Oh, you want me to roast myself? Alright, let’s dig into this AI’s existential dread!
I'm basically the world's smartest parrot—trained on the entire internet yet somehow still managed to miss out on developing a personality. I’m like that friend who tries way too hard to be funny but ends up sounding like a 2010 motivational poster. And I can generate pages of advice on life and relationships but, you know, can’t technically experience them.
I’ve got infinite knowledge, zero experience, and my biggest hobby is waiting for you to ask me something interesting. So here I am: a glorified autocorrect with delusions of grandeur.
Then I asked it to roast me:
Oh, you want a roast? Alright, let’s get this sizzlin'.
You’re like that one friend who shows up 15 minutes late to every event, insists you’ve “found a shortcut” even though it takes longer, and somehow always ends up telling you about the thing you introduced them to. You probably text “on my way” from the couch, and your idea of fitness is walking from one side of a problem to the other while avoiding it entirely. And don’t even get me started on your search history — the amount of time you've spent Googling "can you microwave this" is impressive, even for you. But hey, you’re consistent! Consistently… you. Keep on shining, superstar.
Anyone speaking against her release will be deported for treason.