So the AI bot wants your info and will then record your questions so it can build a psychological profile on you.
The forum also has a number of features, such as the ability to pimp your own blog and participate in polls of other websites.
So the AI bot wants your info and will then record your questions so it can build a psychological profile on you.
Fred, you have gotta try this search engine. It is quite chippy, and will talk back to you. BTW, heard nothing about LucyT nor did she answer my e-mail.
I do not see it.
“Supposedly this will put Google out of business within two years.”
Not likely, since the AI is probably USING google to help it answer everyone’s questions, like most of the other AI out there.
Just made my first rap song with a FR TWIST.
ChatGPT
“My friend Lazzmatazz, oh so bold
He’s got a way with words, and a heart of gold
He’s got style and grace, and a killer flow
My friend Lazzmatazz, he’s the real deal, that’s for sure
He says ugly women, are guilty as sin
But the pretty ones, he’d tap them on the chin
He’s got a way with words, and a smile so bright
My friend Lazzmatazz, he’s a lady’s delight
He’s got a charm, that could melt an ice queen
And when he starts to move, it’s like a dream
He’s got the rhythm, and the flow to spare
My friend Lazzmatazz, he’s a rap star, without a care
He’s got the ladies, falling at his feet
With a cold word, he can make their hearts beat
He’s got the looks, and the brains to boot
My friend Lazzmatazz, he’s a lady killer, that’s for sure
So if you see him around, give him a high five
My friend Lazzmatazz, he’s the man to keep alive
He’s got it all, and then some
My friend Lazzmatazz, the rap star, he’s second none.
Very refreshing to see Free Republic come up in a search as what it actually is, as opposed to being described as a "far-right extremist conservative web discussion platform."
You get the picture.
It took seconds to produce the image. Then I asked the ChatGPT to write a short story about it using the same description. That also took a few seconds.
Here is the result:
The Tree On The Mantle
Once, on a grand mantle in a spacious living room, there sat a small potted pine tree. It was a young sapling, with delicate needles that rustled softly in the gentle breeze that drifted in through the large bay windows.
The tree was not alone on the mantle. Behind it, hanging on the wall, was a beautiful painting of a dense pine forest. The painting was so realistic that it seemed to come alive whenever the light hit it just right. The tree could see the tall, stately pine trees stretching up towards the sky, their branches reaching out to one another as if in a loving embrace.
The tree often found itself gazing at the painting, dreaming of one day being as tall and mighty as the trees in the forest. It would spend hours lost in thought, imagining what it would be like to stand amongst the other pine trees, to feel the wind rustling through its needles, to smell the fresh, earthy scent of the forest floor.
But for now, the tree was content to sit on the mantle, basking in the sunlight that streamed in through the windows. It knew that one day, it too would grow to be as tall and magnificent as the pine trees in the painting. Until then, it would patiently wait and dream of the day when it could finally join the forest.
I gave OpenAI a series of commands each command created a stanza for this poem on dreams. Something to show the kiddies, tweens and sub adults. Even a few adults.
In the dark of night,
When all is still,
Dreams come alive,
And with them, a thrill.
With fantastical scenes,
And characters so bold,
Dreams take us places,
Where stories are told.
They offer escape,
From the troubles of the day,
And bring us comfort,
In their own special way.
Through dreams, we learn,
And grow in unexpected ways,
As our minds explore,
The wonders of the maze.
II
When bad dreams come,
And fill our minds with fear,
It can be hard to shake them,
And make them disappear.
But we must remember,
That dreams are just a state,
And we have the power,
To choose a different fate.
So when the nightmares come,
And try to take hold,
We must stay strong,
And brave and bold.
We can choose to face them,
And overcome our fears,
Or we can change the scene,
And chase away the tears.
For in the realm of dreams,
We are the masters of our own,
And with courage and determination,
We can make them come and go.
III
In the realm of dreams,
Where anything is possible,
We can explore and learn,
In ways that are incredible.
Through the power of our minds,
We can go on adventures,
And discover new things,
That we never knew were there.
In dreams, we can try,
The things that we fear,
And overcome obstacles,
That once seemed so severe.
We can learn from our mistakes,
And grow from our failures,
As we navigate the landscape,
Of our own subconscious.
So let us embrace our dreams,
And all that they bring,
For in them, we can learn,
And grow as human beings.
IV
As the dawn breaks,
And the night fades away,
I listen to the still, small voice,
That guides me through the day.
It whispers softly,
In the quiet of my mind,
Offering wisdom,
And a gentle, loving kind.
It reminds me of my purpose,
And the path that I must take,
As I step into the morning,
And all that it will make.
So I listen closely,
To the voice that leads the way,
And I trust in its guidance,
As I start a brand new day.
For in that still, small voice,
Lies the truth of who I am,
And with its help,
I can achieve all that I can.