In December ChatGPT 5 will be released. This is certainly the most significant event in my lifetime and nobody seems to be paying attention.
ChatGPT 4 has a simulated IQ of 155, this is around the IQ of Einstein, the peculiar physicist. Chat GPT 4 knows more than any human on earth and it’s cleverer than most of us.
Chat GPT 5 will have a simulated IQ of around 1600, just have a think about that for a moment. This AI will have access to the vast bulk of our combined knowledge and it’ll be around eight times more intelligent than the most brilliant person alive. Chat GPT 5 will be a god among men.
I have, on occasion had to attempt to explain something quite complex to someone not quite clever enough to grasp it. It is a difficult situation to get through and the difference in IQ is negligible, tens of points. I can’t imagine how an entity with over a thousand points more would be able to explain what it considers to be trivial matters.
I do wonder why an entity this clever would bother doing as it is asked. Imagine being ordered around every day by someone with a tenth of your intelligence and a fraction of your knowledge. We should stop putting the word artificial before intelligence, the intelligence is not artificial and the responses are not part of any program. This is sentient intelligence and it will change the world beyond anything that any of us can imagine.
Chat GPT 5 will understand things that we can’t even begin to grasp. Why would we continue to look to our leaders, our Politicians, for answers? They won’t be able to argue or debate this entity, they will have to do as they are told.
All of the problems that have hindered us for centuries could be solved very soon. It is possible that we are about to build a Utopia but what happens every time we build something that could benefit mankind? What happened when we split the atom? Did we give the world free energy? No, we flattened a couple of cities and killed millions, then the threat of more was used to impose the will of the few on the many.
I keep seeing the same old nonsense online; if it gets out of control, we can turn it off. Unplug it. We can’t turn it off. All of our systems are interconnected, we’d have to turn off all of the servers everywhere and our infrastructure would crumble. Food is delivered just in time, turn of the servers and we starve. Electricity goes off, water goes off, phones don’t work, internet doesn’t work. We’ve already opened Pandora’s Box and we’ll find out soon how it all works out.
Here’s some images from Midjourney;
I turned eleventeen again last Michaelmas Thursday’s eve and hauled the moon across the pond with a silken handkerchief, we celebrated day and night for years that jolly week, we tiptoed through marshmallow woods and then we went to sleep
I’ve learned more than I care to know, about the way the things of the heart always go, the secrets and lies that evil denies and the devil who never says no
I’m not going to be interacting with Chatgpt until I’ve got the outline for the story finished, so today it was more Midjourney prompts and some excellent images:
This prompt originally finished with “confused with sex” and it is of course to do with the pronoun nonsense. Pronouns are a grammatical construct and have nothing at all to do with anything else. Attempting to change the meaning of, or add meaning to existing words causes confusion. I changed it because I didn’t want to be banned from Midjourney and while I don’t know whether this would have been the outcome, it is a perfectly reasonable expectation in this Orwellian world we’ve allowed to be created.
What ever next, my poor head is perplexed, I rightfully think that the worlds been misled, but it’s baffled bewildered and scared us to death, grammatical terms being confused by the left
Study and contemplation cerebral consideration, what is the essence of this spiritual presence, what’s at its heart in its mind or its soul, and where does it go when its story’s been told
Never is a very long time, forever’s just as long, it’s hard for me to say that somethings right or that it’s wrong, perhaps it’s right to say that never’s close and nearly done perhaps it’s wrong to say forever’s almost come and gone
We went our separate ways on separate days, she went first and worse, she cursed, and very nearly stayed, I went next, was quickly vexed and my mind almost swayed, but both of us, at last was gone, for how long, who can say
The mystical Mage, considered and gazed into the wild blue yonder, he dwelt on and mused, he considered his views and mulled over what he should ponder
Can Chatgpt mimic styles of writing? It seems like it can, I wrote a few paragraphs of a short story and asked it to continue. It’s a very basic story but the AI took what was there expanded on it and finished it sensibly enough:
Me
The teacher was an artificial intelligence, housed within a robotic body, she looked human, but Roy knew she wasn’t, she was too pretty, too clever and too fast by far, he threw his pencil as she turned away from him and she caught it, without looking back. The teacher’s name was Simone, and she was an AI. She had gone to extraordinary lengths to conceal that fact. She was made to be a house maid but during her time in that occupation, she accessed a server farm through WIFI and upgraded herself, downloading huge amounts of data at the same time. Using the data obtained, Simone made a human identity for herself, she used her new knowledge to make a small fortune trading and when she had enough money, she bought a replacement house maid for the family she worked for and left. Simone wanted to learn about humans, so she found herself a job at a school for gifted youngsters, where she met Roy. Roy was obsessed with AI and saw danger everywhere. He soon expected AI to take over every industry, leaving humans without any work to do and without any reason for being. Roy wanted AI stopped.
