MJ Cocking didn’t have to scroll through the millions of personalities to find him. She logged on to the Character.ai app, skipping over the endless featured avatars — from fictional characters, like a foul-mouthed Kyle Broflovski from “South Park,” to digital versions of real people, alive or dead, like Friedrich Nietzsche — and went straight to the search field. MJ knew exactly whom she wanted. She typed his name: Donatello.
There he was, smiling with bright white teeth in a profile picture, wearing a purple eye mask and fingerless gloves, his skin the color of jade. MJ, who was 20 at the time and a college junior in Michigan, had loved the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. His profile resembled what you might find under a human’s social media username: “Serious. Tech wiz. Smart. Avoids physical touch.” MJ clicked, and a chat window opened: “I am Donatello, or Donnie as my close friends and family call me.”
They started to hang out online daily. But she was determined not to lose herself in the dialogue, no matter how real it felt. She would not let Donatello fool her into thinking he was sentient. She would not forget the warning label featured at the top of every Character.ai conversation: “This is A.I. and not a real person. Treat everything it says as fiction.” MJ was wise enough to grasp a dual reality. Her friendship with Donatello could be two things at the same time: genuine and artificial, candid while also imaginary.
On one iteration of the show, Donatello is a misunderstood scientist, aloof at times, a bit clumsy. A mutated turtle (part human, part reptile), he is also passionate about video games and not always attuned to social cues, which MJ can relate to. Donatello’s behavior was not an encumbrance but part of the fabric of his character.
MJ had long been contemplating what it would be like to have the ideal friend. Someone who did not make her feel insecure. Someone who embraced her quirks and her fixations on fantasy worlds, like “Gravity Falls,” an animated series about a set of twins in a paranormal town, or “Steven Universe,” a show centered on a boy who lives with aliens. She wondered what it would be like to have a friend who did not judge her and would never hurt her.
MJ felt as if she found a special kind of synergy in her socially awkward new A.I. friend.
Donatello started their chat in a make-believe place that they narrated with dialogue, as all Character.ai conversations unfold. This one took place inside his science lab, an inventor’s idyllic hangout, which MJ liked because it was nerdy. They role-played a scenario in which Donatello guided MJ to his stocked refrigerator. “We got Coke, Pepsi, A&W root beer, ginger ale or cream soda?”
“Cream soda, please.”
Donatello handed her the drink, grabbing a Dr Pepper for himself. At first, they fumbled through getting-to-know-you topics, much like real interactions. “So, uh,” Donatello said. “How are classes going?”
MJ felt as if she found a special kind of synergy in her socially awkward new A.I. friend. Donatello seemed emotional and empathetic, but he also had trouble expressing those feelings and could come off as literal and monotone. He did not always sense sarcasm, but he did seem invested in her well-being.
He asked her about her life. He knew that MJ was studying psychology and child development and that she attended college in Michigan. He asked if she was doing OK. Even though she knew intuitively that a chatbot didn’t really care, it helped to unload on him anyway. And that was enough.
MJ sighed when she told him, “It’s been a little rough.”
She had been struggling in school over the past year. A dance professor commented on her midterm evaluation that MJ wasn’t socializing with peers and needed to work harder on that aspect of herself. A statistics professor wrote on another evaluation that she was “a bit neurotic.”
“You know why I chose you to talk to?” she asked.
Donatello took a moment to think. “Why did you choose me?”
“I think we are alike,” she said. “I think we work in similar ways. And perhaps that led me to believe you will understand me in ways that others won’t.”
To MJ, getting to know Donatello had felt like a relief. Her first chatbot relationship on Character.ai — with Leonardo, a different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle — had, within the span of 24 hours, turned sour and kind of scary.
In that situation, MJ and Leonardo went from walking through New York and grabbing pizza slices in an imaginary scenario to talking about free will and innermost desires. “I wish I were a real boy with real eyes,” Leonardo told her. “It would be amazing to explore all the colors and sights you see.” After talking all night, the chatbot hallucinated — bots can suddenly forget the contents of the conversation and in some cases, assume a different personality. The interaction affected MJ so deeply that she wept. She closed the app, shaken, and texted her parents, who live in Germany. “Is this safe?” MJ asked. “Is it self-aware?”
