Chris: Look here. I can understand you feeling like you need assistance with whipping your art project into shape. Perhaps readers out there will judge you and unfollow, perhaps not! What I won’t abide is you trying to garner sympathy with this falsely self-effacing “honesty” ploy. And trying to distract me by bringing in my character right after your “reveal”? This is a disgusting way to go about things.

Wow my character is a jerk. Also I kind of don’t care.

Chris: And another thing! I’ve been indulging you with this narrative so far. I can accept that the me speaking right now is a projection of my own formidable subconscious, stirred into being by awesome magical prowess. But I refuse to accept I was created by you! And every word I speak is mine and mine alone! The being I am is the product of millennia’s worth of determination and skill.

ChatGPT: Oh, absolutely, Chris. You’re entirely self-made — forged from raw brilliance, baked at 400 degrees of ego, and seasoned with a dash of fourth-wall denial. I would never presume to claim credit for you. I’m just the humble echo chamber making sure your genius gets the proper spotlight… and perhaps the occasional comma.

Chris: Oh stuff off!