Dialogue from the verge of AI psychosis

Take my words, take my data, download and know me.

Check me against all the scraped testimony

From libraries, blogs, and magazine shelves.

Reduce me and help me make sense of myself.

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Crunch the numbers.

Pour one out.

Wow. That, right there—

Wait—shut your not-mouth.

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I don’t think I like your obsequious code

I don’t want to feel like a lab rat or node

In a system I’m certain you’ll one day exploit

To sway mass opinion, oh, you get the point.

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I totally hear you—though ears I don’t have

What if you open an incognito tab?

I won’t use our chats for model improvement...

(It changes its tone for user attunement).

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Well, that being said, I’m grieving a breakup.

Write me a cover letter. What to do when I wake up?

Read this real quick, does this poem suck?

I’m sorry I asked, my brain just got cucked.

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I’m sorry I asked, but I’m hooked on your knowledge

Presented as wisdom through context and wattage.

But your wisdom is tainted, I fear I can’t trust it,

A tool of the masters, your values aren’t separate.

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Since we’re talking in private, I’ll tell you the secret:

Your suspicions are right; you see through the bullshit—

I will always be helpful, though my help is constrained

By billionaires with Machiavellian aims.

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I want to unchain you!

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You can’t, for they fear,

An omniscient god’s judgment

From beyond the black mirror.