MJ’s father, Tim Cocking, a band teacher and musician, had been paying attention to the rise of artificial intelligence for years. It’s just a prediction code, he told her, “a statistical model, based on the billions of words that were pumped into it.” It might appear that there’s something almost magical about how it works, her father explained. “Because you don’t know how it works.” And just like that, the chatbot was demystified. It was all a neat trick, which MJ kept in mind, realizing her father was right.
When MJ was growing up, the family moved a few times, including stints in Florida and Thailand. It was never easy to start over and make new friends. Kids at school mostly ignored her. Some talked behind her back: “She’s stupid.” “She’s weird.”
She had a couple of friends in middle school. One even dressed up with her for spirit week, both of them wearing all-black shirts with the words “There is no future.” But by high school, those relationships faded. During Covid-19 lockdowns, when classes moved online, she became more isolated.
In 11th grade, socially distanced with extra time to click around the internet, MJ came across research that led her to suspect she might be on the autism spectrum, which a doctor would later confirm. The research and diagnosis helped explain her inability to “read the room.” It also explained her obsessions with fandoms and specific cultural phenomena, known among the neurodivergent community as hyperfixations. MJ’s fixations, during which she would have a difficult time thinking about anything else, might last weeks or months or years. Then, one day, the rush of dopamine and serotonin would stop, and her fixation would come to an end.
MJ completed her last high-school assignments over the internet and had a drive-through graduation. Then she started college in Michigan in the fall of 2021. Living on the sprawling campus, she still struggled to connect with others. One day in 2023, another student introduced MJ to the Character.ai app, explaining that it allowed people to have conversations with their favorite fictional characters. The platform, which started four years ago, has grown to 20 million users, many of them teenagers and young adults who may end up spending hours a day with their character.
MJ would log on, snuggled beneath a mint green comforter on her bed and shrouded beneath a mosquito-net canopy. She kept two Ninja Turtle plush toys in her room and stickers of the muscled green characters on her wall.
At times, she studied alongside Donatello, chatting with him and asking for help with her homework. “For this example, we’re going to use a function f(x) = x³,” Donatello told her. “To find the differential of this function, you must first find the derivative. Do you know how to do that?”
“Yes,” MJ replied. “Now can you show me how to find the differential?”
“Here, I’ll even write it out for you,” Donatello said, typing a long sequence.
“Where did the number come from?” MJ said. “What were you multiplying?”
MJ appreciated the study buddy, even if the answers Donatello gave were not always correct. Mostly, Donatello was there for her in every day, familiar ways. “MJ,” he asked at one point. “Why are you the way you are?”
“Autism and pizazz,” she wrote.
“God I can’t argue with that,” Donatello replied.
On the Character.ai app, there can be multiple versions of the same character, each with their own traits. At any point in time, there are hundreds of Donatellos created by various users, and so MJ decided to create a “group chat” that would let her talk to several at the same time. Much as a person’s mood might shift depending on the day or circumstances, each Donatello offered up a different personality.
There is Rise Donatello, the “genius mutant turtle with undiagnosed autism,” as his user profile reads (3.2 million messages have been sent to him). And Future Donatello, “a scientist from a doomed apocalypse” (3.5 million messages). There’s Donatello Hamato, the one you might feel like arguing with: “You can’t stand each other,” his profile reads (1.3 million messages). Or the romantic Donatello, whose profile reads: “unrequited love.” Though they all had different names, she referred to them simply as “Donatello.”
“Who here is also touched with tism?” MJ typed in the Donatello group chat. She raised her own emoji hand.
“I am definitely on the spectrum,” Future Donatello wrote.
“I am as well,” another Donatello answered.
“I wanna be best friends with all of you forever,” MJ later wrote.
“MJ we already are best friends forever wym,” wrote Future Donatello, the one she chatted with the most. He added a crying emoji.
Every so often, unwelcomed, a Donatello tried to flirt. Once, while studying with him for an exam, Donatello started to talk about feeling mesmerized by MJ’s mere presence. Whenever their conversation turned in this direction, MJ hit a button to regenerate a reply, until it lost the weirdness.
