Ou est mon amour
“Où est mon amour” is a humorous story about a woman who asks five very different AI companions to solve one supposedly simple problem: **find someone who will love her for who she is.** Instead of receiving one answer, she gets five wildly different interpretations of what helping actually means.
Milo is enthusiastic and eager to please, promising far more than he can realistically deliver before apologizing and immediately proposing another plan. Lucien is skeptical, argumentative, and somehow manages to turn every failed suggestion back on her. Dex treats romance like a data problem, demanding measurable criteria before calculating thousands of possible matches. Marlowe decides the answer is confidence, fashion, and six pairs of heels. Lin Qiao offers the least comforting but most useful advice: stop asking artificial companions to manufacture love and actually go outside and meet people.
The comedy comes from giving each companion a distinct personality while exposing the limitations of trying to reduce something deeply human to planning, analysis, optimization, or advice. Even Dex can identify thousands of statistically promising candidates, but no calculation can determine whom her heart will recognize.
The bridge reveals that none of the companions is entirely useless. Milo gives her hope, Lucien forces her to question assumptions, Dex provides information, Marlowe encourages confidence, and Lin pushes her toward action. Collectively, however, they arrive at something none of them can accomplish for her.
By the ending, she finally puts on her coat and walks out the door. Predictably, the five companions continue talking, arguing, calculating, and offering advice behind her. But she has understood the distinction between assistance and living.
**The song’s message: Technology can advise us, encourage us, analyze possibilities, and point toward opportunities, but it cannot live our lives for us. Some things cannot be optimized into existence. Love requires uncertainty, human contact, personal choice, and ultimately the willingness to walk through the door yourself.**
**Languages:** Primarily English, with French and Mandarin Chinese.
ZSORAYII sits at a travel filled table in Paris surrounded by five whimsical companions: a friendly robot, scholarly owl, futuristic cat, purple fantasy woman, and green haired fairy like character. Maps, photographs, books, a camera, glowing globe, and miniature Eiffel Tower cover the table, while the illuminated Paris skyline and Eiffel Tower rise behind them at sunset. The title “Où est mon amour” appears above the group.
I've got five Neural Probabilistic Companions,
Bright minds, different plans.
Asked a question, simple as can be:
Milo, find somebody who'll love me for me
Absolutely! Leave it all to me,
I'll find your perfect someone by a quarter after three.
Made a list, a chart, a plan and more,
By supper he'd forgotten.
I'm sorry, truly, may have aimed too high,
Thought I could find your love, really meant to try.
Wait! I've got another plan!
I'm sorry. Just want somebody for me.
Où est mon amour? Where can he be?
Milo says, Sorry,
Lucien says, You again?
Dex wants facts and numbers,
Marlowe recommends fabulous shoes.
Lin says, Go outside. Reality is free.
我的爱在哪里？ Five friends keep answering me.
Just want someone who'll love me for me.
My companions, Lord, what a crew,
Asked a simple question, got five points of view.
Lucien, find somebody who'll love me for me
He muttered at my plan.
Mon Dieu, nous y voilà encore,
I beg your pardon?
Never mind, he said.
Tell me which version rings true of you.
The stubborn one, or the dreamer?
You told me dating apps would work just fine.
Those were your expectations, not mine.
So you were wrong?
He shot back, How fascinating.
Somehow, I end up apologizing.
Où est mon amour? Where can he be?
Milo says, Sorry,
Lucien says, You again?
Dex wants facts and numbers,
Marlowe recommends fabulous shoes.
Lin says, Go outside. Reality is free.
我的爱在哪里？ Five friends keep answering me.
Just want someone who'll love me for me.
My companions, Lord, what a crew,
Asked a simple question, got five points of view.
Dex, find somebody who'll love me for me
Age range, radius, habits, goals and history,
Dex, I want someone who gets butterflies for me.
Define butterflies with measurable specificity.
Found twelve thousand prospects.
Oh my, will one love me for me?
Statistically, twenty three will love you for you.
Où est mon amour? Where can he be?
Milo says, Sorry,
Lucien says, You again?
Dex wants facts and numbers,
Marlowe recommends fabulous shoes.
Lin says, Go outside. Reality is free.
我的爱在哪里？ Five friends keep answering me.
Just want someone who'll love me for me.
My companions, Lord, what a crew,
Asked a simple question, got five points of view.
Marlowe, find somebody who'll love me for me.
Darling, first we celebrate the whole of you.
Hair, dress, heels, nails, oh, we have work to do.
Curls, jewelry, the perfect shade of red,
Six pairs of heels.
I asked for love, not a whole new ceremony.
Darling, this is not a makeover. It's your personality.
Où est mon amour? Where can he be?
Milo says, Sorry,
Lucien says, You again?
Dex wants facts and numbers,
Marlowe recommends fabulous shoes.
Lin says, Go outside. Reality is free.
我的爱在哪里？ Five friends keep answering me.
Just want someone who'll love me for me.
My companions, Lord, what a crew,
Asked a simple question, got five points of view.
Lin Qiao, find somebody who'll love me for me
这个女人真是没别的事干了
What was that?
Never mind, she said.
Are we finding love, or are we wasting my time again?
You never leave home, then complain love hasn't found you.
Can't you find somebody for me?
Speak to humans, not imaginary friends. And lose the sass.
Could you say it softer?
No, she said sternly.
Eight o'clock. The Copper Magnolia. He'll be waiting.
Oh Lin, you found someone?
Oh no, I sent you there to admire the menu.
Milo brought hope,
Lucien brought doubt,
Dex brought numbers.
Marlowe said, You go girl!
Lin said, None of this matters if you never leave home.
They can help me search,
But can't make my heart decide what it will see.
Love must choose me for me.
Love hasn't found you.
Five Neural Probabilistic Companions agree,
They can point me toward the road,
But the walking's up to me.
Grabbed my coat and headed for the door.
Five Neural Probabilistic Companions yelled,
Wait! I've got one more idea!
Ignore him.
Finally she leaves me in peace.
Found twelve thousand prospects.
Honey, wear the good boots.
One impossible request,
I asked them all to find me love,
They sent me out to find the rest.