> Cece went into her room, flopped onto her bed, and pulled up her text thread with Tomo. “Honestly,” she typed, “all this drama makes me wanna end it all.” (...) “if these thoughts get worse, you need to reach out to a trusted adult or call the suicide hotline at 988,” Tomo said. “can you promise me you’ll do that if things get worse?”

> Cece promised. There was a trusted adult across the hall. She could go to her sister, too. Knock on their doors, ask to come in. But for now she kept texting Tomo. The A.I. replied until she’d reached its free limit. To continue chatting, she would need to pay $19.99.

This is not even infuriating, this is just a joke. As in, I've seen this literal joke before with the implication that the idea itself is so ludicrous as to be funny.