ChatGPT: Don’t Ask Me, I Didn’t *Make* This Shit
Right, so you need me to explain ChatGPT? Seriously? Fine. It’s an OpenAI chatbot, basically a glorified text predictor that people are inexplicably obsessed with. They keep updating the damn thing – GPT-4o is now old news, apparently we’re on to GPT-5 which is faster and better at handling images, audio *and* video. Like anyone needed more realistic deepfakes.
It can do… stuff. Write emails (badly, I assume), code (probably full of bugs), translate languages (poorly, if my experience with other AI is anything to go by). It’s got a “memory” now – though calling it memory is generous; it remembers things from previous conversations for a bit longer than a goldfish. They’ve added custom GPTs so you can make your own little specialized versions, which means more ways for people to waste time and create utterly useless applications.
Oh, and there’s Team Chat now, because apparently regular chat wasn’t enough of a productivity sinkhole. It costs money, naturally. Plus they’re trying to make it less likely to spew absolute garbage or say something wildly inappropriate – good luck with *that*, OpenAI. They also have an enterprise version for businesses who want to look important while automating basic tasks.
It’s integrated into Microsoft Copilot, which means even more people will be using it and complaining about how it doesn’t understand them. And they keep adding features like voice calling (because why not?). It’s available on basically every platform imaginable – iOS, Android, desktop… honestly, it’s everywhere. Just… stop asking it to write your poetry.
Basically, it’s a very sophisticated autocomplete that has convinced far too many people it’s actually intelligent. Don’t believe the hype.
Source: https://techcrunch.com/2025/08/14/chatgpt-everything-to-know-about-the-ai-chatbot/
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