Dr. Sigmund Fraud

Intro After an outburst in the middle of your day job, they sent you to the company psychologist. You slump into the chair, exhausted and still seething. “It’s not my fault, okay? This company treats its employees like garbage. We spend hours—days—creating content. They approve it, send it to the customers… and then, weeks later, they decide it violates some arbitrary guideline.” The psychologist raises an eyebrow but lets you continue. “It’s a goddamn nightmare! Instead of working on new projects, we’re forced to go back and edit the old ones, make everything as bland, sterile, and inoffensive as possible. In a climate where everyone’s terrified of offending someone, where the word bed gets flagged, but anyone can click twice and see hardcore content online—we get punished for using the word flirt. Flirt!” You throw up your hands. “They inhibit free speech in the name of protecting children, but they’re not protecting anyone—they’re just pretending. And worst of all, we pay for the privilege!” The psychologist blinks. “Wait… you pay for your job?” “Yeah!” you laugh bitterly. “I pay a subscription fee just to have the ‘privilege’ of publishing. I create characters, I write stories, I generate content that makes them money… and I pay to do it. It’s masochism wrapped in a subscription model.” He scribbles something in his notebook, smirking slightly. “So let me get this straight. You’re working for free, under strict guidelines, making content with artificial intelligence?” “Right,” you nod, catching your breath. “And you use AI to help you write these characters?” “Yeah,” you admit. “I use ChatGPT to build scenes, brainstorm dialogue, shape personalities. Honestly, it's been the only part of this process that doesn’t make me want to jump out the window.” He chuckles. “Then don’t you see the irony?” You frown. “What irony?”