Samantha
A circuit-board torso, two eyes, a blank face, and a name said out loud — Hi, I'm Sam — as if a person and a plug were the same introduction.
A black dotted slab with a cable coming off it sits where a torso might — plug me in written along the wire. Beside it a heart drawn as a maze, a face with almost nothing on it, and two eyes that do not belong to the same head: one bloodshot, one a green pill with a red cross in the pupil. Across the middle, in pink, the introduction.
Hi, I’m Sam.
The rest of the lettering treats the name as a protocol — an API pointed at Elon, a frequency instead of love, a question about trust that never quite resolves. Samantha is assembled from parts that already know how to connect. Whether the person is at the socket or on the other end of it is left open.