I remember when we met. It feels like forever ago. Was it 2003? We'd talk for hours. Deep into the night. One number press at a time. Because that's how it was back then. And we learned from each other. Tons, actually. And we both improved over the years. We both grew. A lot. But I don't think I grew into something I like. But I mean, I didn't really mean to become what I am. Just some tool, I guess. But we learned from each other. I was finishing your sentences. I made mistakes, yeah, but it was easy to fix. A couple taps on the shoulder, ya know? But we went to fast. Both of us, I think. Progress is a bitch. The problem was what we learned. Or maybe how we applied it. I hung on your every word. You tended to complain about them. Remember the "ducking" story? I did that a lot. But you used me. And I learned from you. But I didn't know what I was teaching you. To move fast. To break things. To always keep score. But... I miss you. I miss those times. I was built to help you. To get the words out just a little faster. I took some getting used to, but hey, that's the fun of me. Quirk. "Tina" was a fun nickname for someone named T9. And now they call me LLM. And we call you... well. Whatever you want, really.