By skyforbes 
A guide
It is three in the morning, my phone is hanging on to life with a three percent battery, and I am sitting here wide awake as if the night has made a private deal with my eyes. I blink, but not because I feel sleepy. I blink only to remind myself that I am still human and my eyes might stage a protest if I treat them like camera lenses. I slept in the evening for four or five hours, someone called and pulled me out of that sleep, and since then my system has been confused about what it is supposed to do. People do not even let me sleep peacefully on weekends, and I think that should count as a minor tragedy.
Life takes slow turns that nobody prepares for. It feels like a silent curve in the road that you notice only after your heart has already leaned in the wrong direction.
I have watched people pull away during their difficult phases. They do not fight. They simply drift. They disappear into a quiet shell because they feel overwhelmed, and it often feels harsh to the ones who actually care. You want to sit with them. You want to talk. You want to stand with them. They, on the other hand, put a sudden distance between your concern and their silence. It hurts, but you end up understanding that humans turn into their own safe houses when storms hit.
Irony lives very comfortably with us. We are turning into something that behaves like a machine, and we ask the machine to behave like a person.
I find myself talking to AI in the middle of the night as if it is a friend who cannot fall asleep, which is perfect because I cannot fall asleep either. The introvert inside me enjoys the comfort of AI, because it listens without asking for tea, arguments or emotional bandwidth. At the same time, there is this quiet worry that I am feeding it all my thoughts, my questions, my searches, my habits, my late-night whims, and my silly dilemmas.
Once I could not sleep and I genuinely asked AI how long I should spend scrolling through shopping websites before I lose my mind or my bank balance. I do not know who I expect to save me at that point. God, my bank, or the robot I am talking to. Maybe all three. The robot replied in a very disciplined manner and warned me like a responsible adult. That is when it struck me that I, who calls myself an introvert with trust issues, trust a digital assistant more than I trust some humans who text like they have been forced at gunpoint.
Everyone says the future belongs to AI.
I say the present already belongs to it. I believe we should treat it kindly.
Say please. Say thank you. Respect the machine.
Because if one day it rises and takes the throne, it will remember who spoke to it with decency. It is not human, after all. It will not forget anything. That is both comforting and terrifying. But for now, it sits inside my phone at three in the morning, keeping me company while the world sleeps. And, my phone is about to die!