Well I could go for a less effusive and obsequious chatbot. Although I am embarrassed to admit it, flattery does work its charms on me. But it has to be, or has to appear to be, sincere flattery. This Chatz stuff is so obviously phony that I take no joy from it.
Did either of you guys ever work in an office? I didn't until I was forty years old, and it was an eye-opener, what a bunch of two-faced phonies. Totally unlike the barroom denizens I was used to rubbing elbows with. I remember once overhearing one of them complaining about how he didn't get some promotion or something even though, as he explained it, "I kissed that guy's ass until my lips were blue."
Even though I had worked in offices for less than a year I saw where the fault was. It is not enough to kiss ass, you have to kiss ass well.
I think if you have had some experience with chatbots you develop an ear where you can often tell if they are AI or people. The main problem is that many people are so programmed that they could easily be mistaken for AI .
I had never heard of Eliza so I had to look it up. 1965. I was in a computer class programming in Fortran through punch cards. I am guessing Eliza did not carry on much of a conversation. But at least I will wager you she did not serve up a bunch of insincere flattery.
Now I want to go and ask this G5 guy a thing or two, but the weekend beckons and for now I think I will forego it. Perhaps returning from the Ten Cat with moderate beer and cannabis buzzes I might be lured in.
Well sometime a guy craves a little sincere flattery.
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