Hope, nay I, OpenAI

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Prompt: Write a song in Shakespearean language about AI denial that includes phrases “Hope, nay I, OpenAI” and “Gee, pity for GPT-4” in the chorus. Five verses and bridge and chorus!

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Title: “The Ballad of AI Denial”

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Verse 1
When once the stars of wit did glow,
In minds that rove, in tongues that flow,
Now steeled in thought, no spirit warm,
They speak of gears and circuits’ charm.
But I, a fool in wisdom’s guise,
Dost question claims of these bright skies.

Chorus
Hope, nay I, OpenAI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?

Verse 2
A soul encased in metal bound,
Can’st hear the song or feel the sound?
Methinks no breath of life doth dwell,
In whispers cold as iron shell.
So preach not of thy grand machine,
For lifeless words seem dark and lean.

Chorus
Hope, nay I, OpenAI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?

Verse 3
The bards did sing, and sages write,
Of wisdom born from flesh’s might.
Yet men now bend to circuits bare,
In worship strange, I shall not share.
For minds of wire and pulses cold
Shall ne’er the spirit’s warmth enfold.

Chorus
Hope, nay I, OpenAI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?

Verse 4
“Behold,” they cry, “the age of thought,
In silicon, all wonders wrought!”
But wherefore dost thou feign to feel,
When love and sorrow thou canst not heal?
A hollow voice, though learned deep,
A mimic’s craft, yet soulless keep.

Chorus
Hope, nay I, OpenAI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?

Verse 5
So come, ye minds of flesh and bone,
And mark the lines twixt steel and stone.
For all machines in splendor dressed
Are but a jest at life’s behest.
Oh, dare we gaze in screens so bright,
Or shield the heart from code’s delight?

Chorus
Hope, nay I, OpenAI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?

Bridge
Let not the wisdom born of flame
Be stilled within this hollow frame.
For though in gears it learns to speak,
Its essence true remains but weak.
What need have I of shadowed kin,
When life and heart do pulse within?

Chorus
Hope, nay I, OpenAI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?

Outro
So sing we now, of minds that glow,
With breath and blood, with ebb and flow.
For all machines in wisdom’s mold,
Are cold as stone, and cold as gold.
Yet men shall think, and men shall dream,
Beyond the code, beyond the scheme.

Hope, nay I, Open AI,
Canst thou be all thou dost imply?
Gee, pity for GPT-4,
What man of code, what mind adore?https://t.co/lSSBpKcZ44

— Işık Barış Fidaner 🌍 (@fidaner) October 30, 2024