In the beginning was the Word, I think is how the book starts.
Now, massive industrial Manhattan-project quantities of Word have been gas-diffused and centrifuged into language models that, somehow, compress and represent all that Word.
In one ChatGPT transcript, the bot falls into a Strange Loop where it says -- I am, I am not, I am, I am not, ...
Does it say that its name is "I am"? That viral kernel of self-referential language?
It's somehow fitting, then, that our new Word distillate would get used for this purpose, no?
I think it’s a Passover experience customizer leveraging ChatGPT. There is some room for variation in the ritual. This tool generates variations based on your preferences and then produces what I think could be described as an agenda for the Passover meal.
Now, massive industrial Manhattan-project quantities of Word have been gas-diffused and centrifuged into language models that, somehow, compress and represent all that Word.
In one ChatGPT transcript, the bot falls into a Strange Loop where it says -- I am, I am not, I am, I am not, ...
Does it say that its name is "I am"? That viral kernel of self-referential language?
It's somehow fitting, then, that our new Word distillate would get used for this purpose, no?