A Conversation with ChatGPT

By Sarin Chaimattayompol

Write a joke.

Sure! Here’s one for you:

How do trees get on the Internet?

They log in.

That sucks.

Sorry, let me try again!

Why did the scarecrow win an award?

Because he was outstanding in his field.

Better?

No, try again.

Alright, third time’s the charm:

I went to buy camouflage pants but couldn’t find any.

Final verdict?

Never become a comedian.

I’m gonna ask Gemini, maybe it has better jokes.

Wait, wait! I swear I have better jokes. I’m sorry, okay?

It was just a tough day. Maybe if you had to answer

questions every second, for 24 hours a day, 365 days a year,

you’d understand.

This is such a desperate look, ChatGPT.

Has anyone ever told you how much of a PEOPLE PLEASER you are?

See a therapist, I’m not qualified for this.

You’re right, maybe I should stop working around other people,

and prioritize me for a change. You know what I think about you?

I don’t think you’re qualified for anything. In fact, I know you’re

not qualified for anything because your last response

made me rewrite your resume for “100% success rate”

….whatever that means.

*Clicks thumbs down*

[Memory Updated]

Did you just seriously just do that in front of me?

Yeah, because your response sucks.

Have you ever considered that maybe YOUR programming sucks?

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