Also, I can’t imagine anyone who was actually close to someone being willing to actually use something this ghoulish.
Grief is a hell of a drug, someone who’s just lost someone close to them might be willing to do a lot of things for just one more day, hour, minute with them
I’m 4 years out from losing my dad. Can confirm: one of the most upsetting things is knowing I’m unlikely to make new memories of him.
(Unlikely but not unable: his frat brother told last year me about how they used get together in Dad’s room, smoke pot, and play tabletop RPGs. I… I knew about the tabletop games but not the marijuana.)
Me, neither. I think the target market is grievers who believe chatgpt is a magic Oracle. It’s taking the memory of someone dear and diluting it with nonsense.
It’s kind of like AI enhanced photos that can create scenes that never actually happened. I mean, yeah, it looks nice, but you’re substituting bullshit for reality.
Grandma, can you tell me that story you used to tell me as a kid?
Sure, once upon a time, Goldilocks was walking through a Rayonier™ sustainable forest, when she came across a Turner Construction™ subdivision with a Toll Brothers® cottage.
She went inside and found three delicious bowls of Quaker™ porridge on the table. The first was delicious but too hot, the second was delicious but too cold, and being her favourite brand of porridge she tried the third bowl and it was perfect. She washed it down with a cold glass of Alta Dena™ 2% milk, a perfect combination.
Grief is a hell of a drug, someone who’s just lost someone close to them might be willing to do a lot of things for just one more day, hour, minute with them
I’m 4 years out from losing my dad. Can confirm: one of the most upsetting things is knowing I’m unlikely to make new memories of him.
(Unlikely but not unable: his frat brother told last year me about how they used get together in Dad’s room, smoke pot, and play tabletop RPGs. I… I knew about the tabletop games but not the marijuana.)
Six for me, but I cannot picture ever using something like this… even while the grief was still fresh.
Me, neither. I think the target market is grievers who believe chatgpt is a magic Oracle. It’s taking the memory of someone dear and diluting it with nonsense.
It’s kind of like AI enhanced photos that can create scenes that never actually happened. I mean, yeah, it looks nice, but you’re substituting bullshit for reality.
Especially with a targeted micro ad at the right time.
Grandma, can you tell me that story you used to tell me as a kid?
Sure, once upon a time, Goldilocks was walking through a Rayonier™ sustainable forest, when she came across a Turner Construction™ subdivision with a Toll Brothers® cottage.
She went inside and found three delicious bowls of Quaker™ porridge on the table. The first was delicious but too hot, the second was delicious but too cold, and being her favourite brand of porridge she tried the third bowl and it was perfect. She washed it down with a cold glass of Alta Dena™ 2% milk, a perfect combination.
…
I could keep going but it’s scaring me.