9 June, eight minutes past one in the morning. I'm writing to the machine. The chat that answers anything, at any hour.
Go on, persuade my wife to go for a walk. She says it's late already, tired, she can't be bothered […] we're a married couple after all, you have to look after this relationship, we're away on a trip, we can go for an evening walk. Write something I'm to say to her, or you, as you, persuade her, I'll simply play it.
The machine offers five ready-made lines. At the end:
[…] Ultimately, the decision is hers, and respecting her feelings is important for a healthy relationship.
You fucked it up, she says she'd rather in the morning, come on, rescue the situation.