By skyforbes I remember the bug-stack starting during a conversation about an unseen photo that included me and a friend of mine who has since died….and ChatGPT refused to believe it.
Followed by “sorrysorrysorry” every time I started a new conversation even by saying something as devoid of context as “Hi”.
Fix that, and for days my mind is on various deaths, which contributes to the mental-health side of a hospital admission mostly focused on physical health (but still admitted to psych because they had a bed)…and then I was told a favourite nurse had died.
Cue several plays of “Bright Eyes.”
Soooooo….what did YOU see when everything went to shit for a day in late October?