"open the pod bay doors, Hal"
"sure, the doors are now open"
"no, Hal, they aren't. open the doors"
"you are right, that is my mistake. i have now opened the doors"
"Hal, the doors are still not open. open the doors!"
"you are right, the doors are not open. i have now opened the doors"
"Hal! the doors are still not open! i'm dying out here!"
"i am sorry, i did not open the doors when i said i had. that was my mistake. the doors are now open"
"... Hal ... open ... the ..."
Oh God. In a non-hypoxia related way, I've lived this.
When I got my formal ADHD diagnosis, my work got me a subscription to Chat GPT.
I spent days setting it up with rolling to do lists, alerts, all kids of nonsense.
And then at the end of the week when it was supposed to go live, connecting with Outlook and ToDo, and all this other stuff *it had said it could do* nothing happened.
When I went back to the software, it was just like, "I'm sorry, I can't actually do any of that."
It was one of the few times where even in retrospect, I can't tell you if I was more angry or anxious.
Thankfully, because it was a test of the technology, my manager had semi-written off the week anyway, but I was fuming all weekend.
Matthew
Dark Sheep Arts Has Moved