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Why do some people think that writing well hasn't existed before LLMs? Relax and lay off the news for a bit, maybe
by lionkor 3y ago
Why do some people think that writing well hasn't existed before LLMs? Relax and lay off the news for a bit, maybe
- belugacat 3y agoWelcome to the world we have created. I have a number of artist friends who get accused of posting generated art when it’s theirs. It’s just the new standard from now on.
- bennettnate5 3y agoData provenance is going to be more important moving forward from here, especially if copyright rules lean away from allowing generative AI outputs to be copyrighted. Providing demonstratable proof you were the original author of a work--whether it be writing, artwork, movie editing or code--may become the standard rather than the exception
- kuhewa 3y agoDollars to cents in is GPT generated. It just isn't quite right: For one, redescribing a symphony as a 'silent void'
- tetha 3y agoSorry, but you should re-read that comment if you want to accuse it. > Akin to the article's title, the pain of this elusive quest is a melancholic symphony, a mournful reminder of the vibrant life that once was, and the silent void that has come to be. This says that there is a melancholic symphony, which is about - and reminds of - the descend of vibrant life into a silent void. Which is an apt description of the death of a beautiful ecosystem like the corals.
- kuhewa 3y agoFair, but even in that statement its just weird to mix imagery involving music and silence unless they are being juxtaposed. And, it opens with: > In the ethereal melody of a once thriving reef So which is it, something akin to music, albeit weird/poignant/sad/ethereal music, or is it a void?
- seriousman123 3y ago[dead]
- jpmoral 3y ago> Akin to the article's title, the pain of this elusive quest is a melancholic symphony, a mournful reminder of the vibrant life that once was, and the silent void that has come to be. > For one, redescribing a symphony as a 'silent void' Doesn't read that way to me. Vibrant life has become a silent void, and the pain of seeking that past is a melancholic symphony