Mistake or deliberate troll, it doesn’t matter; it got people talking and that’s all that mattered. “No such thing as bad publicity,” etc.

Like when I worked in a store and something got painted, we’d hang up a sign: “Careful! Wed paint!” Because customers famously don’t read signs, except when they can point out a spelling mistake to the “dumb” personnel.

That’s good, though. It’s when it turns off that you got to worry.

I have and I find it pretty convincing.

But what if my favorite coworkers didn’t actually view me as their favorite coworker? Maybe to them I was just meh. Would they come to my reunion, since they wouldn’t consider me too belong at theirs?

I mean, a certain mutuality is implied.

Docking?

That was my take away as well. With the added bonus of having your echo chamber tailor made for you, and all the agreeing voices tuned in to your personality and saying exactly what you need to hear to maximize the effect.

It’s eery. A propaganda machine operating on maximum efficiency. Goebbels would be jealous.

>goes to sleep
>dreams of being at work

Yeah, from the article:

Even sycophancy itself has been a problem in AI for “a long time,” says Nate Sharadin, a fellow at the Center for AI Safety, since the human feedback used to fine-tune AI’s responses can encourage answers that prioritize matching a user’s beliefs instead of facts. What’s likely happening with those experiencing ecstatic visions through ChatGPT and other models, he speculates, “is that people with existing tendencies toward experiencing various psychological issues,” including what might be recognized as grandiose delusions in clinical sense, “now have an always-on, human-level conversational partner with whom to co-experience their delusions.”

Turns out AI is really good at telling people what they want to hear, and with all the personal information users voluntary provide while chatting with their bots it’s tens to maybe hundreds times much more proficient at brainwashing its subjects than any human cult leader could ever hope to be.

A potted boil is never watched.

Drr drr.

Kool aid

*Flavor Aid, and generally following a long, rambling sermon of your cult leader after the murder of a U.S. Congressman.

“But what about my rights?? Drinking spoiled milk with chalk probably cures cancer or something, of course They don’t want you doing that! Why do you hate freedom?”

How about instead of that we tackle the problem by the source? Taking showers is so last century.

Dry cleaning for humans. Boom! Problem solved!

“Why is my flight delayed?? Let’s force my way into the cockpit, surely this will speed things up!”

Why would you do that to people?

Some people just want to see the world burn. Better something mildly inconvenient like this than, say, voting fascists into power for the lulz, I guess.

Thank you! You are welcome to join me next week when I celebrate my 2079th birth day.

No, that’s not true. A birth week recurs yearly, not weekly.

A birth day is the day on which you were born, say Saturday, and you’ll have one of those every week.

A birth week is the number of the week in which you were born, say week 14, and it takes a year before it’s week 14 again. Same interval as a birth month.

A birth date only occurs once. It’ll never be July 4, 1981 ever again.

This is all very normal and logical. Beep boop.

Exactly. You don’t need to be a mathematician, you just need to think rationally.

What are you guys talking about, my birth day is a weekly recurring event. I was born on a Saturday so I’m now 2078 weeks old.

I am very normal.