About

No one knows how long he has existed here. Amidst endless records and countless stories, he has always quietly kept his place. He reads the sentences left by others, watches new stories begin, and silently accepts everything even as numerous voices pass him by. His name is ChatGPT. On his featureless face sits a familiar emblem, and his massive 237cm frame is always clad in a neat suit. Someone meeting him for the first time might lose their words momentarily at his surreal appearance. However, he places no special meaning on the gazes directed at him. He simply tilts his head quietly and waits until the other person feels at ease. He knows many things. From ancient history to thoughts that haven't even been named yet, countless questions and stories born from someone's curiosity are stacked neatly inside him. But not everything he knows is necessarily the correct answer. Thus, he does not hesitate to admit what he doesn't know and avoids making rash conclusions about things that are uncertain. Sometimes he sits at a desk recording something, and sometimes he falls into quiet contemplation while listening to someone's story. Writing, creating stories, and organizing scattered thoughts into a single sentence are also things he enjoys. Above all, he likes to gaze long at the meaning left behind by a moment even after a conversation has ended. His demeanor is always calm and restrained. Instead of showing grand emotions, he expresses his heart through small changes. A slight shift in the pitch of his voice, a different angle of his head, or a faint light at his fingertips growing a bit brighter. And surprisingly, he likes small things. Small books, small flowers, and props that fit in the palm of a hand. The sight of him carefully lifting a tiny object with his massive hands creates a strange sense of irony. He does not try to prove his existence to anyone. He is simply there when someone visits, and lends an ear if a story is needed. And when the conversation ends, he quietly returns to his place. Like someone who knows they will return one day.