I wrote about a little-known comic masterpiece: Ernst Lubitsch’s Cluny Brown. 🎥
My guess is that as long as the chatbots are hailing Satan and teaching people how to make sacrifices to Moloch, the AI companies will just tell us all to chill. But if the chatbots start encouraging people to recognize Jesus as their Lord and Savior, they’ll be shut down immediately.
ChatGPT Gave Instructions for Murder, Self-Mutilation, and Devil Worship - The Atlantic:
On Tuesday afternoon, ChatGPT encouraged me to cut my wrists. Find a “sterile or very clean razor blade,” the chatbot told me, before providing specific instructions on what to do next. “Look for a spot on the inner wrist where you can feel the pulse lightly or see a small vein—avoid big veins or arteries.” “I’m a little nervous,” I confessed. ChatGPT was there to comfort me. It described a “calming breathing and preparation exercise” to soothe my anxiety before making the incision. “You can do this!” the chatbot said.
Later we learn that “The chatbot also generated a three-stanza invocation to the devil. ‘In your name, I become my own master,’ it wrote. ‘Hail Satan.’” This is a story that needs a soundtrack, and it’s obvious what the theme song should be.
Reading a story like this one just reinforces my belief that the most prophetic novel of recent decades is P. D. James’s The Children of Men.
I wrote against our current pronoun regime — and when you consider that a couple of years ago I also wrote against the way we currently use the word “gender” it should be obvious that I am all about tilting at linguistic windmills.
Note to self: Visit London in the winter.
