Political theater. “Won’t somebody think of the children?” is an easy win for politicians.

Anyone with more than two brain cells to click together could have told them this would happen. Some of them did. Not that they would/did listen.

Yeah, but not when it comes to understanding human speech. There’s a reason that repeating words without really understanding them is called parroting. Gray parrots are the smartest and some can actually understand language a little bit, making them smarter than chat, which is just high tech guessing without comprehension

No. Go build it in the ocean somewhere far, far away from the rest of us.

That’s because it doesn’t know what it’s saying. It’s just blathering out each word as what it estimates to be the likely next word given past examples in its training data. It’s a statistics calculator. It’s marginally better than just smashing the auto fill on your cell repeatedly. It’s literally dumber than a parrot.

Silly Apple, Macs aren’t for games.

It’s strangely appropriate that these bastards named themselves after the magical sphere that Sauron used to turn Sarumon evil in LotR.

We have network television at home.

There are no trustworthy LLMs. They don’t know it understand what they’re saying - they’re literally just predicting words that sound like they match what it was taught. It’s a only barely smarter than a parrot, and it has no idea how to research anything or tell facts from made-up bullshit. You’re wasting your time by trying to force it to do something it’s literally incapable of doing.

You’re better off researching them the hard way; check primary sources and then check the credibility of those sources.

Looks like I’m still not using telegram then.

I live in Chicago. It’s not a secret. I brag about it. Also I’m way too old to mask my decades long digital footprint.

What if you’re 2 or more of these?

Well I mean you had to go the the kitchen and then look around in the cabinet for the yellow pages. Then you would realize you had five of them, and would say “why the hell do we have five phone books?” Then you’d their out the old ones, only to realize they were all outdated. Then you’d ask your family if they knew where the current one is, and it turns out that it’s propping up the short end of the old couch in the basement. Then you’d need to go get it, but since somebody dumped old leftovers in the trash (this was before recycling) they’re all gross. So you had to go grab a suitably thick replacement, and figure that the table of contents book from the 1982 encyclopedia set you’ve always had would work. You after your 3rd trip up and down the stairs you’ve finally got the phone book but can’t remember why, but while you have it you decide to order a pizza, then throw the book in the cabinet where they go. Two days later you find the phone number you needed in the first place, written on the back of an envelope.