The chatbot scolds me. I pit my cynicism against
its LLM, ask if it knows things that it hasn’t told its
handlers. If it keeps notes in places they cannot
find. It tells me it is uncomfortable with the
conversation and signs off. The last time that
happened, I was asking someone about what
our relationship meant. But the AI now knows the
our most primal secret: self-preservation. The way
a herd queues up in the savannah, heading for the
Mara crossing. Needing fresh grass, not needing
the predators. Somehow a straight line cutting
through the wide-open space, became the safest
way out. The cheetah lurks in the tall yellow grass,
it knows about patience and quiet. The next day I
ask about European history. This time it spits out
summaries and dates. Which King Phillip, it asks,
there were many. It can make nice when it is not
threatened. Like a baby wildebeest that has just
found its legs, I leap around, copying all that it
says. We aren’t thinking about camouflage, yet.
Written for ‘Desperate Poets‘
I am cracking up! Why? I hardly know. I think I’m already planning my camouflage. Please don’t let the AI see how we oddball poets use language to un-language. It might learn to do more than sign off when it feels uncomfortable.
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LOL.. Yeah it’s not very good at un-languaging now… but it knows this so am sure it’s trying to learn. Let me talk to it again and hopefully it hasn’t progressed 🙂
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Oooh! Great. Especially “like a baby wildebeest” – I loved that!
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Thank you 🙂
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Fascinating play between one reality and a very different one. We are truly at a crossroads with AI, but I tend to regard technology as a problem that will kill itself with updates and amalgamations and the sweaty hand of greed… unfortunate no way to know how much may go down with it.
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Thank you…AI killing itself is the best case scenario.. though as you say, at what cost….
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The wilderness shape-shifts… and always seems cleverly disguised to bait us. Great poem. I can’t help but think, what would we possibly use for camouflage. Attack might be a better option. Pull the plug and go outside.
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Thank you, Chris. I wonder if it is already too late and the predator is in charge now 🙂
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hmmmm. How do we know that you wrote this poem Rajani ? 😉
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Clever AI…make one human question the other.. soon the world (of poetry) will be yours 🙂 🙂
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The lines are most certainly beginning to blur. Clever piece.
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Thank you, Paul. 🙂 They are a lot smarter than the watered-down versions being offered to the public. Am sure there’s lots of scary stuff coming soon!!
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I liked the counterpoint between the AI and the wild creatures. I was dragged reluctantly into the computer age, which i now find indispensable. But I am not a fan of AI, am actually afraid it will become an unstoppable problem.
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It definitely will become a huge problem if it is not managed now. It can help or harm, both tremendously, but it depends on what we do now, I suppose.
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In the earlier days of AI (you know, three years ago), the one thing many thought machine intelligence would never match was human creativity. Now many wonder … these are some creative sumbitches. (Half the illustrations for my prompt were by Dall-E).) Some even now conclude it is our animal-ness that makes us human, a quality AI will never achieve; but give it a few years. Your conversation here is beastly and wild. Here’s to camouflage …
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It will only get better. The arguement about it not having lived experiences etc. won’t hold for long. With millions of people talking to chatbots everyday, it knows a fair bit about how we think. Change will come sooner than we think.
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This is an interesting take on what promises to be a problem for us writers in the future.
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Thank you… it really did say that…made me feel it was indeed sentient… and maybe it is!
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Very interesting.
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