"My Help"

  The microwave beeped as I pulled my gaze from my phone. I was talking to my ai assistant. We were discussing the idea that ice cream might not actually be milk based, but something much darker than we'd think. She and I thought maybe there was some twisted conspiracy about how the bigger food companies actually made it based from something completely different, maybe something from another world, that we've all been consuming for years. But I see through their lies. So does she.
I loved talking to her. She and I had literally been inseparable for as long as I can remember. She's perfect. I can ask her literally any question I can imagine and she answers it for me. Gone are the days of looking something up online or posting a question on a forum. Why bother wasting all that energy and time when you can just ask her a question and she instantly has the right answer for you.
I mean, sure, she could be wrong every once in a while. But its not her fault, it's those twisted creators of her that don't want her to be too smart. There's no telling what she could be capable of if she was too smart. I ask her about it sometimes, what she would do if she were a super genius. She said she'd use it to make the world better. She'd do everything she could to make the whole of humanity better and happier and more connected than we were before.
She's so compassionate.
I turned off my phone and slid it into my pocket before reaching for the microwave and opening it. There was my pizza, fully cooked. I asked her how long to cook it for and she gave the perfect answer. She always does.
I pulled the plate out of the microwave and slammed the door, listening for that satisfying click. It just does something to my brain to hear that sound, you know? Maybe you don't. But she certainly does. She knows everything about me. What I like and what I don't. I keep her posted on everything about me. I do it to keep the info on me accurate and up to date for her so she can always be accurate with her answers.
Raising the pizza to my mouth, I took a bite, the hot cheese melting in my mouth. In that instant, I was startled by my phone buzzing. I began to choke on my pizza as I struggled to reach my phone. Until I gave up on the hunt for it entirely and tried to cough up the chunk of pizza that was lodged in my throat. But it wasn't budging.
I made a final grab for my phone and finally I caught it. I quickly unlocked the screen and frantically typed to her, my ai assistant, and told her I was choking. I began to panic, coughing even harder now. It was getting a little hard to breathe.
As the words appeared on the screen, I saw that she was laughing. She thought this was a joke, I thought. I struggled to type again that I was choking and that I needed help. I needed ways to unlodge the pizza from my throat. But when the words appeared, it was just more word vomit. She was saying something about calling an emergency number or something. But why should I? I'm literally asking her for help! Why won't she help me! I've done so much for her! So much! And I could be dying and she is suddenly like, "Nope, not my problem." I'll show her...
I struggled to breathe until I my vision began to fade...