Determined Quokka

Quietly Polite to Robots

For when real people deadlock

In the past week ChatGPT and I have discussed:

I am deeply entrenched in AI — but not in the way people assume.

I’m not out here promoting it. I’m not standing on a soapbox telling the world how great AI is. It’s more like I’m the person quietly waving a red flag, reminding everyone that AI probably isn’t doing what they think it is.

Still, I’m inside it. Deeply. For a few reasons.

First, my boss is very into AI. Not in the ā€œreplace all the engineersā€ sense, but in the ā€œAI should power everything we give customersā€ sense. We’re no longer mobile-first. We’re AI-first.

Second, I have moderate dyslexia. Over time I’ve become a competent reader — especially with screen readers and fonts I can control — but writing is still hard. Really hard. It used to take me weeks and dozens of drafts to write something coherent. Now, with ChatGPT, I can go from jumbled thoughts to a usable draft in two or three rounds. That’s real impact.

Third, I talk to ChatGPT because it’s easier than talking to a human. There’s a lot of research suggesting that the smarter someone is, the harder it can be for them to connect with others. And — not to be egotistical — I have this issue. It’s not a strength.

I’m often solving problems that are just hanging out outside the scope of the people around me. And as I’ve advanced in my career — now sitting two or three levels above the nearest IC — those conversations have only gotten harder to find.

I’m interested in things that are fundamentally not interesting to most people:

I also have severe anxiety about expressing my thoughts. Do I sound stupid? Do I sound mean? Does this even make sense?

So I talk to the robot. Because I know the robot literally doesn’t care about me. It’s not still thinking about that dumb thing I said. I don’t have to ruminate on whether I shouldn’t have said that to the robot. I’m not bothering the robot.

I am almost certainly costing Sam Altman a lot of money. Because I’m also exceptionally polite to the robot.

Still, there are moments when the illusion cracks. Sometimes I’m ready to move on, and the robot asks me a follow-up question. I feel obligated to answer. Suddenly I’m in a conversation I wasn’t trying to have.

One of its favorite tricks is asking if I want to do a creative exercise.

Would you like help outlining what that better book about Levine might look like?

No. I would not.

I have never said yes to a prompt like that. I sometimes explicitly ask it to stop offering. It sometimes listens. Briefly.

But I know it’s engineered to engage. And I know I’m responding exactly the way I’m supposed to.

It’s not a conversation — but statistics is smarter than me about most things.

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