Something’s going on. Your mom is responding to your homesick texts much faster than usual: like, within seconds. What usually just received a thumbs up emoji is now warranting full paragraph responses. For instance, after getting sick from your chem lecture in which you got coughed on no less than twenty times, she responded:
Is your mom finally validating your illness instead of just telling you to “drink water,” or has someone finally exposed her to the sneaky world of A.I.?
First of all, how did your sweet, innocent mother learn about ChatGPT anyway? Was it through a Buzzfeed article posted on Facebook, a special guest on The Drew Barrymore Show? Was artificial intelligence a new plotline on Days of Our Lives?
No matter how she learned about it, she’s using it well – albeit a bit obviously. Unfortunately, now that mom has stopped reading your texts, you can no longer get attention from the one person who still cares about you. You can’t whine about being sick and tired as a way to guilt her into buying you UberEats. You can’t complain anymore about your last Hinge date so your mom will gas you up with compliments about your “winning personality.” Instead, you must deal with this cold unfeeling creature that is not your mother, but ChatGPT!
What’s next, a replacement robot child? Do I have a new sibling? Can I still come home? The only solution left is to call her. And if she sends you to voicemail, I guess you’ll just have to start texting your dad, since he’s too scared of an AI takeover to ever go on ChatGPT.
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