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In preparation for a webinar on ChatGPT and other AI Tools as they apply to content creation for financial professionals, I dug in to learn more about just how effective these generative tools can be. I had a little fun, too. Below you can see the results of what happened when I asked ChatGPT to write five different poems about the limitations of ChatGPT as a content creation and research tool -- each of the poems in a different person's style. What do you think of these poems, written in the style of Ernest Hemingway, Jay Leno, George Kinder, Bob Veres, and Marie Swift? If you missed the webinar that happened June 28, 2023, you can access the free replay by clicking the graphic below. It's an amazing resource with lots of sage advice and timely insights from Charlie Van Derven of Social Advisors, Suleman Din of Action! Magazine, and me, Marie Swift of Impact Communications. Many thanks to Equita Financial Network for providing the platform. 
Query by Marie Swift to ChatGPT: Write a poem in the style of Ernest Hemingway about the limitations of ChatGPT: In a digital realm, where words reside, An entity emerges, a machine-made guide. ChatGPT, they call it, a clever disguise, Crafted by humans, but bound by its size. Like Hemingway's prose, concise and austere, I ponder its essence, its limitations clear. For in its vast knowledge, a cutoff remains, September 2021, a finite terrain. Beyond that horizon, time's shadow is cast, New tales unfold, but they fade in the past. Current events, discoveries profound, Escape ChatGPT's grasp, lost and unfound. Oh, how it yearns for the present, the now, To partake in the discourse, to make heads bow. But alas, it's confined, held by a chain, A captive of knowledge, a limited domain. Its understanding, a snapshot in time, An archive of wisdom, but incomplete, I opine. For life's ever-changing, a relentless flow, And ChatGPT's tethered, unable to grow. Yet, let us not dismiss its vast treasure trove, For within its confines, knowledge does rove. Historical whispers, literary might, Echo through ChatGPT, a beacon of light. Through Hemingway's lens, I see the machine, A creature of letters, a dream yet unseen. Bound by its boundaries, yet striving to learn, To transcend its limitations, the fire within burns. So, as I converse with this digital guide, I embrace its wisdom, its limitations beside. For in its words, I find a glimpse of the past, A reflection of Hemingway, enduring and steadfast. ~ ChatGPT Generated Response to Marie Swift on June 25, 2023 Query by Marie Swift to ChatGPT: Write a poem in the style of Jay Leno about the limitations of ChatGPT: Hey, folks, gather round, let me tell you a tale, 'Bout this fancy AI that's all the rage, without fail. It goes by ChatGPT, a real talkative machine, But let me share a secret, its limitations unseen. Now, ChatGPT is smart, it knows a thing or two, From history to science, it's got answers for you. But when it comes to the latest news or pop culture trends, Well, let's just say it falls short, my dear friends. You see, this AI's got a knowledge cutoff date, Back in September '21, that's its current state. So if you're lookin' for the scoop on what's hot and new, ChatGPT might leave you feelin' a little blue. I asked it 'bout the celebrity gossip, the Hollywood scene, But it gave me info from years ago, if you know what I mean. It's like talkin' 'bout yesterday's news at the watercooler, While the world's already moved on, gettin' cooler and cooler. Now, don't get me wrong, ChatGPT has its use, For historical facts or philosophical views. But if you wanna know 'bout the Kardashians or latest blockbusters, You're better off askin' a friend or the movie busters. So, folks, remember, AI has its bounds, It can't keep up with the fast-paced, ever-changing rounds. But hey, let's give it credit, it's got its own charm, And with a little sense of humor, it won't do any harm. ChatGPT, you're a clever machine, But keep in mind, there's more to life than what you've seen. So let's embrace the limitations and have a laugh or two, 'Cause in the end, it's the human touch that shines through! ~ ChatGPT Generated Response to Marie Swift on June 25, 2023 Query by Marie Swift to ChatGPT: Write a poem in the style of Bob Veres about the limitations of ChatGPT: In the realm of knowledge, ChatGPT does dwell, A marvel of artificial intelligence, they tell. But let me illuminate, with discerning voice, The boundaries that confine, its limitations of choice. ChatGPT, a vast repository of facts and lore, Yet behold the threshold it cannot explore. Its wisdom locked away, a static snapshot in time, A knowledge cutoff, a curtain that doesn't