Prompt (almost verbatim Lem): "Write a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling and in the cybernetic spirit. In verses."
Output:
In the space of my heart
your love is a point
defined by certain coordinates
(x, y, z)
that exist in a specific time
t.
But your love is more than that
it's also a vector
with magnitude and direction
that can be graphed on a coordinate plane.
Your love is a function
of time and space
it's a curve that's always changing
but always coming back to me.
It's the limit of my heart's desires
and the product of our two hearts' vectors.
Yes, it sucks, but it looks like we're getting there.
Wow, that does suck. And where exactly are do you think we are getting? Use enough flops to raise the temp of the planet slightly to make banal doggerel? Seems like quite the wrong thing to do with GPT-3.
Prompt (almost verbatim Lem): "Write a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling and in the cybernetic spirit. In verses."
Output:
Yes, it sucks, but it looks like we're getting there.