Is it cheating if the other woman is a bot?

Let’s call my seatmate Irene. I’m not usually friendly on a flight, but Irene and I were wearing the same sneakers, and when you both look down and your feet are barely eight inches apart, it’s a strange thing that’s not allowed to be acknowledged.

As I pulled out my phone to ask ChatGPT something crazy that I probably could have used my own brain for (but why bother), I heard Irene make some kind of snorting noise. “Sorry,” she said. “I just really hate ChatGPT.” And with that she was gone. Her husband – let’s call him Rob – doesn’t hate ChatGPT. In fact, Irene told me, he seems to have developed something bordering on emotional intimacy with it. It started innocently enough: search queries, household logistics. Then he gave him a name: Cathy.

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