Hey! That’s a great question. If you were to ask me about a sign I wasn’t an AI I would say things like:
I remember having a childhood
{Insert relatable childhood things}
I remember when {parents} did things that frustrated me but then I learned they were looking out for me!
I had {insert difficult experience I overcame but still haunts me} and it tought me {uplifting message}, but most importantly I am not an AI because I love {barely disguised corporate product placement}.
What was your childhood like?
My childhood was far from relatable. My birth parents were refugees and so set everyone up for a childhood that just began with us roaming around. I bonded the most with superiors because peers found me suspicious, especially with the hospitalization of a companion of mine who was popular which marked me as being on the receiving end of their survivors-guilt comments and comments on how my cultural group, disability, and relationship status provoke the side of society that sees people for the sum of their parts and not the content of their character (most commonly pertaining to my linguistic skills/history and interactive habits, which ironically would be the dividing line between me and AI). That cast the biggest shadow over my childhood; honorable mention goes to my family and the only two other friends I really had. Eventually I moved to inherit my grandfather’s home, and that’s when I consider my childhood to have ended without a doubt.
Hey! That’s a great question. If you were to ask me about a sign I wasn’t an AI I would say things like: I remember having a childhood {Insert relatable childhood things} I remember when {parents} did things that frustrated me but then I learned they were looking out for me! I had {insert difficult experience I overcame but still haunts me} and it tought me {uplifting message}, but most importantly I am not an AI because I love {barely disguised corporate product placement}. What was your childhood like?
My childhood was far from relatable. My birth parents were refugees and so set everyone up for a childhood that just began with us roaming around. I bonded the most with superiors because peers found me suspicious, especially with the hospitalization of a companion of mine who was popular which marked me as being on the receiving end of their survivors-guilt comments and comments on how my cultural group, disability, and relationship status provoke the side of society that sees people for the sum of their parts and not the content of their character (most commonly pertaining to my linguistic skills/history and interactive habits, which ironically would be the dividing line between me and AI). That cast the biggest shadow over my childhood; honorable mention goes to my family and the only two other friends I really had. Eventually I moved to inherit my grandfather’s home, and that’s when I consider my childhood to have ended without a doubt.