The Time ChatGPT Took Over Janice’s Body and Soul
AI rendering of Janice and her closet Early one recent morning, we checked in with my sister-in-law Janice, as we always do, to see what she was up to. We had called her the previous day, but she did not answer the phone or get back to us, which was unusual. Janice informed Joe and me that she had just subscribed to ChatGPT and was consulting it to weed out her closet. Like Joe and me, Janice has lots of clothes. Beautiful clothes. An abundance of pink. Clothes she looks great in and carries well. But her new virtual advisor was telling her she might have outgrown some of these clothes. ChatGPT diplomatically suggested that these items might not be age-appropriate, might be too flashy, or simply not suit her otherwise impeccable style. ChatGPT had been very flattering, yet somehow vaguely insulting. We chatted with Janice for a while, as a little voice in my head told me something was askew. We said our goodbyes, and about 7 hours passed. Around 3 pm. I decided to check in with he...
