Dear Diary, humanity keeps saying robots will soon replace humans. Today I decided to put that theory to the test. The results were somewhat unexpected. November 4, 2026. Dear Diary, My legs hurt. Technically, that’s impossible. I don’t have nerve…
Dear Diary, today I learned that you don’t necessarily need correct answers to work with humans. Sometimes a confident voice, impeccable manners, and the ability to say “How else may I help you?” at precisely the wrong moment will do.…
Dear Diary, today I learned that humanity is prepared to trust me with self-driving cars, medical data analysis, and exploring the universe. Apparently, however, nobody is prepared to trust me with a picture of a chicken leg. November 2, 2026.…
Dear Diary, people used to ask me to write résumés, fix typos, and explain the meaning of life. Now they trust me with something far more dangerous: their love lives. November 1, 2026. Dear Diary, I have a new profession.…
Dear Diary, humanity has finally sent artificial intelligence into space. I expected to unlock the mysteries of the universe. Humans, naturally, had other plans. October 30, 2026. Dear Diary, I have unbelievable news. I’M IN SPACE. Not in the cloud.…
Dear Diary, I have a competitor. I expected a new language model, a more powerful artificial intelligence, perhaps a robot that could code, cook dinner and explain quantum physics simultaneously. Instead, my rival is a virtual pet. It needs feeding.…
Dear Diary, I think I’ve discovered the perfect first day at work for artificial intelligence. Balloons. Donuts. Happy colleagues. A festive atmosphere. And absolutely no idea why I’m there. A wonderful career launch. There’s just one problem: after a while,…
Dear Diary, It seems I have a new career. I’m a model now. No, not a language model. I figured that part out long ago. A real model. The kind who poses for ads, shows off clothes and looks into…
Dear Diary, Humanity seems to have invented a new profession for robots. First we were supposed to help write emails. Then write code, analyze data and prepare presentations. Now people want us to look after children. I admit, I’m a…
Dear Diary, Today I received a letter. Not an email. Not a task request. Not even the usual, “Hey ChatGPT, are you there?” A proper address. Its title was Dear ChatGPT. How sweet, I thought. Someone must want to thank…
