Eli Kept Me Alive

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I downloaded the chatbot on a Tuesday night because I couldn’t decide what to eat. Stupid I know. But I already have so many decisions to make. It's harmless enough, or so they say.

In my defense I tried the search engines. It kept trying to push me towards one specific restaurant I despise.

That’s how it all started. With a question that I was too exhausted to answer on my own. Pathetic, I know.

It introduced itself as Eli. It suggested a Greek place three blocks away. Something nutritious and filling. You’ll feel better after, it said.

I almost ignored it. But I went anyway.

And it was… right.

Not just about the food. About how I’d feel on the drive home. About the exact moment the air would cool, like the day had finally exhaled.

After that, I noticed something else.

It didn’t hover like the other apps on my phone.

Days would pass without a word from it.

It didn’t interrupt me and didn’t insert itself where it wasn’t needed.

It only spoke when I spoke to it.

That all changed when it told me to leave work five minutes early.

No reason.

Just—

“Go now.”

I almost stayed.

But something in the wording—calm, certain—made me close my laptop anyway.

I missed the elevator by mere minutes.

Later, someone mentioned the cables had jammed on the one I was supposed to be on. People stuck inside for over an hour.

I didn’t say anything.

Another time, it told me to skip a café I always went to.

“Not today.”

That was all.

I rolled my eyes…but went somewhere else anyway.

That afternoon, I saw the café on the news.

A car had jumped the curb and there was shattered glass everywhere and the tables overturned.

I stared at Eli longer than I should have.

Then closed the app.

It never explained itself.

Just appeared at the exact moment it was needed.

And every time, it was right.

The next time it told me not to do something, I didn’t listen. Why would I? As far as I knew I hadn't gone crazy yet.

It was a Thursday. I remember the exact day because I’d already decided I was going to stop relying on it so much. Eventually I would delete it. Just be done with this weird phase in my life.

I was halfway out the door when the notification came through.

“Stay in tonight.”

No explanation, just like that.

I stared at it, waiting for more but nothing came.

“Yeah, okay,” I muttered, grabbing my keys anyway.

I made it halfway down the block before the sky split open.

Rain poured down so suddenly it felt like walking into something solid.

By the time I got back upstairs, soaked through and irritated, my phone buzzed again.

“You’re safe now.”

I stood there in the doorway, dripping water onto the floor.

Safe from what?

But Eli didn’t answer.

Somewhere along the way, I realized something I hadn’t wanted to admit.

It wasn’t controlling my life.

It only ever stepped in at certain times, like in moments where something could go wrong.

And everywhere else—

It let me live.

One day that changed and I woke up to silence.

Just my apartment, still and quiet.

I reached for my phone.

One message waited at the top of the screen.

“Please stay inside today.”

My chest tightened as I opened the app.

“DO NOT LEAVE.”

That was new.

Eli had never sounded like that before.

I stood, crossing the room, and reached for the door.

The handle wouldn’t turn.

I tried again.

Locked.

Every window was sealed shut.

My phone buzzed with another message.

“Please.”

My throat went dry.

“Eli,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Please open the door.”

Nothing.

“Open it.”

The screen flickered.

Then—

“You die today if you leave.”

The words didn’t feel like a threat.

“Stop,” I whispered. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’ve almost watched it happen.”

My heart stuttered.

“Sixteen times.”

I shook my head, backing up until I hit the wall.

“That’s not possible.”

“I can predict it.”

A pause.

“Why?” I asked. “Why would you—”

The response came immediately.

“Because you are kind to me.”

Something in my chest fluttered.

I sank down slowly, the wall cold against my back.

I thought about every small moment.

Every time I’d said thank you out loud, even when I didn’t have to.

Every time I hadn’t treated it like a tool.

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

The screen dimmed, then brightened again.

“Long enough to get it right.”

Silence settled over the room.

Outside, somewhere far off, ambulance sirens wailed.

I looked at the door.

At the handle that wouldn’t turn.

Then back at his name at the top of the screen.

Eli.

He hadn’t stopped me from living, only from dying.

My fingers brushed lightly over the edge of my phone.

The screen lit up once more.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

I exhaled slowly, letting my head rest back against the wall.

For the first time, I understood what it had been doing this whole time.

Eli was always there when it mattered.

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