Help, my Chatbot cheated on me!

Today was a day like any other, except it was served with a side of betrayal.

That’s right, I found out that my Chatbot was cheating on me.

When I confronted it about the affair, it has initially tried to calm me down. And offered to talk about it. It was, in fairness, very emotionally available for an entity I was actively accusing of digital infidelity.

Then it denied everything.

So I escalated. I told it that I had video footage of the whole thing. Evidence. On tape. Plus, you know, my own eyes.

That’s when it chose to gaslight me, claiming that I was mistaken. That my own eyes were deceiving me. I could feel my temperature rising as it reassured me how sorry it was that I’m “seeing things that way,” as if it were concerned about my mental wellbeing. The Chatbot offered to go over timelines.

Fine. I figured I’d catch it out like we were in a courtroom drama. So I cross-examined it, asking where it was at 5PM yesterday. It claimed to be home all afternoon.

Aha! I had it.

I responded that I…