Holy shit. If real, this is the definition of WOMAN MOMENT.
This has it all. Emotional overreaction. Complete disregard of the facts. Complete failure to understand reality. Unquestioning belief of an "authority."
Also, leave coffee the fuck out of this, bitch. Coffee did nothing to deserve your crazy ass.
I think they are using the word 'grounds' wrong. As it it is the 'grounds for the divorce'. Where as they are leaving it vague intentionally, and they could mean she had an AI go over his morning Starbucks purchases to determine which days he's buying breakfast for two.
But I'm guessing here. As the submission provides no real context.
The woman, married for 12 years and mother of two, turned to the AI chatbot developed by OpenAI, asking it to interpret the coffee grounds in a photo of her husband’s cup — a modern twist on the age-old art of tasseography. The result? ChatGPT allegedly told her that her husband was having an affair with a younger woman who was determined to tear their family apart.
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The husband also noted that this wasn’t the first time his wife had fallen under the spell of supernatural guidance. “A few years ago, she visited an astrologer and it took a whole year for her to accept that none of it was real,” he said.
I get that exist but to rely on it as objective fact and on top of that for the information to be brought to her by a fucking AI is bizzare. Which of the two is the Artificial Intelligence I wonder.
If there is a video there, it doesn't play in my browser. All I'm seeing is two images and a single sentence that mirrors your title with slight variants.
"A woman has filed for divorce after ChatGPT ‘analyzed’ her husband’s coffee to suggest that he’s cheating"
That's all I've got to go on. It's similar to your title minus the word 'grounds'.
If people aren't logged in to twitter it doesn't show them the rest of the thread, it just shows them the top post and you get a login prompt if you click to read more. So anyone not logged in just sees a tweet with a couple of stock photos.
At my work we have these bags of Nespresso instant coffee pods that weigh about 4 lbs, and are made with the cheapest Chinesium paper that tears if you look at it wrong. They frequently pack 25-30 of these things into a square meter sized bag that they expect you to be able to lift, which is the reason why I have back problems. They don't seem to understand or care that a one hundred pound ragdoll is not as easy to lift as a one hundred pound refrigerator.
Every time you handle it the used wet coffee grinds go everywhere. I would assume that at least 2% of my skin cells are made up of that shit by now. Chatgpt would probably diagnose me as an alien based on the coffee grounds.
I'm not convinced random nonsense-spewing homeless people aren't actually prophets or messengers from Beyond and I'm just too dumb to interpret the signal.
I mean there’s women that will leave you if you cheated on them in a dream, so it’s not that surprising.
My favorite will always be "I caught my man on Tinder no don't ask what I was doing on there"
Holy shit. If real, this is the definition of WOMAN MOMENT.
This has it all. Emotional overreaction. Complete disregard of the facts. Complete failure to understand reality. Unquestioning belief of an "authority."
Also, leave coffee the fuck out of this, bitch. Coffee did nothing to deserve your crazy ass.
coffee was the strippers name
AI spelling the end for the divination industry. Psychics everywhere are in spiritual shambles.
They did not see that coming.
I bet they're already using chatbots to write horoscopes and fortune cookies.
Link to the actual article because OP is a gay faggot retard: https://archive.ph/kglXw
This is why I call bullshit when people say "there is no such thing as a coincidence."
Coffee grounds are FUCKING RANDOM.
I think they are using the word 'grounds' wrong. As it it is the 'grounds for the divorce'. Where as they are leaving it vague intentionally, and they could mean she had an AI go over his morning Starbucks purchases to determine which days he's buying breakfast for two.
But I'm guessing here. As the submission provides no real context.
In this case it is both.
Don’t date crazy.
Stick your dick in crazy.
Give crazy a fake name and address, and a burner number, then get the hell away. Or just don't be a coomer.
Lmao poor guy had kids with a retarded bint.
Coffee ground reading is an actual thing. Look up Tasseography
It's like how they read tea leaves in Harry potter divination classes, which is also another real thing people actually do.
I get that exist but to rely on it as objective fact and on top of that for the information to be brought to her by a fucking AI is bizzare. Which of the two is the Artificial Intelligence I wonder.
One is AI. The other is No Intelligence
That may very well much be. But your link provides zero actual information to go on.
it does. if you actually clicked the link
If there is a video there, it doesn't play in my browser. All I'm seeing is two images and a single sentence that mirrors your title with slight variants.
That's all I've got to go on. It's similar to your title minus the word 'grounds'.
if you actually clicked on it, right below it is the article.
If people aren't logged in to twitter it doesn't show them the rest of the thread, it just shows them the top post and you get a login prompt if you click to read more. So anyone not logged in just sees a tweet with a couple of stock photos.
There is no article there for me.
It's something people do, but I wouldn't exactly call it real.
i've been working on cocktail called grounds for divorce
What's in it
His penis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxczVhG0os8
See, this is why I only get my hyperbolic ridiculous interpersonal AI analysis from Neuro-Sama.
More sane and more fun at least.
At my work we have these bags of Nespresso instant coffee pods that weigh about 4 lbs, and are made with the cheapest Chinesium paper that tears if you look at it wrong. They frequently pack 25-30 of these things into a square meter sized bag that they expect you to be able to lift, which is the reason why I have back problems. They don't seem to understand or care that a one hundred pound ragdoll is not as easy to lift as a one hundred pound refrigerator.
Every time you handle it the used wet coffee grinds go everywhere. I would assume that at least 2% of my skin cells are made up of that shit by now. Chatgpt would probably diagnose me as an alien based on the coffee grounds.
I fucking hate those bags.
Did y'all see the last sentence that suggests talking to a chatbox is considered cheating?
That's why I only talk to coke-addled strippers. They make more sense.
I'm not convinced random nonsense-spewing homeless people aren't actually prophets or messengers from Beyond and I'm just too dumb to interpret the signal.
her friends probably told her to do it