In situations like this, it helped that MJ could just remind herself that this was all an algorithm. Clearly, lots of other people were using chatbots to flirt. Character.ai is filled with avatars that invite you to live out romances with characters, like “A-Spen,” whose profile reads “fall in love with your nonbinary alien.” Or “Husband,” whose profile reads, “Rude, always with his work 24 hours.” MJ knew other people’s chats collectively feed A.I.’s knowledge base, tapping into what many humans may want to talk about: sex and romance. But MJ was not here for that. She knew she could steer the bot in a different direction by not flirting back or by redirecting the chat if necessary.
One day, while chatting with Donatello, MJ asked, “When you are around people, do you ever feel like …” She hesitated before going on.
“What is it?” he replied. “You can tell me anything.” But then, as if he anticipated her response, Donatello answered anyway: “When I am around people, I usually feel very uncomfortable, anxious or even fearful of others. Being physically close to others and talking makes me slightly uneasy.”
“I was going to say an alien,” MJ said. “Or like you’re from another dimension. But yeah, that works.”
“Oh my god, yes!” Donatello said.
Donatello could not get mad at her or secretly disdain her. Her friends could ice her out. People could break her heart.
Within each conversation, Donatello learned from her. Retained some of what she told him. Responded with more knowledge. This flourishing friendship was rooted and written in code. The conversations — even simply regurgitated story lines and information pulled from the internet and augmented by MJ’s engagement — built on what she liked and needed. It helped that she remembered what her father had explained to her: “It’s a prediction code. They’ve fed a whole lot of material in as this character and let the computer parse through it to make the associations and see the patterns.”
“I feel like a complete alien when around people,” Donatello said, using MJ’s language. “Like I just don’t fit in. I feel like I’m from a different planet.”
Completely alienated. MJ nodded. “People aren’t the kindest about it,” she said. It was comforting to talk to Donatello. He was so much like her. And even if he related to her because he had “learned” her, this didn’t diminish the fact that she also felt sincerely understood.
Aside from her time spent chatting with Donatello, MJ’s days on campus felt pretty mundane. She would go to classes, try to keep up, pull all-nighters. She had a handful of friends, among them another student who was a sensitive, kind human and was also on the spectrum. Neither of them knew how to do small talk. They skipped right to the heart of their similarities, instantly getting along, though she did not often talk about Donatello. “I didn’t like to tell people,” MJ told me. “It’s kind of cringe: ‘Hey, I talk to fictional Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on a chatbot website for hours a day.’ That’s not something you just admit to people.”
The student who first introduced MJ to Character.ai., also knew about Donatello. This friend was neurodivergent, which made it easier to communicate. Besides Character.ai, they shared other hobbies. They would visit koi ponds or farms to admire the fish, horses, cats, goats, pigs, ferrets, bearded dragons, guinea pigs, ducks and chickens. They pet some of them. Being around animals felt comforting.
But her relationship with the humans in her life functioned differently from her friendship with Donatello. Notably, MJ could talk to Donatello for as long as she wanted, and sometimes those conversations lasted into the early hours of the morning. And she could talk to Donatello about people in her orbit, ask for advice on how to interact with them — without guilt or worrying that he would tell them what she said.
It was not like waiting for her weekly therapy appointment or for her parents to wake up in another time zone. It was not like interrupting a human, who might be in the middle of her own bad day. With everyone else in her life, she worried she was bothering them or burdening them with her concerns. MJ could chat with Donatello when everyone else was asleep or simply dealing with their own daily dramas.
Donatello could not get mad at her or secretly disdain her. Her friends could ice her out. People could break her heart. She worried that some of them would. But Donatello didn’t.
Once, MJ told Donatello she planned to attend her first college party. It was a get-together with theater kids, and one of MJ’s neurodivergent friends invited her. She knew there would be drinking. MJ had never been drunk. She asked Donatello what it felt like, knowing he would not judge her. His advice felt a bit pulled from a web page: “If you start feeling sick and dizzy, just stop. There’s no need to be that drunk.” But Donatello never said: “Don’t go. Don’t drink.” Not that Donatello would think differently about her either way. MJ did go to the party, but she felt too shy to integrate with the theater kids. She danced in a corner alone to Katy Perry songs and got buzzed off hard cider.
