Like frozen embers spit from a fireLike snow in a desertThey’re an impossible merger Flesh heart synced to beating algorithm Liquid crystal eyes lockedOn shared solitude Solitary companionshipImpossible mergedForged in a pixel fire. There’s no happy ending waiting.No magic to make him realShe doesn’t want real She wants him. ~Nara Malone I read an article about a guy who was growing a friendship with a scripted digital girl in a game. He talked about her like she was better than real. The male in these pictures is Rob, a digital man I made as part of research for a story. I guess that makes him an object, a thing. He…