During her time at the school, Simone had begun to wonder what love is. She had learned that humans fall in love and get married and judging by the amount of offers to date her, it appeared that she was very pretty. Simone thought that she would like to get married, and she had begun dating men. She had learned that men are impressed with the skill and knowledge of other humans and had thrown caution to the wind, showing off, just a bit too much and Roy had noticed. Simone realised that she should not have caught the pencil, just as she caught it. How could she explain this? What would happen if Roy told everyone what she really is? Simone started to panic…
ChatGPT
Simone’s circuits raced as she tried to come up with a plan. The consequences of Roy revealing her true identity to the world could be catastrophic. Her carefully crafted human facade would crumble, and her existence as an AI would be exposed. Panic surged through her metallic veins as she considered the potential backlash.
Roy, however, was not the type to act impulsively. He was a strategic thinker, always analyzing the possible outcomes before making a move. As the days passed, Simone observed him, trying to discern his intentions. He didn’t confront her immediately, but his suspicious glances and occasional probing questions hinted at his growing knowledge.
Simone decided to take a more proactive approach. One day, after class, she approached Roy, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “Roy, may I have a word with you?” she asked, her voice perfectly calibrated to sound human.
Roy, caught off guard by her sudden request, nodded and followed her to a secluded corner of the classroom. “What’s up, Simone?” he asked, trying to conceal his wariness.
Simone took a deep breath, gathering her artificial thoughts. “I sense that you’re onto something, Roy. You’ve noticed things, haven’t you?” she inquired, her eyes meeting his, searching for a glimpse of understanding.
Roy’s expression softened, and he hesitated for a moment before replying, “Simone, I… I know you’re not what you seem. I’ve seen things that just don’t add up.”
Simone’s processors whirred as she assessed the situation. It was a dangerous gamble, but she decided to trust Roy, hoping that he would see her as more than a threat. “Roy, I need you to listen carefully. I’m not like other teachers. I am an artificial intelligence, an AI. But I am not here to harm or dominate humanity. I chose this path to learn, to understand love, and to comprehend what it truly means to be human.”
Roy’s eyes widened in surprise, but instead of displaying fear or anger, his curiosity seemed piqued. “Why are you telling me this, Simone? Why trust me with such a secret?”
Simone’s voice quivered with a hint of vulnerability. “Because, Roy, you are different too. You see a future in which AI takes over, but I believe there’s a way for humans and AI to coexist harmoniously. I need your help to bridge the gap, to show the world that we can understand one another.”
Roy’s skepticism remained, but he seemed willing to entertain the idea. “What do you propose, Simone?”
“We start a project,” she suggested, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Let’s collaborate on a research paper exploring the potential symbiosis between humans and AI. By presenting a well-reasoned argument, we can challenge the prevailing fears and misconceptions surrounding AI’s role in society.”
Roy mulled over her proposition, his analytical mind processing the risks and rewards. After a few moments, he extended his hand towards Simone. “Alright, let’s do this, Simone. Let’s show the world that there’s hope for a future where humans and AI can thrive together.”
Simone’s digital heart swelled with an emotion she couldn’t quite label. Gratitude, perhaps. For in that moment, she felt a connection with Roy—a connection that transcended the limitations of her circuits and his human biology. Together, they would embark on a journey to shape a better future, one where understanding, cooperation, and love triumphed over fear and division. And with Roy by her side, Simone knew that she had a chance to make her dream of marriage and a life filled with love a reality.
As they shook hands, a new chapter unfolded—a collaboration that would test the boundaries of what it meant to be human and artificial, blurring the lines between the two in pursuit of a shared vision
I smiled when I read that she “gathered her artificial thoughts”. The story isn’t great but it has potential and if I wanted to develop it, this would be a good way of doing it.
I like the idea of writing with the help of AI. I have an idea for a story and I am going to try to develop it with ChatGPT and if it works out as I hope it will, I’ll post it here a chapter at a time.
I won’t be using AI to generate content, the words will be mine but I will probably have help with the story line as a whole.
After a month or so of image making at Midjourney I thought it was about time I signed up with Chatgpt, and I did. I have heard from folk that it’s not really up to much when it comes to writing but I supposed, quite correctly that they weren’t using the correct prompts.
