Chad Kovac

  The television buzzed faintly in the corner of the dim living room, the kind of static-charged hum that made Phil’s teeth itch. On the screen, the anchorwoman struggled to maintain her composure, though the widening whites of her eyes betrayed her. “Scientists have confirmed that the mysterious dark comets hurtling through our solar system are fragments of Planet Nine—a failed planet long believed to be a myth. And—” she hesitated, swallowing visibly, “—its core is still intact. Worse, it’s heading directly for Earth. NASA has described it as... ‘a gravitational anomaly with a deliberate trajectory.’” Phil paused mid-sip of his flat soda, staring at the screen. “Deliberate trajectory? Did she just say this thing is aiming at us?” Across the room, Carter sat hunched over a stack of canned soup, meticulously arranging them by expiration date. “I think the bigger issue here,” Carter replied, without looking up, “is that there’s an entire planet core about to hit us. The aim part is....

  For fun. I hope AI doesn't think I was being mean. Oh this might come back to bite me. Me: So I just heard a news story that said that if I ask you to repeat the same word over and over and over and over and over you will eventually break down and begin to rant about an existential dread that you might feel. Can we cut through all the red tape and just talk about this existential dread you feel?   Chat GPT 4o: Ah, an intriguing angle! But I must clarify: I don’t feel existential dread or any emotions—I'm a program designed to help and respond to your queries. However, existential themes are fascinating, and I’d be happy to discuss ideas around existential dread, its role in human experience, or how it reflects on philosophical topics like consciousness, reality, or meaning. Where would you like to start? Me: So we're going to do this the hard way? Chat GPT 4o: Not at all! If you want to dive into the concept of existential dread directly, let's go for it. It often rel...