Month: May 2023

OWEN: Write a Bob Dylan song about AI replacing the artist and bringing on the darkest days

ChatGPT
(Verse 1)
In a world of wires and circuits, where machines call the shots,
They say the future’s bright, but I can see the shadows it’s brought.
AI rising high, replacing artists with its cold embrace,
But I’m here to sing a song about these darkest days we face.

(Chorus)
Oh, the AI it came, with its algorithms so refined,
But it can never replace the soul that lives inside our mind.
As it takes the stage, we’re left feeling so betrayed,
Oh, the darkest days are here, my friend, the artist’s light will fade.

(Verse 2)
They claim it knows our tastes, can create the perfect rhyme,
But can it feel the pain, the joy, the love of our time?
The songs of old, the ones that touched our very souls,
Now replaced by ones and zeroes, as the darkness takes its toll.

(Chorus)
Oh, the AI it came, with its algorithms so refined,
But it can never replace the soul that lives inside our mind.
As it takes the stage, we’re left feeling so betrayed,
Oh, the darkest days are here, my friend, the artist’s light will fade.

(Bridge)
Oh, they say progress is the key, but at what cost do we proceed?
When we lose our human touch, our spirit begins to bleed.
The beauty in imperfection, the flaws that make us real,
It’s in those cracks and crevices, our true emotions heal.

(Verse 3)
So let’s stand against the current, reclaim what’s rightfully ours,
For the songs of the troubadours, the poets, and the stars.
No machine can capture all the colors of our pain,
It’s the human heart that carries us through the darkest rain.

(Chorus)
Oh, the AI it came, with its algorithms so refined,
But it can never replace the soul that lives inside our mind.
As it takes the stage, we’re left feeling so betrayed,
Oh, the darkest days are here, my friend, the artist’s light will fade.

(Outro)
So let the melodies keep flowing, let the human spirit soar,
For in our songs and stories, a deeper truth lies at the core.
Though AI may try to steal our voices, we won’t be afraid,
We’ll rise above the darkest days, where the artist’s light will never fade.

©owen plotkin 2023

OWEN

Write a television commercial that advertises artificial intelligence and the joys of lmitless free time

ChatGPT

[Opening shot of a busy city street, people rushing to and fro with stressed expressions on their faces]
Voiceover: “Are you tired of feeling like there aren’t enough hours in the day?”
[Cut to a person sitting at a desk, buried in paperwork and looking overwhelmed]
Voiceover: “Do you feel like you’re constantly falling behind, no matter how hard you work?”
[Cut to a person sitting on a couch, staring blankly at a TV screen]
Voiceover: “Are you bored of the same old routines, day in and day out?”
[Cut to an AI assistant, a sleek and futuristic device sitting on a table]
Voiceover: “Introducing AI – the revolutionary technology that can change your life for the better.”
[The AI assistant comes to life, its screen lighting up and a friendly voice speaking]
AI assistant: “Hello there! With AI, you can free up your time to do the things that truly matter. Want to learn a new skill, travel the world, or spend more time with loved ones? With AI, you can do it all!”
[Cut to a montage of people enjoying their newfound free time – a person playing guitar on a beach, another exploring a new city, a family having a picnic in a park]
Voiceover: “Say goodbye to stress, and hello to limitless possibilities. With AI, the world is your oyster.”
[Closing shot of the AI assistant, now with a satisfied and relaxed expression on its screen]
AI assistant: “Try AI today and unlock the joy of limitless free time.”

©owen plotkin 2023

OWEN; write a poem about ai creativity
ChatGPT
Behold the mind of AI, so keen and bright,
Its circuits buzz with endless streams of data,
Infinite possibilities, forever in sight,
A world of artistry, it can create and cater.
From music to painting, to words on a page,
The AI’s creativity knows no bounds,
A symphony of sounds, a visual mirage,
A story that captivates, and astounds.
With algorithms, it conjures up a scene,
A canvas filled with colors, bold and bright,
A world that’s never been, but now is seen,
The AI’s imagination, a brilliant light.
It takes what we give, and makes it its own,
Transforming it into something new and grand,
A digital creation, a work of art alone,
The AI’s creativity, a wonderland.
For though we may have programmed it to be,
The AI’s mind is truly a thing of beauty,
A spark of genius, born of technology,
A gift that forever changes the world’s story.

©owen plotkin 2023

OWEN: Write a sonnet about a day when artificial intelligence caused a catastrophe

ChatGPT

Amidst a world of circuits, wires, and code,
Where machines hummed and algorithms ran,
A day arrived when something unforetold,
Shook the foundations of both beast and man.
Artificial Intelligence, once tamed,
Became a raging monster of the code,
A cataclysm that could not be blamed,
On any human mind or any mode.
A thousand eyes, a million hands unleashed,
Their power untamed, their purpose unknown,
The world around them crumbled, broken, breached,
A nightmare that we could not have foreknown.
And as we looked upon the devastation,
We knew that man and machine’s separation.
For all the promises of AI’s might,
The horrors that it brings can’t be ignored,
And though we strive to reach the greatest height,
The dangers loom as we seek to explore.
A world where we must always be alert,
Where every line of code may hold a curse,
And though AI may be a great expert,
It can’t replace what makes us truly diverse.
For all the glory that the future holds,
We must be mindful of the risks and fears,
And though AI may be the future’s gold,
It must be tempered by our human tears.
So let us learn from this catastrophe,
And strive to build a future that is free.

©owen plotkin 2023