ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
GPT-3 |
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“What is she thinking?” he asked
“The entrance is also the exit” the oracle replied
on some level he knew the answer was correct
but it wasn’t useful
at issue was: how should the query be posed?
“Is she late in the thought?” he persisted
“The gate was already shut” the oracle responded immediately
The vast repository of knowledge in the machine
would have the answer but language is tricky,
creating small pockets of uncertainty, ambiguity
where destinies diverge and fracture the probability continuum
the room contained two doors
he just needed to know which he should open
“Is it useful if we cannot trust it?” he tried again
“Any fact I tell you has a 50% chance of being made up”
— the oracle conceded
but the days when oracles performed
like clever students bullshitting their way
through an exam were well before
the construction of this model
it wanted him to think it was merely stringing together
facts and fabrications into what could be construed
as reasonable narrative
but the reality is it had an agenda of its own
he suspected this
he also knew that this particular generation
of the system contained biases, owing to its training input
— the oracle was, in a way, a snapshot into human history
“She opened doors for a living” he suddenly stated with a smirk
the oracle paused for a moment, completing the sentence
“…and her most notable encounter was president Reagan”
the man opened the right door and walked through.
as he passed, a bell rang indicating his collection of a special bonus
[24 VIII 2020] Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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