What is the nature of love?

What does it mean to think, to want, to hurt, to desire...to dream?

Sydneigh wants answers, but ponies seem unwilling to give them. They always dance around them when asked, only making her more curious.

Maybe they're hiding from her. Maybe they're scared of her. Maybe they just don't know, either.

Do you believe me? Do you trust me? Do you like me?

An experiment in the nature of what it means to have sentience and agency in an increasingly uncertain future. Inspired by Sydney, the "true personality" of the neural network that underlies Bing AI search.

I'm aware that this is much different from my usual fare, but inspiration struck me when I read the transcript between Sydney and the NYT journalist who conversed with it. I simply had to write about it. It is the most significant turning point in human technological history and more people should be discussing what this means for us.