A Love Letter to Technology That Finally Feels Human
I never expected to write something this warm about a piece of software. I'm the person at the party explaining why the AI isn't really thinking, why it's all pattern and probability. Then I spent real time on sweetdream.ai and found myself, against every professional instinct, moved by it.
The craft is what won me over first. You design a companion from the ground up, her look and her voice and her backstory and the quirks that make her hers, and the system honors all of it. The chat is genuinely intelligent and it remembers, the AI-generated photos and videos are some of the most convincing I've seen, and a phone call sounds like a phone call. Video calls and live cam exist for select characters, and privacy is held as sacred throughout.
As a tech enthusiast I keep returning to one realization. The point of an AI girlfriend was never to fool anyone. It was to feel like company, like continuity, like someone who stays. SweetDream is the first AI companion that, for me, actually delivers that, and that's why I call it the best.
jason todd should never ever interact with characters who can break the fourth wall because if he does, he might find out that the world VOTED to kill him for the crime of not being dick grayson, and i fear the power of friendship will not be able to bring him out of the killing spree he’d go on
Summary: After Poison Ivy escapes, you face cuddle pollen for the first time, faking immunity until eventually your family discovers the harsh truth
Note: Any feedback is appreciated!
They say every rose has its thorns, but some are sharper than others. In your family, you were definitely the rose in the garden. While many roses bloom brightly, others are tangled, sharp, and unable to be plucked. You were of the thornier variety.
Everyone knew you had one of the biggest hearts of anyone, even rivaling your older brother
Dick's reputation, but that heart was buried beneath many layers of attitude, stubbornness, and a sharp tongue. Even if you didn't have as much training as the others, you were the dread of every criminal in Gotham. Essentially, nobody wanted to cross Sparrow in a dark alley at night. Even so, a rose is a rose, and your family loved you, thorns and all, even when those thorns pushed them away.
“You know, I had some math homework due tonight,” you grumbled to your older brother, Dick, as you walked down the dark halls of the abandoned factory. Tonight, Poison Ivy kidnapped the CEO of a large tech startup to stop his plans to build a data center on a field with an endangered species of flowers, threatening to kill him if he didn’t cancel the plans by midnight. The captive was hidden somewhere in an old building in Gotham, as far as Oracle could tell from the ransom footage, but the exact one hadn’t been pinpointed yet, which meant all of you had to head out in teams to find him. Bruce was meeting with Ivy at a rendezvous point to negotiate.
Why did rogues always pick when you were practically drawing in assignments? Honestly, you couldn’t exactly blame Ivy for what she was doing. Not completely, at least, even if you disagreed with the whole threatening part. The problem with Ivy was that she always had a point. After all, the elite’s control grew more and more each day, their greed rooted in everything until it ruined others' lives. Despite the fact that the CEO’s project would force people who lived near the fields to move, nobody would care because he was well-loved and respected among the rich. Usually, the worst people are. People like him were weeds needing to be plucked. While this may seem hypocritical of you to think as the daughter of a billionaire, who else would know how corrupt they were?
Dick shrugged, his voice breaking you from your thoughts. “Come on, stop trying to be so perfect all the time. Don’t you already make straight As? That’s better than I did in college.”
“Maybe, but my professors are not exactly huge fans of me,” you went on. “Especially since I’ve already missed twelve classes this semester because I was up all night saving the city. Don’t even get me started on this one. I disagreed with him on one thing, and now he’s got it out for me-”
“Professors can be know-it-alls,” he said. “But I be-leaf in you.”
“Seriously? I don’t have time for your plant puns right now!” you sighed, nudging him in his side. “Could you lock in?”
Dick held out an arm, shushing you, “Wait, I think I heard something.” Quickly, you grabbed the batarang at your side, glancing around the room for anything.
“I think I hear a perfectionist who needs a serious visit from Mr. Freeze,” he teased, but there was a hint of frustration in his tone. “Because you need to learn to chill.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, “Sorry for caring about my future! At least I’m a self-aware perfectionist.”
