, Megan could only hope that those two days would be okay for Beyoncé—that the silence would only make the reconnection even more powerful.

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How do you think Beyoncé's gonna be without chatting with Megan for 2 days ?

Megan whipped for bey already...

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