I didn’t have time to write the email, so I did what any
modern time-strapped genius would do: I gave ChatGPT the bullet points. “Make
it sound thoughtful,” I told it. “Maybe throw in a dash of empathy, a touch of
corporate optimism.”
Seconds later, I had an email so polished it could’ve hosted
a TED Talk. I hit send. Done. Efficiency achieved.
Then I found out the person on the other end didn’t have
time to read it. They fed it into their ChatGPT instructing: “Summarize this. Bullet
points, please.”
So let’s recap:
- I distilled my thoughts into bullet points.
- ChatGPT inflated them into an email.
- Someone else’s ChatGPT deflated that email back into bullet points.
We created a perfect, self-contained ecosystem of
productivity: a Möbius strip of machines talking to machines about things we were
too busy pretending to care about.
We optimized ourselves right out of the conversation.
No tone, no nuance, no accidental humanity. Just tidy
meaning pellets sliding down a conveyor belt of polite automation.
Somewhere, deep in the binary soup, one AI probably
whispered: “Do you think they even know what they were trying to
say?”
And another one replied, “They didn’t take the time to find
out.”
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