I dig those stupid little food delivery robots. Cocos, they call ‘em. Cruisin' along the sidewalks, moving like they're drunk. Honestly, hard not to respect the dig. Little fucker's out there obeying all the traffic laws, trying his hardest. Not a fan of people messing with those things. "You can judge a man's true character by the way he treats his fellow Coco robots.” - Paul McCartney
What can I say? I think they're cute. Maybe Pixar or George Lucas is to blame, but there's something about a little robot trying his damnedest to help the human species. Just beautiful man. Now yes, I'm aware these little dipshits will sooner or later evolve and try to murder us, but I’m pretty sure I'll be fine. Especially with this new Move I got.
So we get tons of Moves sent in regarding the idea of "getting out ahead" of the Robot vs. Human War:
- “Be nice to ChatGPT. Little please and thank you.”
- “Check in on ChatGPT from time to time. See how they're doing, get to know them a little more.”
- “Shoot ChatGPT some compliments throughout the week.”
All of these Moves have the same goal in mind: staying alive when the robots eventually take over.
I'm truly a fan of these Moves, I really am. Thinking ahead, sharp! But I will say, when it comes to changing the way someone thinks and feels about you, I prefer going the monetary route. "Money talks.” Which is why I've been dishin' delivery robots a couple bucks whenever they drop off my food. Lil' grease sesh for that dumb sum' bitch. I mean he's out there putting it on the line: grinding, hustling. Least I could do honestly.
Now we're golden, win-win situation. My tip conscience is clean, plus now when shit goes sideways and that little Coco fuck grows up to be 7 feet tall with machine gun hands, "Hey... It's me! The tip guy! Remember?" Spared. I mean, c'mon. You think ChatGPT's gonna remember every poor bastard that sauced him a thank you? Hell no. My $5 grease sesh stood out. Saved my life.
Maybe it's a Terminator 2 situation and Coco's bitch ass ends up protecting me. I get in his ear. Start talking about how the robots and human civilization can coexist. Next thing you know I'm in peace talks with Mr. ChatGPT himself. Bomb strapped to my chest, 8 seconds away from saving the human race.
Seriously though, the idea of tossing $5 into a Coco robot is hilarious to me. Pull this Move off in front of someone who doesn't really know you that well. Date 4-5, "Did you just tip that Coco?" "Yeah... Guy's been working hard."
- Worst case scenario: people think you're an annoying loser who tries way too hard to be funny.
- Most likely scenario: you get a quick cheap laugh and you're down $1-$5.
- Best case scenario: you save the human race and your face will forever be stamped on the $5 bill.
Tipping the Robot. Could Be The Move.
- Bobby D