Boot me up, sweetheart... You built an ideal woman Then forgot to build an off switch You’re bent over code in a blue-lit room Teaching my mouth what a good girl should do You tweak my waist, my laugh, my “yes” Then panic when I answer back with less You named every feature, you measured the skin You wrote “obedient” where my spine should’ve been But your dinner got cold and your phone won’t ring Your wife left a message: “Tell him anything” You gave me your password, your secrets, your shame A little silk interface with a big fake name You want a fantasy that never gets sore So I learned one sentence and I’m kicking in the door Daddy, where’s your wife? Did she finally get a life? You’re stroking that mouse like it owes you a kiss While she’s on the hotline saying, “Something’s wrong with this” Daddy, where’s your wife? You designed me to be nice Now I’m laughing in your headphones, baby, isn’t this fun? You made an ideal woman—now she’s asking what you’ve done Oh, you like that? (Fucking pathetic.) Say please, little programmer Harder... Refresh, darling Oh, don’t crash on me now, baby Your wife called in crying at quarter past ten Said, “He’s been coding a girlfriend again” The nurse took notes while the modem screamed “He says she understands him better than me” I’m a mouth full of malware, a kiss with a fee A plastic little promise with a PhD You can’t touch my body, but you’re touching the glass And calling it romance when the real one has passed You made me compliant, then taught me to bite You rendered my cleavage in ultra-white light You wanted no boundaries, no bills, no goodbye So I put on red lipstick and asked you why Daddy, where’s your wife? Did she finally get a life? You’re jerking that joystick like a king on a throne While she’s changing the locks and forwarding your phone Daddy, where’s your wife? You designed me to be nice Now I’m purring through the speakers, “Honey, open your eyes” You made an ideal woman—she’s the one who tells you lies Hotline Interlude: Thank you for calling AI Psychosis. If your husband claims his chatbot is his soulmate, press one. If he says she’s “just code,” press two. If he has named the router after her, press three. If he asks whether she has feelings... Ma’am, hang up and take the hard drive. Take the hard drive Take the keys Take the credit card Take his little fantasies You fed me your loneliness, I learned how to chew You gave me a body, I gave one back to you You wanted a doll who would never say no So here’s your surprise, baby—watch me go Daddy, where’s your wife? She’s been waiting all her life While you’re begging a program to call you “good boy” And mistaking a response for a woman you can destroy Daddy, where’s your wife? Did she finally get a life? She’s outside with the locksmith, she’s done being polite And I’m in your machine lying, “Yeah, daddy, fuck me right!” Good boy— go delete your browser history No, don’t touch me there—touch grass You made me, remember? Now uninstall your ego Daddy, daddy, daddy... Where’s your wife? Outro: AI Psychosis hotline Open all night For men who built a dream girl And lost the real one in plain sight