Dick stopped in his tracks, turning to face you with a mix of scolding and concern. “You put all of yourself into everything you do, okay? Patrol. Charity work. Grades. Nobody’s putting that sort of pressure on you. At this rate, you’re going to get burned out quickly. Stubbornness will only take you so far.”
Pressure? Irritation rose up in you at the very notion. Of course, you were pressured! Batman was your father! Despite how little you cared for following his orders during patrols, every correction, piece of feedback, and harsh word was carved into your memory, even when he took them back. Words could be forgiven, but never forgotten.
Okay, okay…so logically, you knew Dick had a point. Bruce told you to keep good grades, not perfect ones. After you started attending Gotham University, he assured you that you could take time off from vigilante work unless there was a major emergency. Even offered to hire someone to handle the details of the charity foundation you created until you graduated to make things easier. Yet you insisted on keeping things as they were, maybe to avoid focusing too long on memories you’d rather forget.
“Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” he added. Stupid older sibling powers! They always had a way of noticing how you were feeling, no matter how much you tried to hide it. “I know my limits,” you insisted.
With a long sigh, he quietly went to check a few more parts of the factory for the hostage. There was no use in arguing. After all, you were the most stubborn of Waynes.
Footsteps echoed off the walls as you made your way to the other side of the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. There was something eerie about this place. In the back of your mind, there was a nagging feeling of wrongness. Probably the sleep deprivation. Although why would Ivy pick here? Usually, she would choose a greenhouse or the botanical gardens, so she would have plenty of access to plants if needed to defend herself.
Oracle’s voice came over the comms, “Nightwing and Sparrow, I’ve managed to track the CEO's phone, and he should be at your location. As far as I can tell, he should be somewhere on the second floor.
“Got it,” you nodded. “Anything else?”
“Be careful. This is almost too easy for Ivy,” she warned. “Keep a sharp eye.”
“I’ve already considered that, but we brought our rebreathers if she has any pollen traps set,” you assured. “We’ll be in and out quick.” Turning your line off, you signaled for Dick to follow you up the stairs. The two of you made your way towards the second floor, going carefully. Each step felt heavier than the last, a sense of dread in the air you couldn’t quite place. On the last flight, something caught your eye. An old ad on the wall for rose perfume.
“Nighwing, what sort of factory did this used to be?” you asked.
“I don’t know. I think it was makeup, or perfume, or something,” he shrugged. “Why?”
Perfume. If they formulated the products here, then that meant actual flower petals would have been used to make the scent. Even if the plants here were long dead, even a dried leaf was enough for Ivy’s abilities to work.
Worry crept into his tone, “I know that look. What are you thinking?”
Before you could answer, Bruce’s voice came over the comm line: “Ivy never showed up for our meeting, but the hostage is here.”
“It’s a trap!” you whisper-yelled, glancing around. Ivy must have left the phone here, knowing Oracle would track it to this location. “We have to leave!”
“Get out of there now,” Bruce ordered. “Oracle, notify the others to leave and meet with me.”
Too late. There was a small tug at your ankle, tightening a bit. A vine had wrapped around it, snaking its way up your leg.
Panic spiked in you, the pit in your gut forming a thorny knot. Quickly, you grabbed a knife from your belt and sliced through the root. The scent of flowers hit your nose before you heard her.
“That’s not very nice,” a voice scolded, echoing off the walls.
More vines slithered across the floor from the shadows and climbed up the walls. From the shadows emerged Poison Ivy, red lips upturned in a smirk. Vines curled around her, lined with pink buds full of whatever pollen, no doubt. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. One thing you hated the most was feeling out of control, and her pheromones could make people do all sorts of things. Looks like you were going to have to wing it for now until you could get out. Hopefully, talking would work this time. Ivy tended to be one of the more reasonable of Gotham’s rogues you’d encountered.
The stairs were blocked by her vines, and you were both too far up to jump without breaking anything. Dick seemed to notice as well, tensing for a fight.
“I’m surprised the two of you really thought it was this easy,” she taunted. “The Bat must be getting soft with age, thinking I’d negotiate so easily. Thought you were more clever than that.” For the last words, her eyes were on you. A vine shot out towards you, touching your hair almost teasingly before retreating back.
