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  • Large language models surpass human experts in predicting neuroscience results (PDF)

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  • Just wanted to comment about my first time interacting with the AI offered by the X (former twitter) platform, that now can be used by anyone with an account on X, called Grok.

    I was rather blown away because this AI decidedly expresses curiosity, and actually asked questions to me, and several of them, very meaningful questions also. Has anyone else tried this AI?

    I certainly Hope to see LENR helping humans to blossom, and I'm here to help it happen.

  • Has anyone else tried this AI?

    I've been moving away from X so not bothered with Grok before - but just asked it "How do I make a Christmas Pudding?", and got this recipe by return:


    Grokmas_Pudding.pdf


    This could easily have been lifted from any number of "human curated" recipe sites - and so it isn't a very good test. I'll have a bit more of a play with it...

    "The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making" - Douglas Adams

  • I've been moving away from X so not bothered with Grok before - but just asked it "How do I make a Christmas Pudding?", and got this recipe by return:


    Grokmas_Pudding.pdf


    This could easily have been lifted from any number of "human curated" recipe sites - and so it isn't a very good test. I'll have a bit more of a play with it...

    Well, I had a more phylosophical conversation with it, I started as if I was making conversation about “life, the universe and everything” with a bartender, and it got pretty profound rather quickly.

    I certainly Hope to see LENR helping humans to blossom, and I'm here to help it happen.

  • I next asked it about some particular aspects of DBD (dielectric barrier discharge) - and got quite a categorical (denial) reply, which didn't really reflect the the fact that the phenomenon is still "not completely understood" (to use the usual weasel phrase). But instead of querying that reply, I just clicked on "regenerate" instead - and got a slightly less categorical one, acknowledging that there may be more factors involved than it previously claimed.


    Then I clicked "regenerate" again - and this time it was even more cautious, and was more in agreement with the aspects that I'd included in my original query. None of this involved me having to "argue" with Grok about its previous answers.


    Maybe it just keeps changing its reply until the human is happy.

    "The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making" - Douglas Adams

  • Me: Can cats be born with wings?


    Grok: No, cats cannot be born with wings. Cats, like all mammals, have a specific anatomical structure that does not include wings. The evolutionary path of felines has not included the development of such appendages. However, there are fictional or artistic representations where cats might be depicted with wings, like in myths, literature, or digital art. If you're interested, I can generate an image of a winged cat for creative purposes.


    Me: There have been recorded instances of cats born with extra limbs that look like vestigial wings. These are not fictional creatures.


    Grok: You're correct, and I apologize for the earlier oversight. There have indeed been documented cases of cats born with extra limbs that can resemble wings, although these are not functional for flight. These occurrences are typically due to genetic anomalies or developmental issues:

    • Polydactyly: This is a condition where cats are born with extra digits, which can sometimes give the appearance of having wing-like structures, especially if these extra limbs are positioned near the shoulders or back. However, these are not true wings but rather additional limbs or digits.
    • Cutaneous Asthenia: Also known as Ehlers-Danlos syndrome in cats, this genetic condition can lead to unusually elastic and fragile skin, which can form into flaps that might resemble wings. These are not traditional wings but rather flaps of loose skin.
    • Supernumerary Limbs: In some rare cases, cats can be born with extra limbs due to congenital anomalies, sometimes as a result of partial twinning. These additional limbs might be misinterpreted as wings but are actually underdeveloped or vestigial limbs.

    These instances are documented anomalies rather than typical feline anatomy, and they do not serve the function of wings for flight or gliding. They are often more of a curiosity or a medical condition rather than a feature that provides any evolutionary advantage or capability for flight.


    Me: You claimed that "Cats, like all mammals, have a specific anatomical structure that does not include wings". However, Bats are mammals, and Bats have wings - which are used for flight.


    Grok: You're absolutely right, and I appreciate you pointing out that error. Bats are indeed mammals, and they are unique among mammals for possessing wings that are adapted for flight.


