Here's a weird childhood story of which I'm reminded by the vibe I get from some folks who engage in LLM copypasta:
In elementary school, I was a hyperactive kid. A solution they came up with was to plonk me down in front of an Atari 800 with a stack of BASIC programming books. It worked - I stayed put and tore through all the books and learned how to program.
Turns out this was a pilot program that later led to an entire room of Atari 800s. And, one day, my whole class got to sit down at those computers.
But, we didn't get to program. In fact, I got yelled at when I tried to drop into BASIC - I was going to break the thing, apparently. I couldn't convince the adults that, you know, I actually did know what I was doing.
Instead, we just played games. Other kids were like, "nya nya you're not special, now we all get to computer, look I'm better at frogger than you"
And I was like, but that's not what I was doing the whole time...
Also I know that's not the exact situation, but it rhymes enough to trigger old feelings that I have to mitigate.