ChatGPT and AI are like fake boobs

And I don’t give two shits if this story doesn’t age well.

And what is aging well anyway?

Let me reveal a secret. I met my wife when she was … let’s call a teenager. We’ve been together ever since. Almost twenty-five years soon.

We’ve aged. We’ve seen each other age.

“I’m going to have it done, fix the skin on my stomach”, she keeps telling me. I can’t tell whether she’s serious or teasing me.

Our four kids were indeed very careless about the skin on their mom’s stomach. Especially the twins. They are our youngest kids. I mean they didn’t seem happy about the little space they had so they kept expanding their first home. Moving its walls. How selfish of them. It’s like they lived in a bubble…

My wife’s stomach really looked like a huge bubble as the pregnancy progressed.

I tell my wife: the moment you do any type of plastic surgery, I’ll stop loving you.

Does it sound cruel to say that? Shouldn't I love my wife no matter her appearance?

Well, that’s the point. I don’t want fake boobs or whatever. I don’t want anything artificial. And I mean it.

Now, a disclaimer. The above story was written by ChatGPT.

Do you see how advanced it’s become?

Fuck no.

The above story wasn’t written by ChatGPT. It was written by me. Based on a true story.