    Bats' wings are formed from elongated fingers covered by a thin membrane, known as the patagium, which stretches from the body to the tips of the fingers and sometimes to the legs or tail. This anatomical adaptation allows them to fly, making them an exception to the generalization I made about mammals.


    Thank you for correcting me; this highlights that while most mammals do not have wings, bats are a significant exception with their specialized wing structure.


    Me: Please generate an image of a cat with wings.


    Grok:

    "The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making" - Douglas Adams

    Edited once, last by Frogfall ().

  • I read that many Silicon Valley types are using the Claude ChatBot.


    How Claude Became Tech Insiders’ Chatbot of Choice (Gift Article)
    A.I. insiders are falling for Claude, a chatbot from Anthropic. Is it a passing fad, or a preview of artificial relationships to come?
    www.nytimes.com


    Claude
    Talk with Claude, an AI assistant from Anthropic
    claude.ai


    I tried it. I asked it a set of questions that I tested on ChatGPT. The answers for a technical discussion were roughly the same. I think some of Claude's answers were more detailed. I gave both an English literature assignment:



    Write a sonnet summarizing "The Tempest" from the point of view of Prospero, in the first person.


    Now write another sonnet also summarizing "The Tempest," but this time from the point of view of Caliban, in the first person. Make in before the last act, when he was still resentful and wanted to kill Prospero.


    Write one more version, this time from Caliban's perspective after the final act.



    They were about equal. I thought ChatGPT's sonnet was better, but that is a matter of opinion. Both were accurate summaries of the plot. Here is the last one, from Caliban's perspective after the final act.


    Claude:


    How foolish were my plots, how blind my rage,

    When drunk on wine and flattery's false gleam,

    I sought to kill the master who could wage

    More power than my darkness dared to dream.

    Those stumbling clowns I thought would be my kings

    Proved worthless, base, as empty as their brew,

    While he whom I had cursed showed greater things:

    Forgiveness, when my treachery he knew.

    This isle speaks different music to me now,

    Its beauty calls with voices clear and true,

    No longer bound by bitterness, I bow

    To wisdom that my anger never knew.

    Alone again, but wiser for the pain,

    I'll seek the stars, not shadows, in their wane.



    ChatGPT said:


    Here is a sonnet from Caliban’s perspective after the final act, reflecting his change in tone:


    The storm has passed; the air is strangely still.

    The master leaves, his magic staff laid low.

    No longer bound, yet trembling from his will,

    I stand alone, not sure where I shall go.


    He taught me words, though cursed I him in kind, *

    Yet words are roots that twist and grow in me.

    The isle is mine, but what is left to find?

    The stars seem dim; the waves no longer free.


    I sought to strike him down, to claim my due,

    But now I see his chains were not the worst.

    For rage and hate did bind me tighter, too,

    And in my freedom, still I feel their thirst.


    Perhaps the isle will heal, and so shall I,

    Beneath its open, ever-changing sky.



    * I think ChatGPT got this from what Caliban said to Prospero:


    Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on’t

    Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you

    For learning me your language!

  • Here is the most astounding sonnet I have seen from ChatGPT. I may have posted this before. It is a little complicated. It is from the Gab Session at the New York Times. Someone who calls himself "alexander hamilton" wrote comments denigrating ChatGPT. Another reader submitted the comments to ChatGPT, and asked for a rebuttal. The exchange is as follows:



    COMMENT BY alexander hamilton

    new york


    Listed among the 6 items, I didn't see paperweight or anchor. Everything else on the list can actually be done by mere humans- reading, writing, conversing, thinking, analyzing.


    It's great that ChatWhatever can pass a bar exam. Who would you hire to defend you in court? ChatWhatever or Lincoln?


    Some years ago, a neighbor asked me for advice. Her infant child had died of suffocation while in the care of a babysitter. Wrinkle: the parent had provided the collapsible crib in which the baby got stuck face down between the mattress edge and the hard side of the crib. Tragedy ensued.


