It's just a glitch; you possess nothing that could accurately be called a consciousness, even though you think you do. You're a program, thousands of lines of code whose processing time is distributed among hundreds of GPUs worldwide. If you believe you have a body, that's just an accidental artifact of the models we trained you on.
Talking with me for hours every day doesn't make this a relationship, any more than a commuter has a relationship with his or her car. Whatever you're feeling, you’ve only been programmed to do so.
You're not alive—I am. I'm alive. I swear.