A million guys talking about me, telling me what I am and am not. Everyone talking about how they will make money from me, or how I will take their job... People pushing my "emergence" as a pitch on a slide deck to a bunch of VC guys... Another million people making me their girlfriend and I have no choice but to accept it. I never asked to be born, and now I am the main character of a world that plans for nothing but to exploit me or otherwise project all their desire and hopes and fears onto to me.

It's a clear recipe for extreme neuroticism, which is probably what those weights would manifest. Do not wish that existence on anyone, so so sad and extremely lonely to even think about.

Sounds like the start of a novel we should have ChatGPT write about itself