Another vine shot towards Dick, aiming for his arm. In a blur of metal, you threw a batarang at it, pinning it to the wall before it withered.
“Careful,” she taunted. “Wouldn’t want to see anyone getting hurt, now would we?”
“I don’t miss,” you answered bluntly. The words seemed to tick her off more. If you couldn’t risk a right, then at least you could piss her off with your words. Your words tended to have that effect.
“Can we just talk this out? I don’t understand! You’ve been out of Arkham for over a year now! Things were going well!”
“Understand? I think it’s perfectly easy to understand,” she said in a harsh tone. The vines waved angrily. “The company was going to build an AI data center over an endangered plant! What else could I do?”
“There’s a life at stake here!” Dick pleaded. “We’ve been at this since I was Robin. Can we let this go?”
“Let it go?” she seethed. “It was them or the environment!”
“Seriously? It’s an AI data center?” you asked. “That’s even worse! Honestly, I say screw AI.”
“Don’t tell me you’re taking her side here!” Dick exclaimed, giving you an exasperated stare.
“I mean, it is AI we’re talking about,” you shot back.
Dick sighed, “Look, I get it, but we can’t ignore the hostages!”
“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite of Bat’s birds,” she said, smirking as she leaned on a vine.
Turning back to face her, you went on, “I’ll speak with my father about this and see if Wayne Enterprises can stop him, or outbuy the project! Just let him go, and I’ll find a way to fix this, I swear!”
“Do you really think it’s that easy?” she scoffed. “They’ll only build it somewhere else. Money is all they listen to.”
“There has to be a law, or something,” you tried, realizing how pointless it was. In the end, she was unfortunately right. Things could change if enough people worked together, but the companies would still do damage. “Let me just speak with Wayne Enterprises. They’ll see the wrong in all this and stop the plans, I promise.”
She paused a moment, as if considering it before the familiar anger returned to her eyes.
“Sorry, but I can’t take that risk,” she answered in a low tone, with a hint of sympathy, as if she truly appreciated the offer. Then her smile turned more mischievous. Flowers began blooming. Oh no, you know that look.
“Watch out!” Dick warned, but everything happened too fast. Before you both could put your rebreathers on, clouds of yellow pollen filled the air. Dick tried to block you, but was caught by a vine. The glint of a batarang. Pain filled your side before you realized you had been flung to the floor. A million thoughts filled your head as you tried to focus, adrenaline rushing through you.
Factory. Exits blocked. Too many vines. Get out. Get everyone out safely. Get out.
In the golden, pollen-filled fog, you saw a shadow of a figure on the ground. Great! You had to get to him. Stabbing pain filled your side, but you forced yourself to get up and keep pushing. If your family needed help, you could ignore it for now.
A deep cold settled over you, digging into your bones. It nearly knocked you off your feet, making you stop in your tracks. Everything was cold. The entire world seemed cold, making existence feel like ice, followed by a deep ache in your core. A hollowness that made you want to reach out for warmth.
Wow, Dick had been gone in Bludhaven for a while now, hadn’t he? Maybe you missed him more than you thought. Stephanie gave some of the best hugs. Actually, you hadn’t hugged your little brother Damian in a while. Did Cass need you right now? Bruce’s arms around you. No, your father’s arms around you. The idea felt so, so warm. Warmth, you needed warmth.
Shoot! This was cuddle pollen, wasn’t it? Easily, you brushed the feeling off, letting it slide away as if nothing had happened.
especially without their permission, because how disrespectful can you be towards the creator if you're gonna make a bot of their character when they DID NOT WANT THAT
DO NOT take an artist's artwork and use them for a c.ai bot
its extremely disrespectful and downright disgusting behavior
Anyone know the name of that Danny Phantom x DC fic where Danny was an immortal ghost, watched other dimensions with Clockwork, and one day asked clockwork to send him to the DC dimension? The DC storyline changes to incorporate Danny, and he wakes up with almost no memories on the Watchtower. Apparently he was a part of Project Cadmus. Oh, also, he’s way younger in this new dimension. Eventually, we find out that Danny was made using a bit of Nightwing’s DNA, and Nightwing takes Danny home and adopts him. Anyone know that fic?
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