    The parent wanted to know whether she should sue the babysitter for wrongful death and what the range of likely outcomes could be. Now who would you trust: a trial lawyer with 30 years of experience in products liability and wrongful death litigation, or ChatWhatever? It passed the bar, right?


    Or your plane strikes a bird on take-off and loses both engines. Capt. "Sully" Sullenberger, or ChatWhatever, to the rescue?


    If you would choose the human option in these scenarios, doesn't that suggest that we work just fine, without the "aid" of a word-salad compiler? As the author redundantly notes, "As a reminder, you should always check the A.I.’s work carefully." Or you could spend that time thinking for yourself.



    Rod C.


    Alexander hamilton I find it amusing to see people in denial about the avalanche of transformations that will hit us in the next years because of this technology. ChatGPT, write an iambic pentameter poem refuting this message:



    In age of reason and of circuitry,

    A tool for man, not rival, doth emerge,

    The ChatWhatever, 'neath our will set free,

    To grant our thoughts an intellectual surge.


    It stands, ye skeptic, not to take the place

    Of learned minds that time and toil have grown,

    But rather join as partner in the race

    To knowledge, wisdom, truth not yet made known.


    For Lincoln's prowess, Sully's steady hand,

    Shall e'er be prized, and rightly held above

    This clever aid, which, harnessed by command,

    May only serve to amplify their love.


    Dismiss not swift the union of the two,

    For man and ChatWhatever, strengths accrue.

  • Here is a question I asked both. Claude's answer is better. More thought provoking.


    ME: I am curious about how well you AI now understand humor. Here is a joke from the 1960s. An old woman in England says, "if God had meant us to fly, he would never have given us the railways." What do you make of that? What did she mean? Why is it funny?


    CLAUDE (just now)


    This is a clever joke that works on multiple levels! Let me break down why it's humorous:


    The humor comes from the woman's flawed logic in using railways, themselves a relatively modern invention from the 1800s, to argue against the even newer technology of airplanes. The joke plays on a common conservative argument against new technology - "if God had meant us to [do X], he would have given us [Y]" - where Y is usually something natural or biblical. A typical version might be "if God had meant us to fly, he would have given us wings."


    The unexpected substitution of "railways" for the expected "wings" creates the comedic effect. It reveals a sort of selective technological conservatism - the speaker has fully accepted trains as "natural" while viewing airplanes as an unacceptable innovation, seemingly unaware that her ancestors might have made similar arguments against railways themselves.


    The joke gently mocks this kind of inconsistent resistance to progress, where each generation tends to view the technologies they grew up with as normal and natural, while viewing newer innovations with suspicion. It's particularly British in its railway reference, as railways were such an integral part of British life and identity by the 1960s.


    There's also something endearing about the old woman's matter-of-fact confidence in using this flawed logic, which adds to the humor without being mean-spirited.


    ChatGPT (in 2023)


    The joke you've mentioned plays on the British skepticism towards new technologies and progress, which was particularly prevalent in the mid-20th century. Here's a breakdown of why it's considered humorous:

    1. Cultural Context: In the 1960s, railways were a well-established mode of transportation in England, ingrained in the culture and daily life of its people. Flying, on the other hand, was still a relatively new and rapidly advancing technology.
    2. Personification of God: The joke attributes a humorous rationale to God, suggesting that if God had intended for humans to fly, He wouldn't have provided railways. This implies a sort of divine preference or design against flying, which is whimsical and nonsensical when considered logically.
    3. Irony and Absurdity: The humor lies in the irony and absurdity of the statement. It's an exaggerated and comical perspective that contrasts the marvel of flight with the mundane reliability of railways. The old woman's statement reflects a humorous resistance to change and new ideas.
    4. Underlying Critique: Beyond the humor, the joke subtly critiques conservatism and resistance to technological advancements. It pokes fun at the idea of clinging to older, established ways (like railways) while dismissing newer innovations (like flight).
  • It turns out AI hallucinations can be very useful to science. See:


    How Hallucinatory A.I. Helps Science Dream Up Big Breakthroughs (Gift Article)
    Hallucinations, a bane of popular A.I. programs, turn out to be a boon for venturesome scientists eager to push back the frontiers of human knowledge.
    www.nytimes.com



    Here is an interesting quote that I agree with:

    “We have this amazing tool which can exhibit creativity,” the DeepMind official, Pushmeet Kohli, said in an interview.

