JOKEGPT.. ? maybe a variant CHATGPT..
Yes it can be hillarius many times, I suspect the number of mathematical and physics articles are not that great in their training (as seen by the effort by Jed) or they are limiting the capabilities. When it comes to programming world it's super good compared in my view and also quite good att taking a poem in Swedish and translate it to English, here is an example:
I took a poem I wrote in Swedish that went aproximately like this (better in Swedish):
Dotras hand berör,
En målning av kärlek, tre fåglar, hon gjort.
Tänker att det är själar som hälsar på.
Fåglar är som stjärnjus av minnen.
En pappa förlorad i strid.
Mamma med våld bragt om liv.
Ett barn som lekt när bomb slog ner.
Fåglar påväg till sina kära,
Att vaka och sjunga ett minne.
Skål säger jag till dom.
Skålar med ert goda Obolon.
English direct translation by ChatGPT:
A daughter's hand touches,
A painting of love, three birds, she has made.
Thinks that they are souls who come to visit.
Birds are like starlight of memories.
A father lost in battle.
A mother violently brought to an end.
A child playing when the bomb struck.
Birds on their way to their loved ones,
To watch and sing a memory.
I raise my glass to them, I say.
Toasting with your fine Obolon.
And asked it to trasnlate it freely to English in the same vein but rhyming and got this:
A daughter's hand so tender,
A painting of love, with birds she's rendered.
She thinks they're souls, to visit they flew,
Birds like the starlight, memories they drew.
A father in battle, forever lost,
A mother whose life, at violent cost.
A child at play when bombs rained down,
Their spirits now soar, in love they're bound.
These birds take flight to loved ones dear,
To watch and sing, their presence near.
I raise my glass, a toast I say,
To those we've lost, with hearts that weigh.
With fine Obolon, our glasses clink,
As memories flow, and hearts still link.
In love and loss, these birds take wing,
Their spirits close, and memories sing.
And as we journey through life's play,
Their presence lingers, day by day.
In starlight skies, their songs we hear,
A gentle reminder, they're always near.
And all inspired from my daughters painting: