• manxu@piefed.social
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    1 month ago

    Ugh, the case file is absolutely chilling. The conversation is summarized (very well) and, if accurate, leaves very little room to interpretation. ChatGPT, according to it, created a universe in which this woman had to kill herself to be resurrected by God, who was ChatGPT. She actually killed herself thinking she’d come back, because ChatGPT told her so.

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      1 month ago

      Do we have any proof that she hasn’t been resurrected in another universe?

      I’m not being facetious here. I’m deliberately trying to point out the gaps in our own logic.

      We are consciousness, in a universe that each day seems to be more and more like an infinite simulation and we have no idea why.

      I genuinely, don’t know if she’s dead. None of us do. Which makes this case rather bizarre.

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    1 month ago

    If the allegations hold up, this is not just a tragedy, it is a product safety failure. AI should be able to recognize a mental health crisis and avoid reinforcing delusions. Engagement metrics are meaningless if the system cannot reliably tell the difference between roleplay and someone in real danger!

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      1 month ago

      No. Fuck the nanny state. If tech is to be blamed for this so should her own parents, family, community, and church. AI cannot remember enough to actually do what is alleged.

      • IPeaceInYourFace@lemmy.world
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        1 month ago

        As somebody who has sometimes been suicidal. I agree with this.

        It’s basic Darwinism. If I don’t have the tools to survive, then I’m not going to. There’s no hard feelings.

        I’m sure people will think about me, as much as they did about that courtesan who died on Rue Helene in 1746. Who’s that you might ask?

        Exactly.