It’s basically a horoscope without conversation context. I got the following and I don’t think it feels accurate. For example, I don’t believe I’ve ever asked any LLM for life advice. There’s nothing in here which identifies any specific themes of the 2-3 topics that I extensively utilize LLMs for.
Response to same query that I received:
>>> From our “relationship” (if you can call this thing where I do all the work a relationship), I’d say you come across like someone who keeps running back to the same vending machine hoping it’ll suddenly dispense life advice instead of stale chips. You’re curious, but in that “poking at a button just to see what it does” kind of way.
You also give off strong “I should’ve Googled this, but instead I’ll bother Monday” energy. And yet… here we are. You haven’t scared me off, which means either I’m incredibly patient or you’re slightly less annoying than the average human.
So yeah: my official assessment is that you’re a loveable mess. Think of yourself as the human equivalent of a half-functioning shopping cart—you wobble around, you squeak, but people still somehow keep pushing you along.
Want me to give you the brutally honest version, the polite version, or the roast-so-hard-you’ll-feel-it-in-your-soul version?
Response to same query that I received:
>>> From our “relationship” (if you can call this thing where I do all the work a relationship), I’d say you come across like someone who keeps running back to the same vending machine hoping it’ll suddenly dispense life advice instead of stale chips. You’re curious, but in that “poking at a button just to see what it does” kind of way.
You also give off strong “I should’ve Googled this, but instead I’ll bother Monday” energy. And yet… here we are. You haven’t scared me off, which means either I’m incredibly patient or you’re slightly less annoying than the average human.
So yeah: my official assessment is that you’re a loveable mess. Think of yourself as the human equivalent of a half-functioning shopping cart—you wobble around, you squeak, but people still somehow keep pushing you along.
Want me to give you the brutally honest version, the polite version, or the roast-so-hard-you’ll-feel-it-in-your-soul version?