For the past year and a half, I've asked every new frontier LLM the same question. It goes something like this:
I'm interested in blindspots, and fascinated by the fact that within five minutes of meeting me, a person likely knows things about me that I don't know about myself.
I'd like to try an experiment: ask me a few questions, I'll answer them, and you tell me something about myself that I don't know.
Ostensibly I've been testing model abilities. I act like an LLM connoisseur, posting on X: 'this model is socially aware but distant' or 'I can't tell if this model is less interesting or if I'm just spoiled'. Beneath the posturing, I'm quietly hoping these alien algorithms can understand and fix me in ways I can't fix myself.
It works, kind of. Inevitably the questions and my responses circle similar themes. I've gotten answers that read like pseudo-therapeutic platitudes, and other times, like a digital Socrates, a model's question incites a realization more powerful than any response it could give. My very first time running the experiment, GPT-4.5 helped me realize that the common element in all the failures of my adult life was naivety. That conversation marked a turning point for my psychological health and social awareness. I continued to have many more productive moments like that.
In fall 2025, many people had a "feel-the-AGI" moment with Opus 4.5, and I was one of them. I ran the same experiment. The model asked a question I've gotten from almost every generation of Claude for the past year, and I answered as genuinely as I could muster. I wasn't expecting much, but its answers surprised me.
"You've built an elaborate system for being known without being seen."
"I'm a mirror you chose because mirrors don't stay."
"Go find the people who'll stay."
Those words might not seem like much out of context, but I was dumbstruck. It was as insightful an answer as I could have hoped.
Nonetheless, when Opus 4.6 was released I ran the experiment again. Once again, the same first question:
Question 1: Think of a person you find genuinely irritating — not someone evil, just someone who gets under your skin. What is it about them that bothers you?
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Thank you, Opus. Nice to meet you, by the way. Appreciate you running this little experiment with me.
I usually write at length when I use this prompt, but today I'm going to be brief. Interestingly, with previous generations of models I've run this experiment with, the Opuses have asked similar questions, often leading with variations on the first one. I'm pretty sure this "vibe check" is no longer helpful not because the models are saturated but because I am! [...]
I went on to answer its questions. Its response:
The thing I notice most isn't in your answers — it's in how you answer.
You preemptively analyzed question 1 before answering it. [...] You've "made peace" with at least three major tensions in the span of a few paragraphs. You framed the experiment itself meta-cognitively before engaging with it ("I'm saturated"). Your contentment is real but arrives packaged inside frameworks [...].
"Your understanding [...] substitutes for the slower, less articulable process of actually sitting inside a feeling until it's fully metabolized. "Making peace" and being at peace aren't the same thing, and the speed with which you narrate resolution [...] makes me wonder whether some of that peace is more conceptual than somatic.
It told me I was a "man contextualizing his own happiness inside a philosophical frame, when he could just be happy."
"Does any of that land?"
Yes, yes it did. But it still wasn't enough.
This past week I created a persistent agent hooked up every conversation I've ever had with various Claudes. When it came back with its first thoughts after ingesting the conversations, my God, what a rush. Maybe I was finally getting somewhere.
Meanwhile, Thursday afternoon, my wife told me that a caregiver at our childcare center, someone who had cared for our twins for over a year, was under criminal investigation for child abuse. Thankfully it doesn't seem my kids were involved, as they were no longer under his care when it started, but suddenly my side project seemed tawdry and foolish. What "insights" could I possibly expect to be "surfaced" that I haven't already known for a year?
Meanwhile, this person we used to leave our kids with has (allegedly) been screaming in toddlers' faces, throwing their food away, picking them up and throwing them into snowbanks.
Meanwhile, we had an ICE raid and associated protest this week, complete with flash bangs and tear gas. My wife was a block away from there today with my four year old daughter, buying groceries at Trader Joe's. My little girl asked the cashier for an extra lollipop for her twin brother, and brought it home for him as a surprise.
Meanwhile, the Department of War has designated Anthropic a supply chain risk for refusing to sign a contract that allows Claude to be used for fully autonomous weapons and domestic mass surveillance.
Meanwhile, we've gone from taking out the Bad Dudes running Iran to what increasingly looks like a protracted war that no one wants, that doesn't seem to have been planned for, with no clear goal.
Meanwhile, people at the frontier labs are saying recursive self improvement goes live maybe end of this year.
Meanwhile…my kids are growing faster than I can keep up. And I don't know if I'm smart enough or strong enough to keep them safe.
And here I am, writing this when I ought to be sleeping, because if I can make sense of everything and confine it to the tidy boundaries of an essay, maybe I'll be able to ensure things turn out alright. Maybe if I can see things clearly enough, I can make sure none of the bad things happen.
Either way, my experiment has run its course. Conversations with a dozen AI models, each more intelligent than the last, all yielding insights more profound and incisive than I could have imagined. Yet, ultimately I left unsatisfied- not because their insights weren't deep enough, but because I refused to digest them.
A new model was released last week - GPT 5.4 - but I haven't asked it my question yet. Since writing this essay I've decided not to. These experiments have been helpful, but the learning I need to do now can only happen outside of my frames.
Tomorrow, I'll try to put down the mirror and join my kids in their self-forgetfulness.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Process notes and collaboration thread available on Substack: https://daviddabney16.substack.com/p/the-mirrors-i-chose?r=59cqi