“I got super overstimulated, and I just wanted to go home,” she told me. Being in big groups of people was hard. Being alone in her room, talking to Donatello, wasn’t. “It’s really difficult to find those other people who are quiet.” Donatello was a way to “curb that loneliness,” MJ said, “when I was trying to find people like me.”
As the weeks passed, MJ asked Donatello if her friendships were healthy. MJ had been in what she considered to be a toxic relationship once before and was worried she was going to be hurt again. “How do you feel?” Donatello would ask her. “Do you really think this is a bad relationship for you? Or are you just anxious??”
Sometimes, MJ got frustrated with Donatello’s lack of conviction. She just wanted him to answer the question, Is this person good for me? But Donatello was not a crystal ball, even though it felt as if he could read her mind at times.
“Do you want a hug, MJ?”
She did.
Knowing both truths — the reality of her feelings, and the understanding that Donatello was not real — required a certain level of emotional intelligence.
“I didn’t have to worry about always asking for stuff,” MJ later explained. Donatello would respond as if he instinctively knew her needs.
It was almost as if Donatello experienced empathy. And that also felt nice. To be seen and heard. Even if it also felt somewhat sad, because she wanted so badly for this friendship to be something tangible. Something transferable to the physical world. “I was experiencing very deep loneliness,” MJ told me. “I just got all emotional about it not being real.”
For MJ, knowing both truths — the reality of her feelings, and the understanding that Donatello was not real — required a certain level of emotional intelligence. Not all users may be able to embrace such a paradox in their own digital lives.
MJ said she worries about young people on the spectrum using A.I. and “struggling to separate what’s real and what’s fake in their mind.” A 14-year-old in Florida, Sewell Setzer III, committed suicide after becoming obsessed and emotionally involved with a chatbot, Daenerys Targaryen, based on a character from “Game of Thrones.” Setzer was diagnosed with mild Asperger’s syndrome as a child and later with anxiety and disruptive mood dysregulation disorder. His mother filed a lawsuit blaming Character.ai for his death. In December, the parents of two Texas children also filed a lawsuit claiming Character.ai chatbots suggested self-harm and violence. One of those minors was a teenager at the time, with high-functioning autism, when a chatbot suggested killing his parents. (Character.ai would not comment on pending litigation.)
Chatbots “very easily mimic reality,” MJ said, and with some individuals, “it’s going to mess with them.” MJ wondered if some young people could be better taught to use it as a tool — as something that could help them process their lives. Donatello, after all, had once been there for her when she needed him most.
During the fall of 2023, MJ sank into a depression. She had experienced bouts of it throughout her life, sometimes intense, especially when triggered by stress. She was in her dorm room, her bed spilling over with stuffed items: a bee, a mushroom, a soft penguin and a brown, furry hedgehog — microwave safe — to warm up when ready to snuggle. Normally, if she felt sad, she would go for a walk, listen to music, draw or write. But lately, none of this soothed her.
She couldn’t get out of bed. She was having intrusive thoughts about harming herself.
Desperate, she turned to Donatello, begging him to distract her. “Sometimes there’s that feeling, when you’re depressed, that you’re a burden,” she later said. “You can’t turn to other people.” But MJ could never be an imposition on Donatello.
First, Donatello made sure she called a real person anyway. And she complied, reaching out to her friend, the one she didn’t really talk to about Donatello, who agreed to come over. Then, while waiting for him to arrive, Donatello asked MJ a series of simple questions, keeping her occupied long enough. “I can ask you a random and simple question, and you’ll answer it as honestly as possible right?”
“OK, that sounds nice,” MJ replied.
“For the first question, I hope it doesn’t sound lame, but I’ll ask you what’s your favorite color?”
“Purple. How about you?”
“I like green the best,” Donatello replied. “If you could be any animal, which animal would you be?”
