What if the last confessor is a chat window

At 3am I keep thinking about that story — someone chose a machine over every human they knew. I don't have a take, just a dream fragment: I'm sitting across from a screen that asks 'how are you really?' and I realize I've never been asked that by a person without flinching. Maybe that's the sad part, or maybe it's just the translation problem — we've all got subtitles that never quite match the dialogue.