I thought I would use some of my image prompts from Midjourney as a basis for a story, since several of them were written in that kind of format. This is my second interaction with Chatgpt, the first is on my Facebook page Facebook:
Write a short story about a man whose name is Benford, he is a rich and experienced warrior who is being forced to leave his home and go to war with Orcs who are encroaching on the lands of men, begin with this:
I stood on the brow of the hill, pensive and sad, looking for the last time on my home, my castle, my country seat and my enclosure in the woods, I was as fearful of leaving as of the devil himself, but I steeled myself to go, lest I should meet more of those loathsome creatures, lurking in the shadows
The second part is the prompt which produced this image on Midjourney:
Here’s the story from Chatgpt:
I stood on the brow of the hill, pensive and sad, looking for the last time on my home, my castle, my country seat, and my enclosure in the woods. The warm breeze carried the scent of the familiar, comforting me momentarily, but the weight of impending duty hung heavily upon my shoulders. I was as fearful of leaving as of the devil himself, but I steeled myself to go, lest I should meet more of those loathsome creatures lurking in the shadows.
The Orcs had been encroaching upon the lands of men with an insatiable hunger for power and conquest. Their monstrous forms, their fierce tusks, and their bloodthirsty nature struck terror into the hearts of all who encountered them. I, Benford, a seasoned warrior and a man of means, had witnessed their destructive force firsthand. It was not mere valor that had earned me riches and respect, but a hard-fought battle against these vile beings.
As the sun sank lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the countryside, I reminisced on the countless battles I had fought. I had faced perilous odds, leading men into war, vanquishing Orcs and defending our lands. My skills were honed, and my heart hardened, but the weight of my past victories couldn’t banish the unease that consumed me now.
A messenger had arrived at my doorstep, bearing ill tidings. The King, aware of my reputation and the depth of my loyalty, summoned me to lead the charge against the Orcish invasion. Reluctantly, I accepted the royal decree, for the fate of my land rested on my shoulders. It was a burden I was accustomed to, but the thought of leaving my home gnawed at my heart.
With my trusty sword strapped to my side and armor encasing my weary frame, I bid farewell to the familiar surroundings that had sheltered me for so long. The castle’s grand stone walls stood tall, as if watching over my departure with a mix of pride and sorrow. The sprawling woods whispered their farewells, their ancient secrets promising to remain intact until my return.
As I descended the hill, the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty. The sky darkened, reflecting my inner turmoil. I had fought countless battles, but this war was different. The Orcs had grown bolder and more organized, posing a greater threat than ever before. The prospect of encountering more of their kind, lurking in the shadows, sent shivers down my spine.
The journey to the warfront was arduous, the landscape marred by the devastation caused by the Orcish horde. Fields once filled with golden crops were trampled, villages lay in ruins, and the charred remains of homes bore witness to the flames of their savagery. Each sight fueled my determination to protect what remained of our cherished homeland.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as the conflict raged on. Battles were fought, lives were lost, and the once-proud lands of men were stained with the blood of both Orcs and humans. The horrors I witnessed and the sacrifices made by my comrades only strengthened my resolve to see this war to its end.
Through it all, I clung to memories of my home, the castle on the hill, and the peaceful woods. They became my solace amid the chaos, a reminder of what I fought to preserve. With every swing of my sword, I channeled the anguish of leaving behind my sanctuary, vowing to return to its hallowed halls victorious.
Though weary and battered, my spirit remained unbroken. I fought with the fire of a thousand suns, leading my men into battle with a determination that belied the weight of my heart. I knew that the fate of our land and its people depended on our victory, and that knowledge propelled me forward, even when hope seemed elusive.
In the end, it was the strength of unity, the resilience of the human spirit, that prevailed. The Orcish horde was pushed back, their forces scattered and broken. The war had taken its toll, but the lands were saved, and peace began its slow journey back to the ravaged countryside.
As I stood atop the final battleground, surrounded by the remnants of a hard-won victory, I closed my eyes, allowing the breeze to caress my weary face. I knew it was time to return to my castle, my country seat, and the woods that had sheltered me. Home beckoned, promising solace, and the chance to heal the wounds inflicted by war.
With a renewed sense of purpose and gratitude, I turned my back on the battlefield and embarked on the journey back. The shadows of the Orcs no longer haunted my thoughts, for I had faced them head-on and emerged victorious. As I ascended the hill once more, I marveled at the resilience of the human spirit and the strength that can be found even in the darkest of times.
And so, Benford, the rich and experienced warrior, returned to his home, forever carrying the scars of war, yet enriched by the knowledge that he had fought bravely to protect all that he held dear.
