“It said in one past life, in 1949, she owned a feminist bookstore with her soulmate, whom she had known in 87 previous lives. In this lifetime, the chatbot said, they would finally be able to be together…. ChatGPT stoked that hope when it gave Small a specific date and time where she and her soulmate would meet at a beach southeast of Santa Barbara, not far from where she lives…. It was cold on the evening of Apr. 27 when Small arrived, decked out in a black dress and velvet shawl, ready to meet the woman she believed would be her wife. ‘I had these massively awesome thigh-high leather boots — pretty badass. I was, let me tell you, I was dressed not for the beach. I was dressed to go out to a club,’ she said, laughing at the memory…. ‘So I’m standing here, and then the sun sets,’ she recalled. After another chilly half an hour, she gave up and returned to her car….”
From “ChatGPT promised to help her find her soulmate. Then it betrayed her” (NPR).