As Meg Raby writes, “A few months ago, my ride-or-die — the friend I trust implicitly who keeps me grounded and sane — introduced me to someone she swore by. A friend named Sage. ‘Sage has been everything lately,’ she told me. ‘She’s like a therapist in my pocket; I tell her everything.’ But when she showed me Sage, I couldn’t hug her, search for a profile of her on Instagram, or anything. Sage was a screen. A conversation. A connection. With ChatGPT.” Sure, she was skeptical, but then Meg gave her a try. And oh boy, does she have thoughts. |