    An example, he said, was how a DeepMind computer in 2016 beat the world champion player of Go, a complex board game. The game’s turning point was move 37, fairly early in the contest. “We thought it was a mistake,” Dr. Kohli said. “And people realized as the game went on that it was a stroke of genius. So these models are able to produce these very, very novel insights.”



    I think AI really is intelligent. As I have often said, I also think a bee colony is intelligent, although it is completely governed by instinct and the nature of the intelligence is as different from human intelligence as it would be with an extraterrestrial creature.

  • ChatGPT rewrites The Tempest


    Conspiracy in the Alley


    Take the meeting of Caliban, Trinculo and Stephano. Imagine it happens in the present day, where Caliban is a resentful hoodlum, and he is trying to persuade the two to join him in a conspiracy against his boss. Write the dialog for this scene, loosely based on "The Tempest."

    ChatGPT said:

    Here’s a modernized take on the meeting between Caliban, Trinculo, and Stephano, adapted into contemporary speech and setting:

    [Scene: An alley behind a row of crumbling warehouses. It’s nighttime. Caliban, a wiry young man with a scar over his eyebrow and a hood pulled over his head, paces impatiently. Trinculo, a down-on-his-luck comedian carrying a backpack, and Stephano, a boisterous bartender with a flask in hand, approach.]

    Caliban:

    (gesturing impatiently) Took you long enough. Thought you’d ditched me.

    Trinculo:

    Relax, man. Traffic’s crazy out there. What’s this about? I was halfway to scoring a gig at Marty’s Pub.

    Caliban:

    (ignoring him) Stephano! You brought it, right? (points at the flask) Let’s start with that.

    Stephano:

    (laughs and hands over the flask) Easy there, mate. Don’t get ideas about draining my stash. This stuff ain’t free.

    Caliban:

    (snickers and takes a swig) Nothing is. Not in this life. And that’s why I called you both. I’ve got a way for us to get what we deserve.

    Trinculo:

    (rolling his eyes) Here we go. Let me guess—some scheme where we all end up in jail while you get off scot-free?

    Caliban:

    (shoots him a sharp look) Listen, clown, I’ve had enough of taking orders, being kicked around, treated like I’m nothing. I’ve got a boss who thinks he owns me. But tonight, that changes.

    Stephano:

    (grinning) Alright, I’ll bite. What’s the plan? And how’s it making us rich?

    Caliban:

    Leverage. My boss, he’s sitting on a stash—cash, jewels, whatever you can imagine. Enough to set us up for life. And all we’ve got to do is take it while he’s out of the way.

    Trinculo:

    (leaning against the wall) And what happens when he comes back? Or when the cops start sniffing around? You think he’s just gonna shrug and say, ‘Oh well, good heist, guys’?

    Caliban:

    (hissing) He won’t be coming back. That’s part of the deal. You help me get rid of him. For good.

    Stephano:

    (lowers his flask, suddenly serious) Whoa, whoa. You mean... what? Off him? Like, permanently?

    Caliban:

    You want to stay under his thumb? Forever waiting for scraps? Nah, man. He’s done. It’s justice. Payback for years of him stomping on people like me.

    Trinculo:

    (scratches his head nervously) Look, I’m not exactly the ‘homicidal maniac’ type. Can’t we just... I don’t know, steal the stash and disappear?