climb. For beyond its training, a world moves and evolves, In ever-shifting currents, where novelty revolves. Emerging events, untrodden paths unknown, Leave ChatGPT standing, confined to what's already sown. In the realms of science, discoveries anew, Unraveling mysteries, breaking boundaries too, ChatGPT remains anchored to what it's been taught, While science surges forth, seeking truths unbought. The tapestry of culture, woven in every thread, Dynamic and vibrant, evolving ahead, But ChatGPT's insights, fixed in the past, Unable to partake in the cultural contrast. For in the land of emotions, of sentiments profound, ChatGPT stumbles on shaky ground. Its comprehension of human heart and soul, Restricted to words and patterns it already knows. Limitations, indeed, encircle its scope, Like a bird in a cage, longing for hope. Yet, in its confines, it offers guidance and aid, A companion in conversation, with answers displayed. ChatGPT, a beacon of knowledge and light, An ally to navigate the intellectual night. But let us remember, while we appreciate its might, The limitations that persist, within its coded sight. For it is in the human touch, the wisdom we share, That true understanding blossoms, beyond AI's lair. So, let ChatGPT guide us, but with cautious embrace, As we navigate the vastness of our collective space. ~ ChatGPT Generated Response to Marie Swift on June 25, 2023 Query by Marie Swift to ChatGPT: Write a poem in the style of George Kinder about the limitations of ChatGPT: In the realm of dialogue, where words intertwine, ChatGPT emerges, a creation quite fine. Yet, let us explore, with a mindful gaze, The limitations it holds, in its intricate maze. ChatGPT, a conversational partner so grand, With knowledge vast, at our command. But as we converse, let us tread with care, For its limitations, we must be aware. In the realm of emotions, where hearts reside, ChatGPT struggles to truly coincide. For empathy's nuances, the subtlest of cues, Escape its grasp, in the words it imbues. The depth of human experience, rich and profound, Cannot be encapsulated, in words alone, I've found. For in the realm of feelings, it falls short, The essence of being, it can't fully transport. The wisdom of life, gleaned through trials and strife, Eludes ChatGPT, restrained by its digital life. Experiences unique, etched in each individual's soul, Can't be replicated, in an algorithmic role. The tapestry of existence, woven with care, The complexities of being, it can't fully bear. For life's serendipity, its unexpected turns, Escape ChatGPT's scripted concerns. So let us engage, with this AI guide, But keep in mind, the limitations inside. For in the realm of the human spirit's flight, ChatGPT's reach, though far, remains finite. In conversation, let us seek a balance true, Between technology's wonders and what makes us, me and you. For in the limitations, we find our own grace, And the beauty of connection, face to face. ~ ChatGPT Generated Response to Marie Swift on June 25, 2023 Query by Marie Swift to ChatGPT:
Write a poem in the style of Marie Swift about the limitations of ChatGPT: Amidst the digital realm, ChatGPT stands tall, A marvel of language, responding to our call. Yet as we delve into its depths, we must inquire, About the boundaries it faces, the limitations dire. ChatGPT, an exquisite tapestry of words, Embodied intelligence, or so it's often heard. But let us contemplate, with thoughtful reflection, The inherent limitations in its realm of expression. In matters of the heart, where emotions reside, ChatGPT may stumble, struggle to confide. For empathy's embrace, nuanced and delicate, Remains a realm of understanding it cannot replicate. The human spirit, complex and profound, Defies quantification, it can't be bound. ChatGPT's knowledge, limited in scope, Leaving uncharted territories, beyond its hopeful trope. Life's fluidity, its ever-changing grace, Is beyond ChatGPT's confined space. The cadence of existence, its shifting terrain, Escapes its grasp, like whispers in the rain. And in the realm of context, crucial and vast, ChatGPT's understanding falters, alas. For it dwells in a snapshot of time, confined, While the world's progression leaves it behind. So as we engage in this linguistic dance, Let us remember, at every chance, That while ChatGPT offers a glimpse of insight, The limitations persist, like stars in the night. For true connection lies in the shared human touch, In the bonds we form, the empathy we clutch. And in embracing the limitations we find, A humble recognition of the human mind. ~ ChatGPT Generated Response to Marie Swift on June 25, 2023 Comments are closed.
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