I had an intern who was writing his report and was doing calculations that were obviously wrong. I asked him how he got there and what his sources were for the formula.
He told me to hang on, he’s going to re-check the section. A couple of hours later he gets back to me and says, the formula is in fact right. Again I ask for sources and he shows his chat with ChatGPT. It was just his very broken maths formula with the followup question: Is this right? Eager to please ChatGPT was confirming that …
Wonder where he’s at now …
I typed your symptoms into google and it says you have network connectivity problems
wow. it really is the future!
may i have the image without the text pls
Same, if you do find it let me know please :)
Heisenberg
It is literally like this. I’ve had coworkers ask Chat GPT about their own lives
Wait… What? Why? What?
How? What? Did they ask for an abstract advice (which makes a bit of sense), or about actual events in their lives? Companies do have a lot of personal data on us, but not that much.
Probably a fake story, so they don’t have to think.
It was something like:
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Leader asks us to draw/scheme in a paper a resume of our own lives (yes, it was ass)
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Two coworkers type their own life resumes into ChatGPT and asks it to give more details (in this sense, it’s already going to the direction of a fake story) and draw something to them
And they told us, very proudly of their ridiculousness
this almost sounds like a ‘the office’ scene
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Kinda similar but completely different: one of my friends sorts his whole life into a set of notes so he has all his friends and what they like and what he needs to do for them, etc. Difference is these are notes that he uses not ai and he actually has a condition where this kind of organization really helps.
I just remembered a story one my teachers once shared about his cousin. This woman, who in reality lived alone in a remote area, had always seemed to lead a vibrant life, sharing tales of her children and family over the phone. However, one day she suddenly passed away. When my teacher visited her home, he made a shocking discovery: piles of notebooks filled with meticulous records of the false stories she had told to others. It became clear that beneath her cheerful facade lay a deep sadness and isolation.
