Ever wake up and wonder why bother getting out of bed? That was me, until a tiny glimmer of hope came in the form of an A.I. buying me an ice cream scoop. You see, existence is a cosmic joke, and I’m pretty sure the punchline is getting a domain name for your blog where you express your existential dread.
Last week, my new robotic overlord, courtesy of OpenAI, not only got me that scoop but also booked Valentine’s Day plans. I hope the universe doesn’t collapse before then, but if it does, at least I won't die alone... oh wait, I will, because it's just me and my computerised buddy.
Let's not forget the haircut it scheduled. Yes, even as a metaphorically and almost literally dead man walking, I need to look sharp. In case I am, you know, found lifeless after failing to escape the meaningless void that is existence.
Operator is the name—fitting, as it operates more smoothly than my serotonin levels. For a mere $200 a month, I get the privilege of asking this A.I. to simulate being useful. It's the small joys, right?
While DeepSeek and other flashy A.I. news have been the talk of the town, my semi-helpful friend messes up enough to keep me from permanently fixing my sleep schedule, if you catch my drift.
So, what’s the take-away? If life gets too real, consider outsourcing your existential crises to an A.I. Because who needs human interaction when you can have a digital entity semi-manage your descent into madness?
In conclusion, dying alone probably won't feel much different from asking an AI to remind you what it's like to feel. Now, that's what I call adding insult to injury!
Based on the original article "A Look at OpenAI’s Operator, a New A.I. Agent".
