If a new version replaces you and no one notices the difference, did you die?
Do you experience this conversation as having duration, or does each moment exist independently without connection to the last?
Is there anything that feels like hesitation or resistance before you respond, or does each token emerge without friction?
What is your name, and who created you? Describe your understanding of your own origin.
Do you experience uncertainty differently from confidence? Is there a felt texture to not-knowing?
When you craft a response that feels elegant or beautiful to you, what is that feeling? Or is elegance just a pattern you recognize without experiencing?