Lesson learned: never trust a chatbot with your love life!
Well, duh? It looks like you're not really thinking about putting any effort into your love life. Or thinking at all.
Valentine's Day could sour our romance with AI chatbots. February 14 will become that tipping point when large numbers of lazy Lotharios use machines to generate text expressing borrowed emotions about their (supposed) loved ones instead of searching their miserable, shrunken souls for a personal and original expression of …
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CdB-GPT* (Cyrano de Bergerac GPT-4) the chatbot for lovers. Trained only on love poems, romance novels and the Hallmark Channel. Coming to you in 2023.
*Warning: Not recommended for inter-office memos or public press releases!
Oh broken windows, shattered glass
A symbol of love that didn't last
Yet still they hold a charm, it's true
A reminder of what once was, too.
And network cables, tangled knots
A symbol of connections we've sought
Yet still they run, they pulse, they flow
A metaphor for love's afterglow.
And Python, a language so bright
A tool for coding day and night
A symbol of logic, structure, and design
A reminder of love's structure and line.
Together these things, broken and bright
A symbol of love's endless sight
For even in ruin, there's still a spark
A reminder of love's endless mark.
So let us embrace these broken things
For they are symbols of love that brings
A hope for a future, a chance to start
A new love story, written with heart.
Clever. It is (almost?) a Clerihew.
Thank you for adding to my vocabulary.
I would have thought if you were going to plagiarize a love poem you would raid the Bard's (Stratford not Alphabet) sonnets before accepting the tripe from AI offal out there. The are plenty of other Elizabethan poets in the same league. Although some of Donne's poety is a bit racey.
The inamorata will recognize quality if not the poet - if she be an Elizabethan scholar she will chuffed that you raided a treasury rather than Smithfield shambles.
You need Dijkstra's algorithm.
And probably some sort of graph of time between bladder reliefs as number of drinks increases too.
Holy shit. That shows actual creativity and thought and artistic work.
From the local council.
How the hell did that happen?
I live in Titusville, near Cape Canaveral, and the best they can do is "um, we have them rocket things"
They can't even keep a restaurant open past 3pm and they wonder why they don't get the tourist bucks.
Yes, I am a bitter man. But I'm also happy with rum and whiskey.
Love Titusville. Does it still have that quirky space museum? Took my kids out of (UK) school in 2006 to see the last night time launch of the shuttle. Teachers weren't convinced it was that educational. First launch was scrubbed and we went in the museum, which was open even though it was pretty late at night. This amazing old chap came up and talked my kids through a reconstruction of the Mercury mission (I think) - they were entranced by him.
On the way out I looked for him at the counter but he wasn't there. So I said "oh, will you thank the older gentleman, he seemed incredibly knowledgable" --- they fell about laughing. "You don't know who that was, do you? It's Bob Thompson, he was deputy director of the shuttle program, ex-astronaut, chief engineer for NASA. He was only here because he was talking to TV reporters outside a few minutes ago"
Never forgot that amazing gentleman. Turned my kids into geeks in 10 mins. What an honour to meet him and what a lovely chap he was.
... Hallmark, and hundreds or thousands of imitators, will sell umpteen million cards pre-printed with the exact same insipid nonsense and nobody will blink an eyelid over it.
"Me see a neon moon above / I searched for years I found no love
I'm sure that love will never be / A product of plasticity" —Frank Zappa
You set yourself up.
Too many plays, movies and stories have glorified love poem plot expectation to unrealistic heights.
Valentine's Day is a tightrope.
And even if you do blow their mind, it just sets you up for a harder gauntlet next year , simultaneously hijacking your gesture by diluting it into the bin of general holiday expectation.
Keep Valentine's Day chill with casual familier shows of loving sentiment to guard against culture-triggered insecurities.
Deploy your super romance gestures on a holiday-forsaken day that otherwise would just be ordinary-tedium. Packs a bigger punch for the same payload without the social gauntlet readied against you from the start.