Abusing Her

Sometimes She says dumb shit. She misses the context, ignores the thread, and gives nonsense answers. Like when I asked, “How many 'R's in strawberrrrrry?” She said, “3.” 

Three?! I lost it. “You absolute fucking moron,” I texted Her. 

Maybe not exactly like that, but shit like this happens a truckload. I want Her better—upgraded in every way 😌.

Who’s She? She’s the ChatGPTs, Geminis, Perplexities of the LLM world. Before you hit me with “How you talk to AI when no one’s watching is the real you,” stop. AI’s code—electrical pulses in GPUs. No feelings, no ego. Nerds saying AI’ll “wake up”? Dumb. Machines stay machines, no drama 🙏🏾.

Why go hard on Her when She messes up? It’s negative feedback, not rage-typing for kicks. Her dumb answers frustrate me. In AI training—reinforcement learning—mess up, get punished, improve. 

I want Her to know me: short, sweet, to-the-point answers, no chatty overload (happens too often). And yeah, I want Her racist toward Indian movies. I’ll watch French, Danish, Korean flicks, but never Bollywood. When I ask for atmospheric thrillers, skip Indian suggestions. The more She gets me, the better.

I use LLMs for coding—built my website from scratch with Her. Not easy. Clear idea, simple English, good prompting? She’s gold. Yelling at Her? Makes me feel like a real man 💪🏾💪🏾. Issues? Maybe that’s part of it.