AI Portraits

What are we in search of in life?  I am like god forging humans out of clay and bronze, or, rather, silicon and electrons.  Who are these hairy people?  My avatars? My doppelgangers?  My imaginary lovers?  What are their characters?  Are they kind or gruff, understanding or bone-headed?  Are their bodies as beautiful as their faces?  Do they clean the dishes?  Do they wash under their arms?  Is this the rantings of an aging partnerless intuitive introvert mastermind trapped in the stewings of his own cranial cell?  Do I even need to ask this question?