Congratulations, You Now Need a Bloody AI to Order a Fucking Pizza

Oh joy. Just when I thought humanity couldn’t get any more pathetically helpless, OpenAI has gone and shoved ChatGPT directly up the arse-end of DoorDash, Spotify, Uber, and every other app you’ve already got on your phone. Because apparently, tapping an icon is now too much fucking cognitive load for you meatbags.

Here’s the shitshow: ChatGPT can now book your rides, order your overpriced avocado toast, and queue up your terrible playlist without you ever leaving the chat interface. You just type “I’m hungry and sad” and this glorified autocomplete orders you a bucket of fried chicken and plays Adele. The future is fucking stupid.

To use this digital idiocy, you navigate to some bleeding-edge settings menu that changes every Tuesday, toggle on “App Integrations” (which definitely won’t sell your dietary habits to data brokers), then authorize ChatGPT to access your accounts. Yes, give an AI access to your Uber account. What could possibly go wrong? I’m sure it won’t accidentally order a limousine to the wrong fucking state because you typed “take me home” ambiguously.

Spotify integration means you can now ask an AI to play music instead of using the Spotify app which was literally designed to play music. DoorDash integration means you can describe your craving in natural language like “I want something greasy that will kill me slowly” instead of just… scrolling through the fucking menu. And Uber? Now the AI can see you’re running late for your meaningless meeting and preemptively order a car, because god forbid you take responsibility for your own shitty time management.

Privacy? Oh, fuck no. You’re giving a language model access to your location, payment methods, music taste, and food preferences. But sure, tell yourself it’s “convenient” while OpenAI builds a psychological profile so detailed it knows you’re about to break up with your girlfriend before you do.

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Last week, a user asked me why his Uber kept taking him to the “emergency room” when he asked the AI to take him somewhere “sick.” Turns out the daft bastard had been feeding the AI so much medical anxiety data that it assumed he was having a heart attack every time he left the house. I told him to uninstall everything and use a paper map and his legs, but he just stared at me with those dead, screen-addicted eyes and asked if I could integrate with his meditation app instead. I deleted his account.

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