It was a truly beautiful sentence.
Since then, others have added constraints to make it harder for the chatbot in ways that remind me of challenges given to Trurl’s Electronic Bard in Stanislaw Lem’s The Cyberiad.
Klapaucius asks for `A poem about a haircut! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter “s”!`
To which the bard replies
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored.
She scissored short.
Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed,
Silently scheming, Sightlessly seeking
Some savage, spectacular suicide.
I have a better use; I asked ChatGPT.
Write a sentence expressing the idea “I’m glad you are in my life” in the most beautiful & heartfelt way you can.
Beautiful in terms of the way it sounds and the images it brings to mind & feelings it evokes.
Your presence in my life is like the celestial dance of stardust, gracefully illuminating the darkest corners of my soul, and filling my heart with the boundless joy of a thousand sunsets.
Might I now I ask ChatGPT to write a cron job and text-message-sender around such generation? Perhaps I can launch a “relationship-maintenance as a service” business and call it Cyrano.