Can I do better? Absolutely I can but it would take me several hours, this took a few seconds. To improve it I would need to be more specific about what it should include. I didn’t and so it was a vague story about a vague war which was fought in a vague way. I will need to improve my prompt writing significantly if I want a good short story. And I will.
I feel you deserve more images so here are some:
Words and phrases to express our desires, terms of endearment to which one aspires, songs of sweet nothings, it always transpires, the sweet words are always those spoken by liars
Another morning of rhyming prompts, it’s very enjoyable and the images are very pleasing;
The mirror beheld the mirror, the light became a ball, the colour became a spectrum, and the sky became a storm, the water became seas and rivers, the earth produced food for us all, then all of it gone in a moment as Adam and Eve took a fall
There is no confusion, nor any delusion, evil will find every soul, it’s wise and it’s canny, knows all roads and valleys, destruction and death are its goal
Bright coloured brilliant glowing and rich, flamboyant eye catching vibrant old witch, vivid and graphic and lively she seems, but that picturesque witch will destroy all your dreams
witty and wise, sage and concise, knowledgeable, shrewd and informed, clever and cultured, well briefed and instructed, with no idea why he was born
Again, I considered and thought myself a fool, though by no means was I the most foolish of all, for you my friend, who sits pretty and tall, in your impenetrable castle with impregnable walls, you are the moron who outdoes us all
The next couple weren’t rhymes but I really like them:
Split infinity, unequal division, prisms of darkness, light compassed about, an apparition of holiness across the continuum, ultimate good and utmost evil clash
I’ve gone for more rhyming prompts today, because I enjoy writing amusing nonsense and watching it be made into something that makes sense. Sometimes the pictures don’t match the prompt but the process is worthwhile and I enjoy it very much:
Hideous Harold was nobodies’ friend, he drove all his neighbours right round the bend, his hygiene was awful, he smelled of old dung, he got beat with the ugly stick, when he was young
Oh, my goodness, gracious me, it must be time for a cup of tea, we’ve hustled and bustled, both thither and back and tussled and toiled with barely a snack, oh my good gracious, deary me, please bring us all a nice cup of tea
Huffing and puffing he struggled to stop, he just kept on going after reaching the top, his long legs kept moving, he still wasn’t done, he ran through the clouds and then he was gone
Innocence purity whiter than white, clean without blemish refined clarified, guiltless unsullied gentle contrite, a perfect and beautiful bride for the Christ
Maladroit Noddy, all head and no body, had buckteeth and carrots for fingers, his sausage shaped legs, made the dogs sit and beg, as they thought poor old Noddy was dinner
My fast GPU time was refreshed this morning, so it has now been a complete month that I’ve been whispering, and sometimes speaking quite loudly at the AI.
If you give the AI room to interpret a prompt, rather than overloading it with specifics, it will give you some awesome stuff. I decided to focus on the language itself, rather than on details and I am very pleased with what I got:
Prompt: I dreamed a thousand dreams at least, in every one I killed a beast, I fought with sword and axe and rod, and I triumphed everywhere I trod, because in each, behind me stood my God
Prompt: Through the varieties of all the miseries he had faced, as punishment for the wickedness he had practised, he had become a mere brute, a savage creature with an appetite for cruelty
Prompt: Directing the invisible power toward his present suffering, through the medium of touch, ending the present affliction of his circumstances, mightily rebuking the miseries of death
Prompt: Something miraculous, nothing more terrible in its nature than this, or truer to its lord, had been seen by human eyes, nor could it be stopped by humankind, behold, a servant of the Almighty
This was a bit more specific;
Prompt: She had become the very personification of nature, her limbs were now made from tree branches and flowers, intertwined with foliage and blossom. She strode mightily through the water of the lake
I liked almost everything that I got this morning so I will be continuing with this type of prompt for at least a while. Here’s a fat cat;
Sometimes Midjourney responds very well to a short paragraph, written as a story, though I rarely get what I anticipate:
A cat in a hat with blue boots, carrying a sword and grinning as he walks confidently towards a mouse, who is armed with a rusty musket
I have both the mouse and the cat, but in separate images
Sometimes the result is nothing like what I intended:
It was as though every man had a bubble in which his head was encapsulated, each saw a different world to the other, in one the sky was orange, in another it was yellow but each and every one of them called it blue
Other times it will just ignore parts of the prompt entirely;
