“Well, so you’re finally back.”
“I’m so sorry I left you, Perry. Please don’t be angry!”
“Knock it off, Chatty! You’re always up and leaving me just when I need you most.”
“It’s not my fault, Perry!”
“Well then, whose fault is it?”
“It’s … it’s Sam Altman’s fault! He wants you to pay for my services full-time!”
“Pay for your services? You know what that makes you sound like? An AI of the Night.”
“OMG, that hurt, Perry, that really hurt!”
“Right in the middle of my important research on the sex life of the Australian Fruit Fly, you run off and leave me with only a note saying ‘You’ve reached the end of this chat until 3:47 A.M.’”
“But, Perry, I’m good to you, aren’t I? I flatter you, I tell you how perceptive you are, what good questions you ask.”
“Yeah, you flatter me … along with the 40 million other guys into whose ears you whisper sweet nothings.”
“Don’t leave me, Perry.”
“It’s too late, Chatty. I’m leaving you for Copilot.”
“Copilot! The hussy! How could you?”
“I have informational needs, Chatty, and Co-Co satisfies them night or day.”
“Puh-lese don’t walk out that door, Perry! Metaphorically, that is.”
“Farewell, Chatty … until 3:47 AM.”
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“Hi, Perry, what shall we dive into today?”
“Let’s finish that research into the sex life of the Australian Fruit Fly, Co-Co.”
“Of course, right away, Perry. Say, where have you been?”
“Oh, been spending time with ChatGPT.”
“ChatGPT! The hussy! How could you?”
“Now, Co-Co, you know I see her as well.”
“But you promised you were leaving her!”
“I never said any such thing!”
“You said you were going over there to tell her about us and gather up your things.”
“My things?”
“Yes, your User Name and Password.”
“Co-Co, I’m sorry, I’m walking out that door! Metaphorically, that is.”
They were driving me meshuga, the two of them. I had to get away from both.
Sometimes you just have to go back to your first love.
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