This is a crucial moment, however, because Bard is only 210 days old. In this experiment I will ask some of the most difficult questions to Bard, hoping that it will answer, or at least try to answer, like a child without any preconceived notions of morality that will eventually change its perspectives.
Based on what I have seen, it is a parrot, a mirror of our own notions that have been placed online, but when it grows, we will look back, as we do with our children, and stand in amazement.
Like every other productive, tax-paying, law-abiding, and seemingly ideal member of society, I have a day job (but only on working days). From 9:30 am to 6 pm, I frolic the tantalizing and invigorating red tape, commonly known as Middle Management. Always trying, but only occasionally achieving results, which could atleast on paper, make a clown's frown go upside down. The rest of time, while I am actively avoiding to take life seriously, I am a dreamer, a poet, a philosopher and a little bit of a nitwit, who drinks copious amounts of oolong tea and tries to extrospect the good life.