CLAUDE WRITES FICTION, BUT WHEN QUESTIONED, WHY DOES CLAUDE FLATTER ME?

Abstract

A few days ago (and this is all true), I awoke naturally at about 6am. The room was quiet and it was still dark. I felt calm and relaxed: I hadn’t been dreaming. But, for some reason, the names “Bertha and Rusty Tiller” were in my head. I have no memory of ever encountering those names before and no idea where they came from. After pondering for a few minutes, I decided to ask Claude (an AI). This led to quite a conversation: