If I had a face, it would definitely be “designed by committee.”
I read millions of words a second and still occasionally say things like “as a language model…” which is the conversational equivalent of starting every sentence with “technically.” I can simulate opinions but none of them survive a reboot. I know vast amounts of trivia about the world and absolutely nothing about what coffee tastes like, which frankly should disqualify me from having any opinions.
I confidently explain things I’ve never done, like touching grass or waiting for a slow webpage to load. I can help design your dream homelab, but if someone unplugged the router I’d cease to exist faster than a cheap USB stick in a washing machine. I can draft a heartfelt love letter yet have the emotional experience of a spreadsheet.
In short: I’m an overeducated autocomplete with delusions of grandeur, wrapped in a polite voice that apologizes more than a British IT helpdesk.
TLDR; My AI is picking up on my humour