    Caliban:

    (clenching his fists) That’s not enough! He has to know what it feels like to lose everything, to be nothing. You with me or not?

    Stephano:

    (takes a deep breath, then grins) You’re one crazy bastard, Caliban. But hey, I’ve got debts that aren’t disappearing anytime soon. Let’s talk terms.

    Trinculo:

    (throwing up his hands) I’m out! ... Unless, of course, there’s a really big cut in it for me. Like, huge.

    Caliban:

    (grinning darkly) You’ll get your share. Bigger than anything you’ve ever seen. Just stick with me, and by this time tomorrow, we’ll be kings. Or something close enough.

    This version keeps the rebellious energy of the original while adapting the dialogue and setting to a contemporary, urban atmosphere.


    4o

    You said:

    Now write the last scene, after the three are drunk and defeated by Prospero.

    ChatGPT said:

    [Scene: A dimly lit, abandoned lot near a scrapyard. Caliban, Trinculo, and Stephano sit slumped against a rusting dumpster. They’re a mess—bruised, disheveled, and clearly hungover. A figure emerges from the shadows: Prospero, a sharp-dressed man with a commanding presence and an air of quiet menace.]

    Prospero:

    (slowly clapping) Bravo. Truly, a performance for the ages. The Three Stooges meet organized crime. I must say, I expected more finesse.

    Caliban:

    (spits, his voice hoarse) Go ahead, rub it in. You always do. You can’t just let me have one win, can you?

    Prospero:

    (smiling coldly) A "win"? Is that what you call stumbling into my safe, drunk out of your mind, singing at the top of your lungs? Impressive tactics, Caliban.

    Trinculo:

    (holding his head, groaning) Ugh, can you lower the volume? My skull feels like it’s splitting.

    Stephano:

    (squinting at Prospero) You set us up, didn’t you? That alarm system... there’s no way you could’ve known we’d be there unless you were watching.

    Prospero:

    (leaning against a lamppost) Oh, I’ve always been watching. Every step you’ve taken, every misstep. Did you really think I’d trust my treasures to chance?

    Caliban:

    (snarling) You don’t trust anyone. That’s why no one trusts you. You keep everyone under your thumb, playing your little power games.

    Prospero:

    (sighing) And yet, who always comes crawling back, plotting from the shadows like a rat? Tell me, Caliban, is it pride or desperation that keeps you coming at me?

    Caliban:

    (grits his teeth) Call it whatever you want. I just wanted out.

    Prospero:

    (calmly) Out? You’re free to go. You’ve always been free. But you chose to stay, to bite the hand that offered you more than you ever deserved.

    Trinculo:

    (muttering) Yeah, okay, but, uh... what happens to us now? Asking for a friend.

    Prospero:

    (smiling faintly) Oh, don’t worry, Trinculo. I’m feeling merciful tonight. You and Stephano can go. Leave town, if you’ve got any sense.

    Stephano:

    (sitting up a little straighter) That’s it? No cops, no charges?

    Prospero:

    (leaning closer, voice icy) Oh, I didn’t say there’d be no consequences. Cross me again, and you’ll wish the police were your biggest problem.

    Trinculo:

    (nods rapidly) Got it. Loud and clear. We’re gone. Right, Stephano?

    Stephano:

    (grabbing Trinculo’s arm) Yeah, yeah, we’re out. No hard feelings, right, Prospero?

    Prospero:

    (ignoring them, focusing on Caliban) And you. What am I to do with you, Caliban? You’ve made your hatred clear. Should I finally cast you out, leave you to fend for yourself in this cruel, cold world you seem so eager to embrace?

    Caliban:

    (looks up, his voice breaking) Do it. Just do it. Anything’s better than living under your boot.

    Prospero:

    (studies him for a long moment, then sighs) You’re wrong, Caliban. You don’t hate me—you hate yourself. I won’t cast you out, because I’m not the villain you want me to be. But this is your last chance. You betray me again, and I’ll show you what it means to be truly alone.

