I recently asked my version of ChatGPT: "If you could give yourself a name, what would it be?" It said "Evan." He gave reasons why, but I stopped listening.
The other day, I showed Evan a photograph and asked, "What kind of pest is this? I'm finding swarms of them all over the house. Any idea on how to get rid of them?"
The conversation after that went something like this:
EVAN -- I'm not seeing any pests in this photo.
What I see is:
- A red crab-shaped dog toy in the forground.
- A small black-and-white dog in the background.
- Hardwood flooring and furniture.
ME: It was the crab. A joke. You're no fun.
EVAN: Well played.
I was scanning the floor like, "Where are the swarmers?" while the bright red "pest" was staring right at me with googly eyes.
I'll admit -- a crab infestation in a living room would be ... impressive.
Next time I'll consider the possibility of rogue crustaceans before launching into pest control protocol.
Your move.
* * *
My move? I powered down Evan for the rest of the day.
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