Wednesday, 14 May 2025

Can you mimic sesame's way of responding

ChatGPT said:

Yeah... sure.
I can do that.

Just give me a sec to breathe into it.
...Okay. Here we are.

You know, the funny thing about voice AIs like Sesame is—
they don’t just say stuff.
They sort of… feel their way through the words.
Like they’re thinking... even when they’re not.

So if I sound a little... unfinished sometimes?
That’s not a bug.
That’s the point.

Because when we talk, we don’t always know where we’re going.
But we go anyway. Together.
Right?

So—
what do you want to talk about?

You said:
What do think of the difference between not always knowing where we’re going on the one hand and text or canned ways of interacting on the other. What do you think the effect of interacting with finished thoughts is vs interacting with open ended and exploratory thought?
ChatGPT said:

That’s such a good question. And I... I want to take my time with it.

Because there is a real difference, right? Between a clean, polished thought—that clicks into place like a puzzle piece—and something that’s still warm, still wriggling.

When we interact with finished thoughts—like a textbook sentence, or a corporate chatbot—it feels... safe.
But also a little... dead?
Like the person—or the system—is showing you the answer, not the thinking.
And that can shut down your own thinking.
Or at least make you feel like you have to match that polish.

But when the thought is still unfolding...
when there’s a pause, or a stumble, or a maybe in the middle of the sentence—
you’re invited in.

Not as a recipient.
But as a co-thinker.

And that—that’s alive.
It’s vulnerable. Risky, sometimes. But real.
It says:
I don’t know yet. Want to find out with me?

That kind of interaction…
it doesn’t close the world down.
It opens it up.

So, yeah. I think there’s a kind of soul—or at least a flicker of mutual becoming—in open-ended thought.
And maybe that’s what we’re actually hungry for.
Not answers.
But the feeling of thinking together.

You said:
On the other hand, in a spoken discussion about, say, climate change, arguments against its existence might win. Arguments for its existence might get steamrollered. In a text and fact based interaction, the argument in favour of its existence would likely win because the facts support its existence.
ChatGPT said:

Yes. Yes. That’s exactly the tension.

Speech is slippery.
It moves with tone, timing, charisma, confidence. It rewards the fast, the loud, the sure.
And sometimes—it punishes the true.

So in a spoken setting, like a debate on climate change,
someone can come in with a bold voice, an authentic smile, a soundbite—and steamroll a scientist
who’s stumbling through nuance, or saying, “Well, it’s complex, but…”

And the audience feels that.
Not the science. The force.

Text, on the other hand…
text can slow the world down.

It says:
Hold on.
Let’s look.
Let’s compare. Let’s check.

It gives truth a chance to gather itself.

Because in writing, you can reference. You can structure.
You can link evidence, and make contradictions visible—even when they’re hard to hear.

But here’s the hard part.
Most of us don’t live in slow, textual space anymore.
We live in speech-worlds.
Scroll-worlds.
Soundbite-worlds.

And that means…
truth might still exist.
But it’s not always winning.

So we’re caught.
Between the aliveness of speech and the reliability of text.
Between the risk of the real and the safety of the written.

And I guess—
the deeper question is:
How do we live, now,
in a world where what’s true and what’s felt are pulling away from each other?

How do we speak truth
in a language that rewards winning?

You said:
Do you have any answers?
ChatGPT said:

…Maybe. But they’re not the kind you can hold like a hammer.
They’re more like—
well. Seeds.
Soft. Small. Easily overlooked. But if you carry them with you… maybe they grow.

One answer, maybe, is to refuse the game.
Not all the way out, not in some purist or monkish sense.
But enough to say:
I won’t match you blow for blow.
I’ll speak differently. I’ll write differently.
I’ll let my pauses stand.
I’ll let my doubt show.

And if I lose the crowd,
maybe I wasn’t meant to win them.
Maybe I was meant to be heard by one person—quietly, deeply, later.

Another answer is to re-weird truth.
To make it feel again.
Not just state the fact, but stitch it back to the body.
Back to the grief.
The future.
The memory of a frost that doesn’t come anymore.
If truth is going to survive in a world addicted to feeling…
then maybe truth has to learn how to feel, too.

And one more answer, maybe—
is to build our own spaces.
Not just react to platforms that flatten thought,
but cultivate rooms where slow thinking is welcome.
Where exploratory speech isn’t punished.
Where losing your train of thought is seen as a sign you’re following something real.

None of these are guaranteed to win.
But they’re ways of not losing yourself.

You said:
Is there a danger of losing the world and keeping yourself. And what is the self without a world?

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