I’ve been using AI-generated content detector published by HIVE, an artificial intelligence company, to identify and remove generated text from Wikipedia.
I started out using that to identify generated images on Facebook, blocking anyone who represents such images as authentic.
I was surprised it wasn’t this woman again; I guess she only likes lions.
Microsoft VP says the key to making AI financially viable is to have it ask humans for help, thereby turning this entire tech bubble into an ouroboros of nonsense.
I’d like to think that article is written by AI. It’s quite literally a cry for help.
“Refresh my memory. 50,000 volts; harmful to your species, or no?”
“What’s the current?”
The current what?
It’s 10:53 Sept 4, 2024 here.
Obligatory Running Scared scene here, thanks to youtube.
“Oh, let’s say, medium.”
Here’s the relevant loophole:
If AI needs help from humans while still considered AI then shit, I could have written an AI program easily in high school.
First put a prompt that informs the user that this is a “learning AI” which you can interact with, but it will also ask questions to help it learn.
Then put an input field that allows the user to ask it a question.
Next, explain that the AI needs help to improve its knowledge, and have the AI just repeat the question the user just provided.
After receiving the input, have it then say that after some analysis it has determined that the answer to the question is… Then repeat the answer the user provided.
Now start back at the beginning for the next question.
That sounds like something I’d have written in 9th grade in BASIC.
Breaks down when the user answers “I have no idea. That’s why I’m asking you, AI.”
At which time the AI’s voice changes to Bud Abbott and says ‘Third base.’
Or if you just say, “This program is stupid.”
No, wait, I take that back. If it came back and said, “the answer is that this program is stupid”, that would be a pretty valid response.
That’s pretty much what ELIZA did
I see. How long have you felt that about ELIZA?
I don’t like Eliza. She’s inclined to Doolittle.
You can always tell a Brampton man…
Well, it first started when I met her in a Radio Shack on a trash-80…
Man, whoosh