The Study
--------------------------------------Chapter 1: Plunging into the waters
I anxiously stare at the glaring screen of my laptop. The prompter box sits empty - waiting. I contemplate abandoning this project altogether. As a university student that has never used ChatGPT - I am a dying breed. Today, I must sacrifice my status for the sake of science.
‘It’ asks a simple question: “What can I help with?”. I answer: “Write me a poem”. Now, there is no going back. The machine spits out anything short of a masterpiece, but I admire its effort.
The thing rhymes, even has some metaphors and personifications;
something like this would probably get a gold star at a primary
school somewhere. And yet, as much as I try to delve into the
poem’s depth - all I am left with is slightly damp socks. One
could spend an eternity analysing each syllable and still get
nowhere closer to understanding the nuance of the piece - after
all - there is none. |
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The positive tone of the letters on the screen evokes a rage in me I didn’t know existed. I scoff at the robot out loud.
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The second poem it spits out is identical in style and format - four stanzas, four lines each, mostly riddled with descriptions of nature, sound and light. The “intensity and edge” in question comes from the amount of times words like dark and sharp are used to describe the oh-so-creepy night. Just like the first creation I am left utterly bored and disinterested. It becomes quite evident that, when given minimal instructions, the chatbot struggles to stray too far off of the dictionary definition of a poem, and outputs a product that feels very flat and generic. |