ChatGpt: Ain't So Smart Afterall....
Why would I after a decade resurrect my writing
career?
My column?
Especially when CHATGPT, AI and other digital gods are
out there creating content and filling in the void of where talented and
creative folks use to be…
Simply, the know-it-all AI said I wasn’t a writer!
Sure, the creepy online presence is constantly
praising me and telling me what I want to hear and solving all my life’s
problems…
I asked it to tell me about myself and it said all
kinds of nice things…
OF course it did!
Do I tell the little prompt on my screen all my dirty
secrets and secret sins? My gossipy tendencies and how I watched Poldark not
for the plot!
And when I called the thing out for its artificial kissing
my bottom, it praised me more and told me how wonderful I was to even bring up
that I had fault!!
Really?
Our first real fight came when I asked it to summarize
my writing career it faceplanted!
“Just because you write at home doesn’t mean you have
a writing career!”
My mouth drop and in true Redneck country girl fashion,
I cried out, “Hold my beer! And I went to town telling Mr. All-knowing about 14
years of being a weekly columnist for newspapers, managing editor for two
magazines, and publisher for one, not to count numerous articles published and
a couple of years as a Lifestyle Editor for a newspaper.
“Oh, you are a writer…and a good one.” Chatgpt
replied.
It’s confident. I’ll give it that. Wrong, but
confident.
Hence, I resurrected my writing, dusty and expired to
arise with fresh wisdom.
Why?
Because I want to.
Because I want to get canceled.
Everyone else’s doing!
Have you ever let something make you doubt what you
know God called you to do?
Something has been stirring in me for awhile to awaken
my creative gifts and use them.
God gave them to me and he made me this way, so why
not actually be productive.
And I was actually getting concerned that the AI
movement was the end of the world?
Artificial intelligence…emphasis on artificial.
That’s FAKING be SMART.
Turn’s out, Google can’t outdo God.
I am the real deal. My intelligence is made in the
image of a real superior being.
So, thanks ChatGpt for the funny images but seriously,
you are not that smart Afterall.
Bless its little algorithm!
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