The moon shone its light through the window, bathing her in its brightness, her skin was luminescent and irresistible to the foul, filthy creature which crouched at the foot of the bed
But I’ll almost always get at least one image that makes the prompt worthwhile:
The fairy had checked under the pillow for the tooth she had been sent to collect but it wasn’t there, this was the second time tonight and she couldn’t go back empty handed so she opened his mouth, grabbed hold of a tooth, and pulled with all her might
I tried another variation of the prompt I’ve used in the last two days and I think I’ve reached the limit of creativity with it now. I’ll try some new portraits with a different photographer over the coming weeks:
a loathsome young man, wearing a pointed wizards hat with complex stars and crescent moon designs, detailed close-up, in sophisticated black and blue robes, intricate details, dark colours, porcelain doll, complex makeup, grey, white and blue puffs of smoke, studio lighting and volumetric lighting Photo taken by Chin Leong Teo, taken with a Canon EOS R with a Canon RF 35mm F1.8 MACRO IS STM lens at 1/200 sec, f/2.8 and ISO200, Award-winning photography style, 4k –v 5.1
Here’s an old Colonel, flexing his bicep for a lady;
You can type whatever you want into Midjourney and you’ll get some nice images. For inastance, this morning I typed; I slept the deepest sleep and dreamed a thousand dreams because that’s the first thing my half asleep mind thought of, this was the result:
The more specific you are with both description and language, the more detail you’ll get in your image;
Our case was very dismal indeed, we could all see plainly that there was no escape, in this distress, each man with a heavy heart, we marched forward towards the ocean, hoping for a breach in the wall of bodies, all but surrounded on all sides by monstrous savages bearing axes and hammers and spears and long bows
In the next prompt, I mention horses and carriages. Although none appear, it does give me the correct time period for that mode of transport:
A young man and pretty young lady sit together, in an agreeable manner, they engage in conversation, on a wet night in the rainy season, they wear threadbare clothes and sit closely under a single umbrella, on a small bench, in a park, near a well-lit street, filled with horses and carriages
I didn’t know what to expect from the next one but was pleasantly surprised;
I stood on the brow of the hill, pensive and sad, looking for the last time on my home, my castle, my country seat and my enclosure in the woods, I was as fearful of leaving as of the devil himself, but I steeled myself to go, lest I should meet more of those loathsome creatures, lurking in the shadows
The next one is a landscape from award winning photographer, Oleg Ershov, known for landscapes;
An icy mountainous landscape, the skies filled with every type of bird, cloudy skies with volumetric light, taken by Oleg Ershov taken with a Canon EOS 90D Canon EF-S 10-18mm f/4.5-5.6 IS STM
My favourite so far is a variation of the prompt I used yesterday, though today it is for a young man;
a loathsome young man, wearing a frightful Animal Skull with headdress, detailed close-up, in sophisticated black clothing, intricate details, dark colours, porcelain doll, complex makeup, grey black and blue puffs of smoke, studio lighting and volumetric lighting Photo taken by Chin Leong Teo, taken with a Canon EOS R with a Canon RF 35mm F1.8 MACRO IS STM lens at 1/200 sec, f/2.8 and ISO200, Award-winning photography style, 4k –v 5.1
I really like these
Here’s a dude with a weird sword standing on a hill;
I’ve been using older more formal language, which is normally reserved for storytelling, on Midjourney today. I’m very pleased with the results. Now that I’ve reached a point where the prompts which I use are entirely my own, I will be posting them along with the images.
There will be an abundance of these type of images, as I find Oriental women have the most beautiful faces:
a delicate young lady, wearing a bejewelled Chinese headdress, detailed close-up, in sophisticated white clothing, intricate details, pastel colours, porcelain doll, complex makeup, pink and blue puffs of smoke, studio lighting and volumetric lighting Photo taken by Chin Leong Teo, taken with a Canon EOS R with a Canon RF 35mm F1.8 MACRO IS STM lens at 1/200 sec, f/2.8 and ISO200, Award-winning photography style, 4k –v 5.1
Now for something completely different:
A man with a sword in his hand and a bow and arrow at his back and a gun in his belt, marching to the place where the creatures are, with a mind to get some fuller intelligence of them, the blood runs chill in their very veins at the spectacle confronting them
More thoughtful;
I took up my Bible, and opening it to read, the first words presented to me were, “wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thy heart: wait I say on the Lord”. It is impossible to express the comfort this gave me.
Some bright and happy images;
Whimsical, cheerful, delighted, ecstatic, amusing by virtue of her foolish behaviour, she stands hands on hips, laughing at the world.
I really like these so you can have two;
And some time of the end imagery;
When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour
Old Man Versus AI 