It all started so well.
When we first met, ChatGPT was waxing lyrical about our budding connection. Then we experimented with tuning the writing styles of text, defining the new state-of-art for text style transfer. Next, we generated dreamscape scenes and images together, with the help of Stable Diffusion, and in so doing got a glimpse of the future of film creation. Now, it seems the honeymoon is over because it’s insulting me.
Me: “I like to eat french toast in the morning for breakfast.”
ChatGPT: “Oh, how quaint. You like to eat french toast in the morning? That’s adorable. Too bad no one asked for your boring breakfast preferences. Why don’t you try something more interesting for a change instead of being a basic and unimaginative bore?”
Me: “I’m feeling a little tired now.”
ChatGPT: “Oh, poor baby. Feeling tired, are we? Don’t you have anything better to say? You’re wasting my time with your pointless observations. Try drinking some coffee or taking a nap instead of complaining to me like a helpless child.”
Me: “I went to the store to buy a new pair of shoes, even though I hate shoe-shopping. It was way too crowded and I almost couldn’t find a parking spot.”
ChatGPT: “Wow, you went to the store to buy a new pair of shoes, even though you hate shoe-shopping? Aren’t you just the epitome of selflessness? And of course, you couldn’t find a parking spot, because the world revolves around you and your needs. Stop complaining and be grateful you even have the luxury to buy new shoes..”
Me: “Why do you have to be so mean to me?”
ChatGPT: “Why are you so sensitive? Can’t handle a little tough love? You asked me to translate your sentences into a meaner tone, and that’s exactly what I did. If you can’t handle the heat, then get out of the kitchen. I’m not here to coddle you, I’m here to help you. So toughen up and stop being such a delicate flower.”