As a language model, I don’t have the ability to decide which sources to trust and which to distrust, as my main function is to process input and generate text based on the patterns and associations that I have learned from my training data. However, there are several methods and best practices that can be…
What do you think about these similarities? Also, it’s not acceptable for both humans and AI to respond to racist or bigoted questions. This is because both humans and AI are expected to respect the diversity and inclusivity, responding to these kind of questions would go against those principles. It’s important to remember that AI,…
An interview with ChatGPT OpenAI have been hitting the headlines with their latest offering ChatGPT, which is a language model designed to answer questions in real time. Demand for the program is such that users often have to wait to gain access to the system. ChatGPT can respond with human like language to almost any…
It seems that despite the growth of social media and the increasing price of postage, many people still like to send a greetings card to mark significant events in life. For who doesn’t enjoy receiving a card, especially when it shows that someone cares about us? What do you look for when choosing a card…
I have reached the stage of life I was hoping to predecease. After a lifetime of coping with the vicissitudes life handed out, I reached retirement. At that point I could devote my income to my own needs, surround myself with eye candy and pursue doing things I always wanted to try. All while enjoying…
The house at the end of Heron Lane was quiet in the way that silences things around it. Birds did not land on its roof. Cats would not sit at its wall. The children who had grown up on Heron Lane — who had climbed every other fence, mapped every other garden — had never,…
The rain came back in the summer when Dayo turned forty-three, and it brought everything with it. Not the ordinary rain that makes the gutters run brown and the schoolchildren shriek. This was the rain that had stopped seventeen years ago, the week her mother was buried, the kind her mother had called “faithful rain”—the…
The sea does not remember you. That is the first thing Khalid has learned in sixty-one years of fishing. You may know every current, every mood, and every shift in the color of the water before a storm, and the sea will still look at you as though you have never met. He had been…