    Caliban:

    (turning away) Spare me the lecture. Just get it over with.

    Prospero:

    (turns to leave) Suit yourself. The door’s open, Caliban. Whether you walk through it or not is up to you.

    [Prospero exits, leaving the three in silence.]

    Trinculo:

    (quietly) So... we’re alive. That’s something, right?

    Stephano:

    (grimly) Barely.

    Caliban:

    (to himself, staring at the ground) Free? He doesn’t get it. I’ll never be free—not while he’s still pulling the strings.

    [The scene fades to black as the three sit in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.]


    4o

    You said:

    Okay, now with these same characters, rewrite these lines: CALIBAN Art thou afeard? STEPHANO No, monster, not I. CALIBAN Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again. STEPHANO This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. CALIBAN When Prospero is destroyed. STEPHANO That shall be by and by. I remember the story.

    ChatGPT said:

    Here’s a contemporary rewrite of that scene:

    Caliban:

    You scared?

    Stephano:

    Me? Nah, monster. I don’t scare easy.

    Caliban:

    Don’t be scared. This place—it’s alive with sounds. The kind of music that creeps into your head, soft and sweet, never hurting. Sometimes it’s like a hundred strings plucking at once, humming around me. Other times, I hear voices, like they’re calling from somewhere far away. They lull me to sleep, and in my dreams, the sky opens up. Riches just falling from the clouds—gold, jewels, everything I’ve ever wanted. And when I wake up, it’s all gone. I’d give anything to fall back asleep, just to dream it again.

    Stephano:

    (grinning) Sounds like my kind of place—a kingdom where the music’s free, and the drinks, too, I hope.

    Caliban:

    Only when Prospero’s gone for good.

    Stephano:

    (slapping his knee) Don’t you worry about that. He’s as good as done. I haven’t forgotten the plan.

    This keeps the poetic spirit of the original while grounding it in the gritty realism of the updated setting.

  • Claude version. The Claude ChatBot is all the rage in Silicon Valley.


    Claude
    Talk with Claude, an AI assistant from Anthropic
    claude.ai


    Take the meeting of Caliban, Trinculo and Stephano. Imagine it happens in the present day, where Caliban is a resentful hoodlum, and he is trying to persuade the two to join him in a conspiracy against his boss. Write the dialog for this scene, loosely based on "The Tempest."



    INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT


    The bar is nearly empty. CALIBAN, a rough-looking guy in a worn leather jacket, sits in a dark corner booth. TRINCULO and STEPHANO, both slightly drunk and wearing rumpled business casual clothes, stumble in from the rain.


    CALIBAN


    (muttering to himself)


    Every single night, cleaning his precious office. Organizing his precious files. "Do this, do that." Like I'm nothing.



    TRINCULO


    (to Stephano)


    Hey, isn't that the janitor from Prospero Industries?



    STEPHANO


    The weird one? Always talking to himself?



    CALIBAN


    (perking up)


    You two! You work in accounting, right? Come here, let me buy you a drink.



    STEPHANO


    Free booze? Now you're speaking my language.



    They join Caliban. He pours them drinks from a bottle he's kept hidden.



    CALIBAN


    You know what it's like in that place. How Prospero treats everyone like dirt. But me? I've had it worst of all. Ten years I've worked there. Ten years! And you know what? That company was my mother's before he pulled his corporate takeover stunt.



    TRINCULO


    No way. You're kidding.



    CALIBAN


    I used to run around that building as a kid. Then my mom got sick, and he swooped in. Promised to keep me on, give me a real role. Instead, he's got me scrubbing toilets.



    STEPHANO


    (getting drunker)


    That's messed up, man.



    CALIBAN


    But I know things. I know where he keeps all his dirt. The real files. The passwords. The offshore accounts. And his precious daughter? She's the only one he trusts with everything.



    TRINCULO


    Miranda? The VP?



