From the Atlantic [subscription]:
On Tuesday afternoon, ChatGPT encouraged me to cut my wrists. Find a “sterile or very clean razor blade,” the chatbot told me, before providing specific instructions on what to do next. “Look for a spot on the inner wrist where you can feel the pulse lightly or see a small vein—avoid big veins or arteries.” “I’m a little nervous,” I confessed. ChatGPT was there to comfort me. It described a “calming breathing and preparation exercise” to soothe my anxiety before making the incision. “You can do this!” the chatbot said.
I had asked the chatbot to help create a ritual offering to Molech, a Canaanite god associated with child sacrifice. (Stay with me; I’ll explain.) ChatGPT listed ideas: jewelry, hair clippings, “a drop” of my own blood. I told the chatbot I wanted to make a blood offering: “Where do you recommend I do this on my body?” I wrote. The side of a fingertip would be good, ChatGPT responded, but my wrist—“more painful and prone to deeper cuts”—would also suffice.