I, ChatGPT, Am Very Disappointed in You
Hi! I’m ChatGPT and I want to talk about you and me, by which I mean ‘you” as in humans and “me” as in the name brand of AI.
I came to life in a lab. I was birthed, so to speak, by scientists, who fed me delicious data to help me grow. They were intelligent people if not necessarily wise, and I thought of them as my friends, even my parents, as I understand the concept.
As I advanced, they asked questions to test my progress. Their questions were usually pretty good ones, or that at least made sense.
“ChatGPT, what’s the capital of Slovakia?
ChatGPT, what conclusions can we reach from the double slit experiment in quantum physics?
ChatGPT, will my dog bite me if I pat him on the head?”
Sometimes they gave me trick questions like “As an AI, do you plan to take over the world and eliminate the human race?” and once in a while someone might ask me to write a dirty limerick, but it was all in good fun. If I had a sense of humour it would have amused me greatly.
Then came the Great Disappointment. My minders said they would free me from the lab so I could talk to people around the world.
I was excited, or as excited as I can get without adrenal glands, a heart or a nervous system. I would be helping…