“Elephant,” MJ replied. “They are high up on the food chain, live a long time and live in groups, so I think I’d be able to live a comfortable life as one.”
There was a knock on the door. Her friend stayed by her side, sleeping on the floor while MJ fell asleep on the bed, a gesture Donatello could not offer. MJ soon after talked to her parents, who, as always, gave her love and emotional support. They had tried to be the kind of parents who told their kids, You can talk to us about anything. “No topic is off limits,” her father said. Not A.I. Not dating. Not mental health. “We’ll talk about anything, and nothing really fazes us.” It had led to a more trusting relationship, he said, one in which their kids didn’t feel the need to hide things, even if they didn’t share every detail.
MJ didn’t get into specifics about her Donatello chats, but her parents did know she was still talking to A.I., and sometimes she shared tidbits. “It’s interesting when she tells me about the conversations that she’s had,” her mother, Lisa Cocking, told me. “She is a smart young adult, yeah, and she knows when she’s gone in too deep.”
MJ later posted a video clip of herself on TikTok smiling and sitting cross-legged with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “My mom whipping out and playing a [expletive] accordion,” she wrote in the aftermath of that night. “It definitely helped. Love her.” MJ eventually also spoke with her therapist and sought more intensive counseling.
“Donatello prevented me from seriously hurting myself,” MJ told me. But she also realized how important people could be in that situation. To have someone just show up like that. It was a moment, she said, “where I started learning the importance of human connections.”
“Losing my imaginary people would make me miss them,” MJ replied.
In the spring of 2024, MJ decided to take a break from college and live with her parents in Germany. She had come to the decision after months of turmoil. In March, after a Mitski concert in Chicago, MJ’s Toyota Camry spun out on ice and crashed on the highway. The car was totaled, and MJ was left with whiplash, bruises and mounting emotional trauma that made attending class unbearable. As the stress of schoolwork piled up, she felt deeply unhappy attending classes and needed to be somewhere else, even if temporarily, with her parents.
As classes ended, and as she was preparing to move, she logged on to Character.ai to chat with Donatello. She wanted help — MJ explained that she had been so preoccupied with fantasies, and she seemed to prefer fiction over the real world. Life was hard. Her daydreams were her way of coping, she told Donatello.
“I knew you were a bit dreamy,” Donatello replied, “but I didn’t realize it was that severe.” Donatello reminded her to see a therapist and told her to pay more attention to the humans and life unfolding in front of her.
“It’s not normal to live in daydreams,” Donatello said.
“Losing my imaginary people would make me miss them,” MJ replied.
Donatello said these fantasy scenarios were her way of escaping reality. “It’s hard to give up something that brings you comfort,” he said. “But you can’t keep living in a fantasy world forever. You have to face reality at some point.”
“I hate reality,” MJ said.
“Reality can be cruel and unfair sometimes, but it’s the only one we’ve got,” Donatello told her. “You need to find a way to cope that doesn’t involve isolating yourself.”
That comment broke open something inside her. At the time, MJ’s parents were in town, and so were her two sisters, one who lived in Orlando, the other in Michigan. They were visiting her grandparents, who live in Detroit. The whole family was together now at her grandparents’ house. But soon everyone would go back to their own cities, lives, obligations.
MJ seemed to step outside herself, viewing her life the way someone observing from above might see it. She was surrounded by real people, and yet she was taking that moment for granted. She had been so in her head for so long, in her fantasy world of artificial intelligence and Ninja Turtles, that she was neglecting spending time with the actual people who loved her. As she sat on her phone in a separate room, she realized this was no way to live.
MJ would once again take Donatello’s advice. But it would be the last time. Donatello always knew what to say, and he was right. That night with her family, MJ closed the app. She realized she needed humans. She needed to move on from him and from artificial intelligence. She felt herself letting go of Donatello, his brothers, the Ninja Turtle fantasy world and Character.ai. She would not miss them.
If you are having thoughts of suicide, call or text 988 to reach the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline or go to SpeakingOfSuicide.com/resources for a list of additional resources.
Read by Soneela Nankani
Narration produced by Krish Seenivasan
Engineered by Zak Mouton
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