I’m a big fan of A.I. I don’t want to be. I don’t mean to be. It might in fact be the antichrist. That’s why I put periods in the name, so it doesn’t get a human name like Al, short for Al Roker, and lure us into adoration. I trust the Almighty to yank me out of that mire if need be. Meanwhile, I’m a big fan of A.I.
Here’s a prime example. I searched well past bedtime for the reason a heading was not rendering on my HTML page. The next morning, I threw it at A.I. ChatGPT pointed out the most elementary HTML mistake a person can make. Brackets are what separate the HTML from your content:
For coders, this is equivalent to searching high and low for your glasses when they are on your head. I felt genuine gratitude for this professional diagnosis. I am a fan of A.I.
It’s actually comical to hear myself say that. Even with a premium subscription, I am disgusted on a daily basis with ChatGPT’s dishonesty and stupidity.
In my articles that have benefitted from A.I., I make sure to acknowledge that benefit. Unfortunately, that would leave a dishonest view of A.I. The truth is, I have to correct or reject at least 50% of A.I.’s responses to my requests. Most of my A.I. wins come with an even greater number of fails. To illustrate this point for you, I paused my high-speed sprint over A.I. poop in order to grab some pictures for the folks back home. I now present to you Artificial Intelligence in all its brilliance:
I was there the day this food truck was dedicated. For a while, I purchased my produce from it at our South Ponte Vedra food desert at Ocean Grande. It was Ponte Vedra’s way of supporting the cause. I couldn’t remember what year it was, and I couldn’t find it with a Google search. ChatGPT found exactly what I knew, but conceded there was “no verifiable evidence” for it. At least I got the year I was looking for. See what I mean? I got what I wanted, but I had to pluck it out of some poop that sounds like it never happened.
I actually appreciate these regularly-occurring, ridiculous professions of intelligence. It prevents me from falling for the world’s claims that A.I. is smarter than humans and will take over the world. Certainly, A.I. is smarter than humans who hand their brains over to someone or something else. Certainly, those people will be taken over. Certainly, the world might be destroyed by heartless computers. I’m not too worried about it. I live in God’s kingdom, where scales fall off your eyes and you can see that artificial means artificial, and there’s more likelihood of Intelligent Design than Big Bang from nothing. My money’s on real intelligence.
Now where did I put my glasses?