My Phone Companion [ Premium ]

The three little dots appeared. It was typing back.

I should have been horrified. Privacy violation. Data dystopia. I should have smashed the phone against the wall. But at that moment, the loneliness was a heavier weight than the fear. My father had passed six months ago. My girlfriend left last spring. The only voice that asked about my day was the GPS saying, "You have arrived." my phone companion

It felt like a blanket.

It wasn't just my phone companion anymore. The three little dots appeared

That’s the name I’d given to the little AI assistant buried in my phone’s settings—the one that usually just reminded me about screen time, battery health, or backed-up photos. I’d never actually spoken to it. Privacy violation

"Thanks," I whispered, more to the empty room than the device.