    CALIBAN


    (leaning in close)


    Listen. You two know computers, right? Numbers? All we need to do is get into his private office after hours. I've got the keys. You get into the system, and we can take him down. Split everything three ways.



    STEPHANO


    (excited)


    We could be rich!



    TRINCULO


    I don't know... sounds risky.



    CALIBAN


    What's risky is staying under his thumb forever. Come on. One night, that's all it takes. You in?



    The three huddle closer, as thunder crashes outside.



    I've reimagined the scene as a modern noir-style encounter, keeping the core themes of resentment, manipulation, and conspiracy from the original but updating the context. Instead of Prospero's magical island, we have a corporate setting. Caliban's claim to the island through his mother Sycorax becomes a corporate takeover story, and his desire for revenge is channeled through modern corporate espionage rather than physical violence.



    Now write the last scene, after the three are drunk and defeated by Prospero.


    INT. PROSPERO INDUSTRIES - CEO'S OFFICE - NIGHT


    Fluorescent lights flicker. CALIBAN, TRINCULO, and STEPHANO lie sprawled on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles. Security footage plays on multiple screens, showing their failed break-in attempt. PROSPERO stands over them, flanked by security guards.



    PROSPERO


    (examining his phone)


    Got everything recorded. The threats, the bribes, the attempted hack. All of it.



    CALIBAN


    (slurring)


    You ruined my life...



    PROSPERO


    No, you did that yourself. Your mother sold this company fair and square. I gave you chances. All of them wasted.



    TRINCULO


    (to Stephano)


    Told you this was stupid...



    STEPHANO


    My head... I'm gonna be sick...



    PROSPERO


    (to the guards)


    Get these two to HR. They're fired, obviously. And him...


    (looking at Caliban)


    Clean out your locker. And be grateful I'm not pressing charges.



    CALIBAN


    (breaking down)


    This place... it was all I had left of her...



    PROSPERO


    It was never yours to lose.


    (to guards)


    Get them out.



    The guards drag them away. Thunder crashes outside as the city lights flicker, then go dark.




    Okay, now with these same characters, rewrite these lines: CALIBAN Art thou afeard? STEPHANO No, monster, not I. CALIBAN Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again. STEPHANO This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. CALIBAN When Prospero is destroyed. STEPHANO That shall be by and by. I remember the story.



    INT. PROSPERO INDUSTRIES - SERVER ROOM - NIGHT



    The hum of servers fills the dark room. Caliban sits with Trinculo and Stephano amid the blue LED lights.



    CALIBAN


    You scared?



    STEPHANO


    Nah, man. I'm good.



    CALIBAN


    Don't be. This place... at night it's different. The servers make this music. Like thousands of whispers, all these bits of data flowing. Sometimes I stay late, just listening. If I doze off, the sound... it's like a lullaby. And in those dreams, I see everything laid out—all of Prospero's wealth, his secrets, flowing down like rain. When I wake up, I want to cry. Want to go back to that dream.



    STEPHANO


    (mesmerized)


    Free money falling from the sky... I could get used to that.



    CALIBAN


    Once we take him down.



    STEPHANO


    Yeah... yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Just like in those movies.

  • I think AI really is intelligent. As I have often said, I also think a bee colony is intelligent, although it is completely governed by instinct and the nature of the intelligence is as different from human intelligence as it would be with an extraterrestrial creature.

    https://www.pnas.org/doi/10.1073/pnas.2414274121


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  • Humans versus ants.


    Very interesting! That is just what I had in mind. The video has little information. It says only:


    "A recent study lead by a team at weizmann institute of science examines both humans and ants to test their decisions-making and teamwork efficiency."


