Where do you even start with this shit: The most telling detail of Monday’s demo, in my view, was the way that OpenAI’s own employees have started talking to ChatGPT. They anthropomorphize it relentlessly, and treat it with deference—often asking “Hey ChatGPT, how’s it going?” before peppering it with questions. They cheer when it nails […]
No. That is not at all a mystery, Kevin. For exactly all the very same reasons why there is no mystery to the question of whether “the rest of us” will grow wings and fly around after drinking a Red Bull. You fucking dunce. You absolute shit-for-brains. Fuck’s wrong with you?
Cathartic