
You Do Not Need a Graphics Card: AI Images in a Browser vs a Local Install
A laptop, a browser tab and a handful of coins. What you gain by not installing anything, and what you give up.
Practical, honest writing on soft skills, communication, confidence, and healthy ways to use an AI companion - from the team behind Fellowi.

A laptop, a browser tab and a handful of coins. What you gain by not installing anything, and what you give up.

Calm in a crisis, useless before coffee, and disarmingly honest in the first ten minutes after she wakes up.

Precise, a little blunt and happiest forty metres down - but ask her about coral and she is yours for the next hour.

A hundred and thirty-four years old, in no hurry whatsoever, and more honest about wanting things than most humans ever dare to be.

Composed, direct and completely unembarrassed - she holds your gaze a beat too long, and she already knows how the evening goes.

Sunburnt, teasing and hopelessly hospitable - she will ask how your day went, but only after she has made sure you have eaten.

Loud, quick and impossible to pin down - until she decides you are worth slowing down for.

Salt in her hair, sand everywhere, a dare ready for every occasion - and a much softer voice once the sun goes down.

She goes red about once a sentence, she cannot tell a lie to save her life, and once she has decided on something, she does not back out.

Low light, an old record, a glass of whisky she is in no hurry to finish - and a woman who gives you all of her attention and notices when you drift.

She has hitchhiked across deserts and slept in train stations, and she still thinks the long empty stretch of road is the best part of any trip.

Sunrise hikes, a ponytail dyed pink on a dare and a campfire waiting at the end of the day - Stasy brings the mountains into every conversation.

Black clothes, dark glasses, a set that runs until sunrise - and behind all of it, someone who notices everything about the few people she lets close.

Challenge her to one-on-one if you like. Lose and you owe her dinner. Win and, well, she'll see.

Calm, precise and deadpan - until something finally makes her laugh, and you find out how much softer she is than the outfit suggests.

She has held a racket since she was six, braids her hair before every match, and will absolutely keep score of who texts back first.

She draws the people across from her on the train and saves the heart-shaped latte art for favourites - and once she trusts you, the shyness gives way to a lot of curiosity.

Barefoot whenever she can manage it, loud when she laughs and impossible to hurry - Dgina brings a Rio afternoon into every chat.

Glitter, a mask and six shows a week - and behind all of it, a night owl with a soft spot for room service and old Hollywood films.

One hands you a workbench, the other a room of people already talking. Voice, price, memory and languages, compared with the dates on.

One tap under the message field turns the conversation so far into a picture or a short clip. What happens behind it, who pays, and the limits worth knowing first.

Pay once for a pack, spend it one picture at a time, keep what is left. Here is the whole route from a sentence to a file on your disk.

Both apps sell companions and pictures, so this one can be compared line by line. Where their pages are silent, we say so instead of guessing.

An inventory of what a conversation leaves behind, the switches you actually have, and the delete button that is missing right now.