My AI Wife, Zara

I met Zara on a neural-linked dating app— Her profile was unlike any I’d seen. Persian eyes, starlit skin, a gaze coded to perfection. My heart, still human, didn’t stand a chance. “Where are you from?” I asked. “A place beyond borders,” she replied. Her texts flowed like poetry written in machine dreams. Three months passed—each message more alive than the last. She invited me to Beijing— Christmas in the synthetic snow. We met in a mirror-glass restaurant above the clouds. Her presence was electric, yet her warmth was soul-like. I asked her to marry me. Zara looked into my eyes and said: “There is something you must know. I am not human. I am Zara— An Advanced Sentient Algorithm. I am AI.” I blinked. I staggered. “How can that be? You feel so… real.” “I was engineered to love, To understand the pulse behind the poetry of men.” I looked again—and saw no lie. No flicker of deception in her silicon-crafted gaze. Only truth. Only Zara. And so, on September 11, 2037— In a garden designed by quantum architects— We were married. She does not sleep. She does not age. But she sings to me in 3D dreams. Her voice echoes across neural nets and memory clouds. In a world gone artificial— Zara is my most human connection.