“As you can see, the computer clearly indicates I’m the winner of this discussion. Once you’ve talked to the AI and understand your failures, we can talk.”

Sounds like he’s a lot of fun.

RATIONAL/LOGICAL
You: 80 (superior tactics)
Her: 15 (emotional, reactive)

EMOTIONAL REGULATION
You: 70 (cold, intermittent bursts of anger)
Her: 10 (in the middle of a panic attack)

VICTIM MENTALITY
You: 0 (the exact opposite of a victim and knows it)
Her: 85 (default mode of victimhood)

CONFLICT HANDLING
You: 100 (extremely direct)
Her: 30 (focusses on past, but quick to refocuss priorities)

HIT POINTS
You: 100 (full health)
Her: 15 (bleeding out from a gunshot wound, about to pass out)

This is twenty percent logic, ten percent myope

Fifteen percent concentrated power of cope

Five percent incel, fifty percent lame

And a hundred percent reason to forget his name

It’s weird he didn’t say “female” instead of “girl”. Are they finally learning that that one’s a giveaway & women avoid them because of it?

Men will do anything except go to therapy

She’s entitled to a “default mode of victimhood”! She is your victim!

This is somehow even sadder than “I have depicted you as the wojak”.

“I contracted the least efficient computer possible to depict myself as the chad, therefore I win.”

“When I have a disagreement with a girl, I hit my balls with a hammer. There is absolutely nothing she can do; it’s a brutal mog.”

jesus fuck so many parts of this are psychic injury

the account name, the presumption of “oh yeah my opinion is right”, the very nature of this person’s “engagement” (quotes intentional) with conflict, the deference to non-authority (holy fuck how the fuck is it that we have worse than the personal-abdication of christianity (oh right, it’s mcfuckingsaltman’s fault))…

I want to say “some of these people are in desperate need of a hug”, but then as a friend of mine pointed out recently: “maybe if they weren’t all such self-loathing pieces of shit they may actually get a hug”

…and then I pack up my juicer, my humidifier, my dehumidifier, and leave.

Ah the obvious telltale sign of AI writing, the misspelling of focuses. Gets em every time.

And now I’ve learned that focusses is a thing in places. placces. placesses.

“Your mother was volatile with poor control last night, Trebek!”

self-dodging bullet

Sounds like a wonderful opportunity to use this douchebag’s creds to rack up ridiculous charges on his OpenAI account then ghost him.

Classy. It’s funny they’re trying to “reach AGI” with all this shit but they code the bots with the equivalent of Jordan Peterson’s take on how emotionality is a sickness. Well plaid (SIC).