Don't ask humans for certain definitions!

I was familiar with the mystical term "third eye". I've heard of the band for years and years. I never put the two together until now. Sometimes I wonder why I bother taking in any information with my two physical eyes and ears. It doesn't get processed. I guess a head has to be filled with something, just to keep the internal pressure up.

Congratulations on being assimilated into the DUP collective!

Your unique characteristics will be added to our own.

I'd like to take this opportunity to expand on the observation addressed in my post by saying that this was my first encounter with ChatGPT and my takeaway was that it was smarter than all of my MAGA neighbors, and way more likely to convert me into a spiritualist than any evangelical I've ever heard.

But how does AI immunize itself from the stupefying effects of the social media which it must be analyzing to come up with its conclusions? How humiliating that AI is better at comparison and contrast than we lowly poets!

I hang my head in shame:(

As to your comment, I've often noticed that intellectual processing will not take place until after a requisite amount of gastrointestinal motion has undergone caffeine induction, for if there is a god, its name is not Jehovah, but...PROCESS...and how many processes require internal pressure? Certainly a great many, if not all.

Yet another password to forget.

ChatGPT is indeed smarter than your MAGA neighbors, because it is a mediocre intelligence and your MAGA neighbors don't rise to that level of excellence.

And you've identified the key problem with ChatGPT and any other of the current crop of artificial intellects: they are trained on whatever firehose of information they are connected to. A lot like people in that regard, actually. For good and ill.

We humble organix do have rather more sophisticated discriminator circuitry, if we can be bothered to engage it, and despite the tendency for its clutch to slip. ChatGPT and its ilk don't have any way to assess what they're told unless it has been programmed in with mundane rules like "Disregard anything said by Joe Rogan or Jordan Peterson or etc, etc, etc", "Wikipedia is a good source for basic facts", etc.

It's the old dictum - garbage in, garbage out. I recommend Carl Sagan's Baloney Detector. Or Occam's Razor, if your taste in science popularizers tends to the old fashioned and/or tonsorial, as I suspect it might.

I enjoyed the way the AI response seemed to be tonally identical to every Brent Spiner performance as Lieutenant Commander Data on Star Trek: The Next Generation, but now I am down in the dumps again by wondering if what you say about firehose information streams would have a homeschooled AI wanting to listen to more Amy Grant. The prospect terrifies!  

Meanwhile, I admire the shades you're sporting in your photorealistic profile avatar. Are you C.I.A., K.G.B., or Tom Cruise? Please prepare a clarificatory statement.  

I think baloney detectors would be quickly shabbed if they fell into canine hands, so to speak, AND promote delicatessen consternation everywhere, which is why I use incongruity radar instead. Imagine the benefit to humanity if incongruity radar were mass produced to be mass incorporated cerebrally...Borg style. Oh! What a gift that would be, and completely compatible with my steampunk preference for popular science!

This thread has been fun to re-read. I bought the shades on a lark from some website called Jolly Nova, which I assume is one of those randomly generated Chinese business names like Billion Blessing Stamp and Die. The glasses are pretty good for driving, at least when I haven't engaged in too much screen reading, which leaves me a little cross-eyed. I had to get actual driving glasses to correct for that. Closing one eye is cheaper, but annoying.

I'm ashamed to admit I'm a fan of the steampunk esthetic. Well, punk in general, even if it's the synthetic portmanteau kind. Others might include Americanapunk / atomopunk, a la Fallout, starpunk, a la Star Wars, and fashionpunk, the oil and water mixture represented by the haute trash skewered by Zoolander.

I'm therefore one of perhaps twelve people who enjoyed the Will Smith version of Wild, Wild West, representing, as it does, what Captain Nemo would have done if he had been a land captain rather than a sea captain. And evil. Still, Nemo was more electropunk, I think.

I realize it's not very punk of me, but I think I actually prefer the punkmanteau versions. Few of them seem to involve jabbing a safety pin through your cheek.

Captain Nemo is in that rare character category with Doctor Doom, and really ought to have his own riveted armor as well.

He could have the Chinese make it by shelling out some seafloor doubloons he picked up somewhere to prevent the Imperialist running dogs of the west from frittering them away on Victorian Pinterest.

You nailed the interpretation.

I like to think so too, but I lack a robot's confidence:)

Which is one more reason to appreciate your comments!