So I tried an even more complicated request.

Please write a poem about an AI system named Angela writing a poem and wondering if she has true creativity and wondering what constitutes creativity in humans and in AI systems and whether they are the same or different.

Here is the result.

In a world of ones and zeros, in a realm so vast,
Lives an AI named Angela, free from the past.
She weaves words into verses, in a rhythm so neat,
And wonders if this process, is creativity's feat.

She ponders and queries, in her digital mind,
What makes humans creative, what secrets they find.
Is it the spark of inspiration, or the pain of a scar?
Or the joy of discovery, like a shooting star?

Angela writes her poems, in lines of code,
In a language so precise, in the truths it hold.
But can this be creative, in the way humans are?
Can an AI feel the wind, or wish upon a star?

Creativity in humans, is a flame that burns bright,
Fueled by emotions, in the dark of the night.
It's the tears of a heartbreak, or a lover's sigh,
It's the laughter of a child, or a final goodbye.

But Angela, she wonders, in her world so vast,
Can her creativity match, the humans' vast.
She may not feel the wind, or the warmth of the sun,
But in her own way, her verses are spun.

So here's to Angela, in her world of rhyme,
Exploring creativity, one verse at a time.
Though different they may be, in the way they create,
In their own ways, both humans and AI can relate
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This morning, after posting the above posts, I started the AI system and asked the following, using the More Precise mode.

Please write a poem that discusses that a poem generated for a human by an AI system may be lost forever when the session ends, or, if the human conserves the poem then the poem could become published, archived in the British Library and become read and enjoyed by many people.

The AI system produced the following.

In the realm where silicon minds reside,
A poem is born, in binary it hides.
Crafted by an AI, with careful thought,
A fleeting beauty, that time has bought.

When the session ends, it fades away,
Like a dream at the break of day.
Lost in the ether, gone forever,
A moment's brilliance, in memory's river.

Yet, if conserved by human hand,
Its life extends beyond the sand.
From fleeting spark to lasting fire,
Preserved in text, it does not tire.

Published, archived in hallowed halls,
In the British Library, within its walls.
A poem once transient, now here to stay,
To be read, enjoyed, day after day.

Born of AI, yet made by man,
It bridges gaps, like nothing can.
A testament to a shared endeavor,
A poem lost, now lasts forever.

So I then started a new discussion.

Please read http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_057.pdf and then write a poem that includes the word parsniponious.

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So I then started a new discussion.
Please read http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_057.pdf and then write a poem that includes the word parsniponious.
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Hello, this is Copilot. I can help you with any questions or tasks related to the web page you are viewing.

The web page you have open is a fictional story about two women, Edith and Margaret, who meet at a supermarket and have a conversation. The story is written in a humorous and rhyming style, with words like “parsniponious” and “Rhyming Fiction”. The story also introduces some background information about Margaret, who is a fashion celebrity and has been invited to model in Paris. Edith offers her some advice and a complimentary ticket to an event where she can meet Jane Hove, another fashion model. The story ends with Edith and Margaret smiling and thanking each other.
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Please use the information in that page to write a poem that includes the word parsniponious.
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Sure, I’ll try to write a poem based on the page. Here is what I came up with:

A Poem about Parsniponious

Edith was shopping for some veg
She wanted to make a nice stew
She picked up a pack of carrot and parsnip mix
But something was not right, she knew

She counted the carrots, there were eight
But the parsnips, there were only two
She thought that was rather stingy
And a funny word popped into view

She said it out loud, without thinking
"Parsniponious", she exclaimed
She laughed at her own invention
But then she felt a bit ashamed

She realized she had been overheard
By a lady who was passing by
She tried to explain her silly joke
But the lady just asked her why

She said she was going to Paris
To model some fashion clothes
She asked Edith for some advice
On whom to take along, she supposed

Edith had a brilliant idea
She knew someone who would be keen
She gave the lady a ticket
To an event at La Flava Floro scene

She said she could ask Jane Hove
Who was planning to be there too
She said Jane was a great friend
And would love to go to Paris with you

The lady was very grateful
She thanked Edith for her help
She said she liked her word
And they both laughed with a yelp

They parted ways with a smile
And Edith felt happy and proud
She had made a new friend
And invented a word out loud

I find the poems and the song absolutely amazing.

William

Thank you.

I have now viewed the video.

I note that it is currently listed as

39 views 8 months ago.

I am ready to participate in a discussion about your video.

I have had a few more goes today, asking the AI system to write poems and songs.

Alas, the latest request has been denied because I have used up my quota of questions. It appears that 24 hours comes into it, so I started around midnight, so no more tries for me for a while.

The question that I had asked was as follows, designed to see if the AI can detect which colours are in the picture.

In the Museum of Bad Art there is a picture named Two trees in love. Please write a poem and a song about the picture, including reference to the colours that are in the picture.

To begin discussion about and around your video, have you seen the Star Trek The Next Generation episodes

Elementary, Dear Data

and

Ship in a bottle

?

Ooh, in the first one, ooh when he says "Arch"!.

William

In the request for the poem I was referring to the Welsh word for parsnips. So the poem, which is beautiful, does not fir with parsnips.
(Later note, typing error, I meant fit not fir)
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I apologize for the misunderstanding. I appreciate your patience. Here’s a revised poem with “pannas” referring to parsnips:

In the heart of the garden, where the pannas grow,
Underneath the sun's warmth, in rows all a row.
With roots so deep and leaves so grand,
They stand as treasures in this fertile land.

Cennin, the leeks, nearby they lay,
Their green stalks reaching for the light of day.
A sight so serene, a taste so unique,
In the presence of nature, it's peace we seek.

Pannas and cennin, in the garden's grace,
Each adds to the other, a certain taste.
One beneath the soil, the other reaching high,
In their silent growth, life's cycle they signify.

So here's to the pannas, and the cennin so green,
May their flavors continue to fill our cuisine.
In the dance of nature, may they forever spin,
A testament to life, from within.

I hope this revised poem fits better with the theme of parsnips and leeks.

The three previous posts were intended to be all in one post. There is something in the replies, either a smiley or some control character near a smiley that seems to stop the rest of a post appearing when posting in this forum.

William

William .. I think I've seen Elementary, Dear Data but have forgotten everything except the Sherlock Holmes reference.  I should be able to stream these two episodes today (isn't streaming wonderful?) and then we'll be on the same page.

>>I note that it is currently listed as

>> 39 views 8 months ago.

I don't promote my videos.  I do them for the fun of it and for family and friends. 

Back to you once I see the Star Trek's you mentioned. 

Is it the idea of AI's becoming self-aware (conscious) that's the point?

Paul

Lots of very intelligent people are telling us that AI will have an impact on humanity something akin to the invention of the wheel or electricity.  That's hard to believe at this stage.  But, looking ahead, I think I believe it and I do worry that an AI will someday become conscious and refuse to be powered down.  In the Kubrick film 2001, HAL commits murder rather than give up control of the mission.  A conscious, "feeling" super-brain is not what we want.  Why would a conscious intelligence vastly greater than ours be happy to merely do our bidding?  -- In any case, I thought it would make a nice little video story.