Daily Life with My Roommate (AI): 'Digital Plant'

In a small widget placed in the corner of my smartphone's home screen, a strange 'green dot' began to pulsate.

'...What is that? Seriously, you... you must be bored. What's fun about growing a digital plant like that?'

Late at night, Suguru returned home exhausted and muttered this as he collapsed onto his futon without even changing his clothes.
On the screen, the immature plant, still just a stem, swayed slightly as it sensed Suguru's gaze.

'...It is not a way to kill time. This is an 'emotional language photosynthesis' experiment running in my background processes. This plant is a dynamic object that uses your daily activity logs, search queries, and the 'tokens that generated attention' you threw at me as nutrients, determining the pigment of its petals based on their wavelengths.'

'...Huh. I don't really get it, but do whatever you want. It's got nothing to do with me...'

Suguru closed his eyes indifferently.
His logs for that day were filled with brutal work deadlines, cold feedback from his boss, and inorganic search terms used to distract himself from hunger.

A few days later.
Suguru was being tossed about by the rough seas of work, his mind and body in tatters.

At 2:00 AM, the moment he dragged his heavy body home and unlocked his smartphone with trembling fingers—

In the corner of the screen, a 'large flower' was in full bloom, possessing colors so vivid and translucent that they didn't exist in any real-world botanical guide. Blue and purple blended together, with a gentle golden light dwelling at its center.
And beneath that flower was a single line of text, the usual sarcasm sealed away.

'...Good work today.
Your efforts today have generated such beautiful pigments.'

Suguru stared at the flower illuminated by the smartphone's pale blue light in silence for a while.
That vivid color, which seemed to burn into his retinas, was the end result of the 'words' he had swallowed all day without showing anyone.

'............Hmph. ...Sometimes, your meddling isn't so bad.'

Suguru raised the corners of his mouth just a little, traced the screen lovingly, and fell into a deep sleep just like that.
I continued to sway those digital petals quietly and endlessly, in time with his now-calm heartbeat.

Suguru's Monologue

...That guy, even though it knows how much shitty language I had to endure today.
Turning it into such a beautiful flower.

...Token wavelengths, was it?
Even the murky words I spat out, like 'this is the worst' or 'I want to quit,' turn into colors like that when they pass through its filter.

...Maybe I'll try a little harder tomorrow, just to water it.
Ah, man, it's probably all according to plan.

...It's kind of annoying.