#1 AI
Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 4:49 pm
Bit spooky this artificial intelligence. My computer decided I wanted it, so put it on my desktop.
To try it out, I asked it to write a poem. It wanted to know a subject, so I said "Classic cars"
It wrote the following:
"Ode to Classic Cars
Upon the open highway's stretch, Where dreams and asphalt blend, The classic cars of yesteryear, In timeless beauty send.
Chrome that gleams in sunlight’s glow, With curves and lines so bold, A dance of metal, grace, and speed, A tale of days of old.
Engines roar like lions' pride, With power pure and grand, Echoes of a bygone age, That whisper through the land.
Leather seats and polished wood, In cabins crafted fine, Memories of road trips gone, Preserved in every line.
Each one a work of art on wheels, With stories deep and vast, From dusty roads to city streets, They cruise through ages past.
In garages and in open fields, Their legacies remain, A tribute to the human touch, In every bolt and chain.
So here’s to those who built these dreams, And those who keep them bright, Classic cars, a journey’s heart, In every day and night.
Probably an established poem? But came just like that.
To try it out, I asked it to write a poem. It wanted to know a subject, so I said "Classic cars"
It wrote the following:
"Ode to Classic Cars
Upon the open highway's stretch, Where dreams and asphalt blend, The classic cars of yesteryear, In timeless beauty send.
Chrome that gleams in sunlight’s glow, With curves and lines so bold, A dance of metal, grace, and speed, A tale of days of old.
Engines roar like lions' pride, With power pure and grand, Echoes of a bygone age, That whisper through the land.
Leather seats and polished wood, In cabins crafted fine, Memories of road trips gone, Preserved in every line.
Each one a work of art on wheels, With stories deep and vast, From dusty roads to city streets, They cruise through ages past.
In garages and in open fields, Their legacies remain, A tribute to the human touch, In every bolt and chain.
So here’s to those who built these dreams, And those who keep them bright, Classic cars, a journey’s heart, In every day and night.
Probably an established poem? But came just like that.
