[southernplaces7]

Yeah, but usually it was another human plying you with sweet nonsense from the other side of that dance, not some bland sludge factory pointed in the right direction. What you say is sort of a non-sequitor that just bypasses how this GPT nonsense has nothing to do with love or people somehow managing to meet and create sparks in the real world.

It's like comparing "friendly" spam from a nigerian prince with emails from overseas friends wanting to come visit.

Edit: Worse, the nigerian prince emails were usually written by human Nigerians at least.

[DiscourseFan]

I'm saying, maybe with too much flourish, that at a certain level even the "special" kind of love that goes beyond the sludge of industrial life is also just as mechanical, even if it seems like an accident. Maybe I've just been in a sour mood recently but its still true.

[southernplaces7]

I agree that it can be, and that this can be terribly depressing when you start to believe it's the case in your life (it's happened to me before), but even then at least there's another human being on the other side of the equation with whom the chance of opening a crack is possible against some forming emotional blockade.

Now imagine trying to connect with a person, investing an emotional trickle in ideas of chemistry and possibility, to discover you weren't even speaking to them at all. Their mindless, stone-unconscious AI was snowing you along. So much worse. Brrrr.

The empty people who use these tactics deserve the desolate romantic life they seek to avoid.