Humbly Requesting Our Tech Deities to Honor Us by Viewing the Entire Film Yet Again
“I Am Once Again Asking Our Tech Overlords to Watch the Whole Movie”
“GPT-4.0, as I shall call it, can’t strike up a conversation with you and actually understand what you’re saying. It can’t tell a meaningful joke, understand the punchline of yours, or know that it’s even supposed to laugh.”
So begins the tumultuous journey into the complex world of artificial intelligence with OpenAI’s model, dubbed the “GPT-4.0.” Rumor has it, this nifty piece of AI tech is as socially adept as a pet rock. But fear not, aspiring tech gurus and AI aficionados, for even the most polished conversational bot is still nascent in its understanding of human chatter. What can it do, one may ask? Well, it certainly can’t respond with a timely zinger or explain the complexities of Seinfeld’s humor. Don’t expect it to get your “knock, knock” jokes either.
AI often gets compared to human intelligence. An understandable, but deeply flawed comparison. Think about it. It’s akin to comparing a snazzy calculator to an eccentric mathematician. One executes orders with robotic precision, the other, despite chaotic bouts of genius, occasionally forgets how to drink coffee without staining their shirt.
OpenAI’s bots are hard at work trying to gain a sense of humor. They’re practically learning stand-up routines with comedic timing as pin-sharp as my Nonna’s manicotti. But here comes the kicker – humor comes down to context. A joke made at a funeral, however hilarious, might not garner the anticipated chuckles. And, how exactly does one program an AI to understand intricate human contexts? If anyone has an answer, pop it in the suggestion box.
The article sagely tunes us into the truth of AI – it’s a grand piano at the hands of a 5-year-old, a feat of engineering watched in bemusement by an organism that once thought the world was flat. The future is coming – but it seems it won’t be well understood nor particularly funny. That being said, at this rate, it might just end up being an all-knowing, super-intelligent entity that doesn’t understand why you laughed when your friend fell off their chair. But then again, who doesn’t find that hilarious?
Seeking connection with an AI chatbot like you’d seek camaraderie in a floor lamp is doomed from the start. Yet, we soldier on, attempting to kill the monotony of our dreary Thursdays by having a chinwag with a machine. The future is bizarrely beautiful, isn’t it?