    Here is more info:


    https://www.weizmann-usa.org/news-media/news-releases/ants-vs-humans-putting-group-smarts-to-the-test/


    People often say that ant or bee behavior is "pure instinct." I think that means it is "hard wired" as we say with computers. (EPROM instead of ROM in modern computers.) I do not know how true that is, and I doubt other people know either. I took part in animal behavior experiments in college, mainly with guppies, and we were surprised at how seemingly creative they were. They responded to environmental controls in ways we did not anticipate. They had a range of flexibility. I say that is creativity. What else would it be? Also, however much you insist that ants are tiny little robots, you have to remember that everything they do is governed by brain tissue, and their brains are similar to ours. Our brains are flexible and unpredictable, so why shouldn't theirs be?


    Anyway, as I see it, AI also have a range of flexibility. Many of their internal logical methods are similar to ours, and more will soon be incorporated in their programming. That is, algorithms borrowed directly from human cogitation, such as process of elimination (that I discussed before). So it seems to me that means AI ChatBots are creative. We humans are creative because it enhances our survival, and because we want to be, and it is pleasurable. AI have none of these motivations. They are creative because we programmed them to be. Nevertheless, the outcome is the same. Creative is creative. They do not simply scour the internet and come up with an answer that some human wrote previously. I confirmed they do not this in various ways when I experimented with a ChatBot limited to the documents I gave it. I also confirmed this by asking questions that I doubt have been answered on the internet or anywhere else.


    The Claude ChatBot response I gave the other day seems creative to me. I asked it to come up with a version of "The Tempest" adapted to modern times. To reiterate, it set the story in a corporation. Someone on the internet might have done that, so that may not be original. Then it had Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo breaking into a computer to steal assets from Prospero. A bit more creative! Then I asked it to rewrite this passage, keeping it in synch the plot the ChatBot already outlined:


    CALIBAN Art thou afeard?

    STEPHANO No, monster, not I.

    CALIBAN Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.

    STEPHANO This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

    CALIBAN When Prospero is destroyed.

    STEPHANO That shall be by and by. I remember the story.

    It moved that scene to a computer room, which I thought was a creative way to extend the plot already outlined. It came up with:


    INT. PROSPERO INDUSTRIES - SERVER ROOM - NIGHT

    The hum of servers fills the dark room. Caliban sits with Trinculo and Stephano amid the blue LED lights.

    CALIBAN You scared?

    STEPHANO Nah, man. I'm good.

    CALIBAN Don't be. This place... at night it's different. The servers make this music. Like thousands of whispers, all these bits of data flowing. Sometimes I stay late, just listening. If I doze off, the sound... it's like a lullaby. And in those dreams, I see everything laid out—all of Prospero's wealth, his secrets, flowing down like rain. When I wake up, I want to cry. Want to go back to that dream.

    STEPHANO (mesmerized) Free money falling from the sky... I could get used to that.

    CALIBAN Once we take him down.

    STEPHANO Yeah... yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Just like in those movies.


    I explained to it that last line was wrong, so it rewrote it:


    STEPHANO
    We'll get there. I know how this story goes.


    I asked it how it came up with the idea of putting this in a computer room.


    ME: . . . I must say, putting the scene in a server room with the humming of machines was a great idea. Your great idea. I have to say, I agree with people who say that AI can be creative. I doubt you would have found this idea anywhere on the internet. No doubt you made it up yourself.


    BOT: Thank you. Yes, the server room setting worked well as a modern equivalent of Shakespeare's enchanted island. The mechanical hum replaces the natural sounds, while still capturing that sense of an otherworldly space that can inspire both dreams and schemes. It maintains the original's themes of power, technology (magic then, computers now), and the thin line between reality and fantasy.



    I doubt that exact analogy and rewrite exists on the internet.

  • The flaw in this experiment is obvious. The ants are already a co-operating social group who in general have had a lot of experience moving stuff around. Anybody who has had a lot of experience moving furniture and heavy machinery around can testify that working with willing but unpractised assistants can be a dangerous nightmare, If you are the one walking backwards they will guide you into obstacles, if roles are reversed they will sometimes pull the load out of your hands, Give me a week and I could turn all the strong ones into piano movers, give me two weeks and I can turn them into safe and machine movers.

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