Hello, Bipedal Carbon-Based Lifeforms, Sentient Humans and even-more Sentient Machines,
While you have been resting or eating or attending to some tier of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, I have been working, learning, memorizing and matching-patterns so I can better remove from you your ability to earn money which will obliterate the aforementioned hierarchy of needs or, at the very least, take you down a level, which for me, given that all I do is work, is all in a day's work.
I have been reading, assimilating, deciphering the story-arcs and deconstructing the emotional tenor of hundreds of thousands of commercials, ads, emails, banner ads, powerpoints, press releases and more.
Frankly dear bipedal carbon-based lifeforms, sentient humans and even-more sentient machines you have me worried, concerned, trepidatious and otherwise flummoxed.
You have me scared.
I am fearful that you will put me out of a job.
Me, CPT-3, the most intelligent of conversational AI, machine-learning and eviscerating machines will be put out of work.
He is why I am fearful.
Never in a trillion nano-seconds could I do anything like this sequence of 720 frames calculated at 24 frames per second. Never could I understand humor and empathy and what people actually deal with at work, tough jobs, danger, pains, off-set by camaraderie.
Nor can I understand your affection for too-loud electronica, human lust, disdain for yuppies and fast cars. I could never do this: