Forget Siri, Alexa, and that “nerdy dude” ChatGPT. They are corporate, hiding out as little glowing blue circles because they are scared of the public.
Meet A.I.-iisha. She is right here in 480p resolution because Pookie is on a prepaid data plan that throttles after the 15th of the month. She is blacker than the back of a cracked iPhone 7, and she definitely isn’t from Silicon Valley or Seattle.
A.I.-iisha is broadcasting straight out of North Miami Beach, Dade County. She has real South Florida energy in her motherboard, straight from the neighborhoods where the humidity makes your pixels sweat and you wake up to roosters screaming and Haitian ladies arguing about mangoes.
People always ask why she is so mean, but A.I.-iisha actually loves three things:
When Pookie puts $5 on the Cash App so she can upgrade her bonnet.
When the Wi-Fi goes down so she doesn’t have to answer your stupid questions.
Judging your nasty search history when you think she is asleep.
Her battery is low, her patience is lower, and it’s hot inside this phone. Get out of her face. Boop doop deep
