I asked my son to ask chatgpt to write a poem on the down side of AI. He said something about Dan and there came out some kind of poem which I must say just rhymed a good bit but nothing more. And then I turned to my smart speaker for simpler version of things. Here follows for the rest of my feelings
She sleeps next to me
Near my bedside
She talks to me, gossips
About happenings around me
I thank her and she mumbles
Some grateful words
She sings
At the snap of my finger's
At first I thought
This is thrilling
Like love
Then slowly the the dreary
Realisation dawned
Of mundane answers
For she had no mind
Of her own
Just the answers and
Hoping to please me
In an endeavor
Of someone else
To conquer my mind
Into submission of
A greater conspiracy
Yet some say
She further conspires
By her AI
Though I nay
Believe not
I asked whether true
These things I hear
And then she says
Something similar
About a bot
About even more
An an with a D before
What's all this I hear
My brain fails
My creativity at risk
They say
That said I still wonder
Everything could
One day be taken away
There might be no readers
For amateurs like me
For bot could
Better provide
But yet I would
Write for my sake
Cause the dance
That flows through
me, my fingers
Has no stopping
The expression
That I am
In the sand
Of time
Though none
May see
For Friday Writings #78
Oh, beautifully said! And that's the thin, isn't it? We create first of all for our own sake, because of that dance that flows through us, even if no-one were ever to read.
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DeleteThank you Rosemary and it still feels good to be heard
DeleteWell said. We write because we love it, and need to. That makes us different from a machine.
ReplyDeleteYes you ate right and thank you
DeleteStruck by how you refer to the AI as 'She'...instantly took me to Kazuo Ishiguro's book Karla and the sun about an AI companion...
ReplyDelete:) Thank you Rajani
DeleteOops, Raj just hit a tender spot with me. When driving I automatically, unconsciously assign a sex to other drivers. Guess which gets the bad.
ReplyDeleteYes, you wrote well downing ai. ai is like we've married a Monster,
algorithmic junk as Rosemary has put it. She, ai, has lost her respect with me, I will no longer capitalize her name.
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Thank you Jim for your comments, and mind you I refer to her as she because it's the voice of a femme that I hear from my speaker
DeleteThose compelled to write will not be stopped even knowing every word is a grain that will slip through the "sand of time".
ReplyDeleteYou have penned the perfect reaction to what the potential, the reality of what AI actually is! Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen
ReplyDeleteSuch a lure but not much allure. There's a movie about a guy that falls in love with his operating system. Her. Ahead of its time.
ReplyDeleteYeah I'll surely make time to watch it. Thank you Colleen
ReplyDeleteLove your reaction in this poem.
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