This was not written by a ChatGPT. This was not written by a ChatGPT. Would a ChatGPT be worried about being replaced by a ChatGPT? Would a ChatGPT be annoyed by the table next to it talking about revenue streams? Would a ChatGPT be distracted by the array of dumpsters outside the window? I don't think so. This was written by a mind with a memory of cassette tapes and acid rain warnings and test patterns and dial-up Internet and Blondie playing the local roller rink and taking the night bus from Leicester Square at 2am and being asked by a guy in a leather jacket wether I was "Greek or half Greek or something" and that time a dowdy homeless lady in the Waverly Diner in the.East Village looked me in the eyes intently and said, "you're a deep thinker" and it seemed like time stood still. Go ahead, keep on improving the imposters of real life until they're indistinguishable. See where that gets you.