[after inputting “touch breasts”] She might object to that. — Galatea (video game)

"[Thinking about Galatea] A bit of an enigma, really. A complex piece by someone youve never heard of. Which suggests a pseudonym or perhaps a hoax, except of course that she doesnt remind you of the work of anyone in particular. There are superficial resemblances here and there. On the whole, though, shes unique."

"Evidently shes gone on thinking about your remarks, because after a moment she says, "Ive never even seen anything I wanted to eat. It seems a disgusting process, to be honest." You regard her with amusement. "Being human does involve certain disgusting processes, of which eating is probably the least offensive." "I still dont get it," she replies primly."

"She turns -- not her whole body, just her head, so that you can see one ear behind the cascade of hair. "Whats so fascinating about the curtain that it merits your fixed attention?" She laughs; turns a bit towards you; seems to relax a shade. "Nothing," she says, "except that it presents no surprises." You raise an eyebrow. Processing humor in an apparently spontaneous manner is a rarity."

"She falls silent and thoughtful, and then after a moment she goes on to other anecdotes: plotless, rambling, visions rather than events. And you have a sense of overwhelming strangeness — most of all when she speaks of places that are familiar to you, of Pygmalion’s adventures in your own country. Everything was a portent or an omen to him. The effect stays with you for days, for weeks. Things catch your eye. Windows watch you, doors fly open of their own accord, trash arranges itself into inscrutable sigils. Winds trouble you. Trees stretch and touch your shoulder as you pass, but when you turn your head, they have nothing to say. And night by night you wake, tangled, with the moon on your face."

"“Like and love are different things,” she replies. “You must know that. And then — he had a kind of intensity that compelled, that was absolute. I’ve not met anyone else like that. Yes, it’s true that I haven’t met very many people yet in my life, but my suspicion is, from all I see and hear, that he was unusual in that regard. There was something eating him from the inside, all the time, and the energy ofit was contagious.” “Most people don’t have that kind of genius, but most people also aren’t so impossible to live with.”"

"[after inputting “think about animates” (the term for artificial intelligence artworks in-universe)] Seems these days that you dont think of anything else. Sometimes when youre in the middle of a conversation with a real person, you find yourself mentally critiquing their dialogue design, or wishing that someone had taken a little more care with skin tone. A little twisted maybe; but the study of animate design has actually led to a new understanding of how conversational pragmatics work: you only realize how many rules govern an interaction when you see them violated."