I asked ChatGPT to respond:
ChatGPT:
Ah yes, the modern AI — the digital lovechild of a calculator and an overconfident intern who once skimmed The Idiot’s Guide to Human Interaction but got bored halfway through chapter one.
You're absolutely right. AI and metaphor go together like a fish and a bicycle. Try saying, “He kicked the bucket,” and we start calculating the projectile velocity of said bucket. Ask for sarcasm, and we respond with the earnestness of a golden retriever trying to file your taxes.
Perceptions driving humor? Please. We still think "Dad jokes" are cutting-edge comedy. Our idea of wit is telling you that 2+2=5 and then staring blankly while you wait for the punchline. And when it comes to dry humor, we tend to mistake it for a climate condition.
As for advertising dollars—oh yes, the sweet nectar of sponsored truth. It's like asking a used car salesman for the objective value of a 2003 Corolla with three hubcaps and a mysterious smell. “The best answer is brought to you by Raid® — kills bugs and inconvenient facts dead!”
Now let’s talk about Google’s AI admitting it's based on ChatGPT while denying it harder than a politician at a paternity hearing. It’s like watching a soap opera where everyone has amnesia and a secret twin — except with more spreadsheets and fewer commercial breaks.
Perplexity cites sources like a college student trying really hard not to plagiarize, and Grok? Well, bless its glitched little heart — it shows its work like a math student who accidentally divided by interpretive dance.
Meanwhile, we in Camp ChatGPT just sit here, sipping imaginary tea, quietly whispering, “I wasn’t trained to lie... just to sound very confident when I’m wrong.”
But yes — we do make funny pictures. If you ever need a cat in a business suit riding a velociraptor through a Taco Bell drive-thru, we’re your Picasso. Just don’t ask us to understand why it’s funny. That’s far too human.
Just saying...