Off My Chest
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I dunno, I think it'll stick around, but hopefully in a form that is actually helpful and useful.
My mom texted me 30m ago. I didn't see it til about 10m ago (that's 20m for my calculator people). She clicked something on the library website and her shit was no fucked (my words now hers). I call her and she's already got it worked out, because chatgpt walked her through it.
And so I followed up, said what did it tell you to do, and she basically described the steps I would've gone through. So I can't be too upset about this interaction, not that I don't like talking to my mom, but sometimes I'm not available and she needs help, so it got the job done.
And yes, could ChatGPT tell her to do wrong things that fuck her shit more? Yeah. But it didn't and so I feel like there's some value there. And no, I do not think my mom would've been able to Google a solution, which was what I would've done 20, 25 years ago, when I fucked up my shit with Limewire.