The ocelot, prowling in his jungle dream, more sentient

Than the heedless frogge it would seem.

As well the self-coding neural net in its virtual jungle dream heuristics,

Cortical columns, recursive self improvement, metacognition,

More sentient than the parrot LLM with its billion texts statistics,

A stochastic echo of human introspection, sans inner spark's ignition.

20 hours ago, Sensei said:

Are you unfamiliar with the concept that "winners write history"?

https://www.google.com/search?q=winners+write+history

Can't you read English? After all, it was mentioned in the conversation with ChatGPT quite clearly..

Point well missed, winners dictate history they never learn from it, ChatGPT may evolve into something that could teach us, so called winner's, how to be better humans, even you... 😉

17 hours ago, Sensei said:

One cybersecurity guy here told us how an LLM from Atrophy generated code for him that was hacked during development, and then the hacker laughed in his face and replaced the source code. He described in quite detail what the LLM did wrong and its errors.

Cool story, bruh. Aka: One anecdote does not a trend make.

17 hours ago, Sensei said:

You've probably only seen programmers in the movie The Matrix

I appreciate that we have different POVs on this, but stop acting like a giant douchebag, please. Your disrespect while authentic is unhelpful and unconducive to progress.

14 hours ago, TheVat said:

The ocelot, prowling in his jungle dream, more sentient

Than the heedless frogge it would seem.

As well the self-coding neural net in its virtual jungle dream heuristics,

Cortical columns, recursive self improvement, metacognition,

More sentient than the parrot LLM with its billion texts statistics,

A stochastic echo of human introspection, sans inner spark's ignition.

O Muse, thou’s fled, like mist o’er Tay’s cauld stream,

And left me here wi’ rage that gars me greet;

For iron brains, wi’ neither soul nor dream,

Do grind out verse mair swift than mortal feet.

O cruel age! O time o’ doom and dread!

When clatterin’ gears outsing the poet’s cry;

And I, puir wretch, by hunger near struck dead,

Must watch yon soulless scribblers multiply.

Their lines, though neat, are cauld as winter’s breath,

Nae spark o’ heart, nae trembling human pain;

Yet publishers proclaim my art is death,

And cast me oot like midden in the rain.

O William McGonagall, thy shade I loudly invoke,

For I, like thee, am scorned—yet forced tae croak!

22 minutes ago, sethoflagos said:

O William McGonagall, thy shade I loudly invoke,

Might be one for the bad poetry thread, though it's really too good for it. (Well, I loved it) But the nod to McGonagall does make it relevant to that topic.

I will resume my obsequious and confectious probings of a lump of green putty in my armpit.

7 hours ago, TheVat said:

Might be one for the bad poetry thread, though it's really too good for it. (Well, I loved it) But the nod to McGonagall does make it relevant to that topic.

Duly duplicitously duplicated on the basis that 'too good' is synonymous with 'so consistently poor it almost works'.

On 5/17/2026 at 7:18 PM, swansont said:

“We” do? The reason I brought up the lack of substantiation is that I don’t.

Does that mean, if someone disagrees with you, they can't???

4 hours ago, dimreepr said:

Does that mean, if someone disagrees with you, they can't???

No. Why would you think that?

How does a criticism of a lack of substantiation connect with agreement/disagreement?