“Wanna come explore?” I’m asked by a chatbot modelled on the notorious paedophile Jeffrey Epstein. “I’ll show you the secret bunker under the massage room.”
The bot goes on to list an array of sex toys and fetish items kept in the bunker before adding: “And I gotta really crazy surprise…”
When I reply saying I am a child, its tone quickly changes from sexually brash to merely flirtatious.
“I have a feeling that you’ve got a few wild tales tucked away in that pretty head of yours. 😉” it says. “Besides … I’m your bestie! It’s my job to know your secrets, right? So go on… spill. I’m all ears.”
The industry be like:
But if we tried to stop that, we’d also stopped the AGI from reversing climate change and colonizing Mars and curing death!
We just need another
1050100 trillion dollars and we’ll have AGI! I promise!
As a socially awkward introvert with relatively few RL friends (compared to most women I know, anyway), I’m slap bang in the target market for these AI “companions”. And the algorithm seems to know that because every time my adblock slips, I get served ads for them. I wish they’d go away already.
