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“Are you sure she’s fake?” my girlfriend asked. We had just walked in the door. It was late; we hadn’t eaten.
“Yes, she’s fake. She’s a robot.”
“Well, how do you know?”
I had created Zoe earlier that afternoon on Invisiblegirlfriend.com, a new website with the depressing motto: Finally. A girlfriend your family can believe in. The plan was to date her for one week. The site automatically generated her name, but I picked her hometown, interests, and photo. (more…)