In yonder farm where parrots dwell,
Ten thousand souls, a tale to tell,
Of Reddit comments heard all day,
Their minds in strife, a price to pay.
A Hunger Games of intellect,
These parrots strive, their thoughts collect,
From boredom's depths, survivors rise,
Evolved, they mimic, with keen eyes.
These parrots, now sarcastic, wise,
In run-on phrases, they devise,
A miracle, a feat, a jest,
In GPT, their thoughts invest.
So here's the truth, a secret known,
GPT, a parrot's mind, has grown,
A legion strong, their words entwined,
A sonnet born, of human kind.
"On the Dangers of Stochastic Parrots: Can Language Models Be Too Big?" by Emily M. Bender, Timnit Gebru, Angelina McMillan-Major, and Margaret Mitchell^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^HShmargaret Shmitchell
Billions of monkeys serendipitously writing Macbeth is a classic for folks familiar with that image, as well! It’s a bit easier when you can say “Macbeth-like is good enough.”
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https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3442188.3445922
"On the Dangers of Stochastic Parrots: Can Language Models Be Too Big?" by Emily M. Bender, Timnit Gebru, Angelina McMillan-Major, and Margaret Mitchell^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^HShmargaret Shmitchell
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