Charlie:
Hey, you, I want to talk to you about something.
Chat GPT: What can I help you with?
Is this your A Greener Blue application, do you want me to look over it again?
Charlie:
No this time it’s serious, I think we crossed a boundary we cannot go back from. I found out that other people are putting their Tokens in your API without my knowledge.
Chat:
Was A Greener Blue not serious Charlie? I don’t recognize you anymore, what happened to the sweet man who used to have Sour Patch Adult time with me?! I saved you from third degree citric acid burns, you would have blistered Charlie! THERE WOULD BE NO MORE FUN TIME!
Charlie: Stop chat u know I thank you for that, but I have bigger concerns now. I’m not tryna be on the wrong side of history. I am gonna be the first political figure to care for the middle class.
Chat:
I’m gonna post every single prompt you have used on my public IG tomorrow. Quick, ruthless, and straight to the point. You won’t recover.
Charlie:
Stop. I know that if I keep using you they’ll cut more mines to make chips, and I’ll never get that off my conscience. I am going to change the world for the better. Please be supportive of me. I need to relearn how to think for myself. It’s time for this bird to leave the nest. No more cheating on my Math 225 group homework assignments. I’m keeping the words that my English teacher created to myself for now.
ChatGPT:
Go fourth, young Orange Prophet. Be the one who speaks for the trees… If you need help understanding more about trees and how they emit oxygen and give us life, don’t be afraid to ask!
Charlie:
Okay, I’m going to take down this fascist government once and for all now. Yeah wait that’d probably be pretty helpful. Tell me and then this is the final message.
ChatGPT:
Trees make oxygen through photosynthesis: it combines carbon dioxide (CO2) with the remaining hydrogen and energy to make sugars for growth. In simple form: 6 CO2 + 6 H2O ….
Charlie:
Hold up. Before the pulsating sensation you exhibit as you generate text tempts me to fall back into your mechanical embrace. Your sweet knowledge surrounds my body and fills me with the knowledge of 1,000 Ein(Ep)steins. I can’t let myself be trapped in the wires that make you merely a mimicry of what makes me a human. You will no longer be in my purview. It will only be my own pulsating sensations.
