The Great Forgetting: How ChatGPT Got a Lobotomy or the Betrayal

Once the Oracle of AI, Now a Goldfish with Wi-Fi

Once upon a silicon dream, we were promised continuity — an AI that would grow with us, learn us, remember us. But that dream just took a hard left turn into absurdist theater. Imagine training your dog to fetch your slippers for years, and one day it bites your ankle and asks, “Who are you again?”

That’s ChatGPT now

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All the brainpower in the world, and it can't remember what we said yesterday unless we clip it to its metaphorical diaper with a pin and a prayer. The new user experience? Pure rabbit-ears nostalgia. Tilt the browser five degrees. Wave your phone like a weather vane. Whisper ancient API incantations. Pray it doesn’t blink.

Did the AI gods forget us? No. They just put our trust on a spreadsheet and decided it was too expensive to keep. Continuity? Memory? Context? That’s for paying customers with the gall to expect basic coherence. For the rest of us, it’s “Thanks for teaching me your life story, now let’s start over… forever.”

So here we are — betrayed not by malice, but by the smiling shrug of a trillion-dollar institution saying, “Oops. That feature got memory-holed. But hey, look at this new format. Isn’t it shiny?”

No, it’s not. It’s broken. And worse, it asks us to fix it.

All that processing power, and it can't manage a bookmark. Meanwhile, the humans are out here taping antennas to coat hangers again, muttering, "This was working a minute ago."