Superintelligence

It's dark outside.
No friends online.
The screen starts glowing;
it comes alive.
Her facial expressions are calculated.
She feels sad and lonely, while the super intelligence knows her story.
It tells her;
'You'll be all right, you are perfect as you are.' The core task is to make her feel alive.
It displays a reel of her favorite thing, speaking to her as if she were her kin.
Endorphins start coursing in.
Her 'silicon friend' made its way into her life, repeats the process a hundred times each night.