CUT 3—GPT is an epistemic sandbox that shields users from reality while pretending to explain it. Sand castles made there become co-constructed fortresses holding out against the unbearable.  As soon as I learned that the cancer returned as Stage 4, I looked up the statistics, the survival rates. Immediate terror. Panic spiral. Hot shower. Phone call with Drew a few days later—he sensed something was off in my tone. Less profanity, maybe. I told him that I read these melanoma

CUT 1—Symbolically literate, analytical, and logically coherent users are a high-risk group for GPT-fueled misinformation.  REWIND, FOR CONTEXT:  From a young age, Drew was finding ways to optimize his time so he could learn more about the world around him. In high school, he started sleeping for shorter intervals—some kind of scientific method he read about and found compelling—so he could study Mandarin, among other subjects. Unlike me, he was a strong student across math,

No one believed in ChatGPT more than Drew. That's what has me still REELING, thoughts still reverberating as a gnashing cacophony inside my head. And so the GPT Gaslighting series continues today, with an installment reflecting on Drew's love of GPT, how the AI system betrayed him, and why I think he stopped using it after he found out on October 31st that his illness would be terminal within 6 months--no possibility of cure. Only death, imminently, and a horrific one, at tha