[Hidden-tech] ChatGPT prompt -- I'm impressed

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So, am I the only person on this list who finds this entire phenomenon incredibly alarming?

Regards,
   Gordon Kramer

On Thursday, March 30, 2023 at 06:17:22 PM EDT, David O via Hidden-discuss <hidden-discuss at lists.hidden-tech.net> wrote:

So I went to ChatGPT (PLUS) and said:
Take this story and rewrite as an illustrated children's book in the style of Dr. Seuss.

ChatGPT:

Title: Tawanda and Mei's Zibber-Zabber Adventure

Page 1: (Illustration of Tawanda looking at a poster of the Harare International Festival of the Arts)
In the town of Harare, both day and night,
Young Tawanda dreamed of colorful sights.
The posters displayed all over the town,
Made his heart flutter, with joy unbound.

Page 2: (Illustration of Tawanda excitedly walking through the bustling festival)
The festival came and this little boy,
Wandered the streets filled with lively joy.
He saw people in colors, dancing and bright,
His eyes opened wide to this wondrous sight.

Page 3-4: (Illustration of Tawanda spotting Mei in the crowd and approaching her)
He wandered and gazed, and what did he see?
A girl looking lost, as lost as can be.
Her eyes like the night, her hair shining black,
Tawanda stepped forth, there was no turning back.

"Hello there, dear friend," he kindly inquired,
"Are you alright, or help is required?"
She turned with a smile, just as pretty as day,
In a dress of deep red and a blouse on display.

Page 5-7: (Illustration of Mei explaining her situation to Tawanda and them walking together, talking about music)
"My name is Mei, and I'm lost, it is true,
My parents are gone, and I don't know what to do."
So Tawanda took her hand, and they searched high and low,
As they bonded through music, their friendship did grow.

With an erhu from China and an mbira too,
The music they shared, it was something so new.
They laughed and they danced, and their spirits took flight,
In this Zibber-Zabber land, where music's alight.

Page 8-10: (Illustration of Tawanda and Mei finding Mei's parents, exchanging phone numbers and exploring the festival together)
Soon enough, they found Mei's parents so dear,
Tears of joy glistened, and the end seemed so near.
With a promise to stay in touch, numbers exchanged,
Tawanda and Mei explored, friendships rearranged.

In the world of the Harare, so colorful and grand,
They discovered more music - oh, it was so grand!
This little boy and girl, from worlds far apart,
United through music, a friendship to start.

Page 11-12: (Illustration of Tawanda and Mei hugging goodbye and waving farewell)
But as all good things must come to an end,
So too did the festival, for Tawanda, his friend.
With a hug and a wave, they said their goodbyes,
Their hearts filled with memories, under African skies.

So remember young Tawanda, and Mei of the East,
In a world filled with music, they shared quite a feast.
A lesson they learned, as the world seemed to dance,
Nothing unites quite like music and second chances.

The End.

ME: Not bad, but let's try it in blank verse using Shakespearean English.

ChatGPT:
Title: The Harmonious Tale of Tawanda and Mei

Page 1: (Illustration of Tawanda looking at a poster of the Harare International Festival of the Arts)
In fair Harare, where our scene unveils,
Lies Tawanda, dreaming in his humble bed,
Of music, dance, and theatre so grand,
Whilst posters brightly painted fill his head.

Page 2: (Illustration of Tawanda excitedly walking through the bustling festival)
Anon the festival begins with mirth,
Young Tawanda doth set foot and seek,
To witness festivities from diverse lands,
In fervent hope, performances unique.

Page 3-4: (Illustration of Tawanda spotting Mei in the crowd and approaching her)
In midst of merriment and joyous dance,
He spies a damsel lost and forlorn,
Her eyes as dark and deep as silent night,
Within her braids black strands of silk are worn.

"Good morrow, lady fair, canst thou be well?"
Young Tawanda softly inquires,
Her gaze now met, she graciously smiles,
In dress of crimson red and frock attires.

Page 5-7: (Illustration of Mei explaining her situation to Tawanda and them walking together, talking about music)
"Alas, I'm lost," the gentle maid doth speak,
"My name is Mei, and family I seek."
Quoth Tawanda, "Fear not, I shall assist,"
And hand in hand, they searched as the music persist.

In their quest for kinsmen, they did converse,
Of melodious tales and love for art,
From China's erhu to Zimbabwe's mbira,
Their shared passions ignited a friendship to start.

Page 8-10: (Illustration of Tawanda and Mei finding Mei's parents, exchanging information, and exploring the festival together)
At length, they found the guardians of sweet Mei,
United in relief and boundless cheer,
With promises of future contact made,
Our friends emerged to celebrate good cheer.

Varied arts of wondrous skills they saw,
From farthest corners of the Earth displayed,
In Harare's festival they danced and sang,
As Tawanda and Mei's friendship further weighed.

Page 11-12: (Illustration of Tawanda and Mei hugging goodbye and waving farewell)
Alas, the revelry would soon be o'er,
Their parting filled with tender, bittersweet,
The newfound comrades hugged and waved adieu,
Their story etched in memory, complete.

For in this tale of Tawanda and Mei,
A truth is found, a lesson to convey,
In friendship forged through rhythm and sweet notes,
We find our bond, though from the farthest bay.

The End.

On Tue, Mar 28, 2023 at 11:40 PM Michael Muller via Hidden-discuss <hidden-discuss at lists.hidden-tech.net<mailto:hidden-discuss at lists.hidden-tech.net>> wrote:

Ok, I finally set up an account at chat.openai.com/chat<http://chat.openai.com/chat> and gave the following prompt: "Write a short story about a Zimbabwe boy child and a Chinese girl child who meet at a festival and become friends." The result was a well written, pretty heart warming story.

As a programmer, I can sort of softly peel back a couple of the layers to explain how it came up with this, but not the whole thing.

BTW, the Arts festival it lists is real and is happening in four weeks in Zimbabwe, and Tawanda is the 54th most popular name for boys there.

Mik

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Write a short story about a Zimbabwe boy child and a Chinese girl child who meet at a festival and become friends.

Tawanda had always been fascinated by the colorful posters plastered all over town, announcing the upcoming Harare International Festival of the Arts. He had never been to a festival before, and the idea of seeing music, theater, and dance performances from all over the world made him tingle with excitement.

On the first day of the festival, Tawanda found himself wandering through the bustling crowds, his eyes wide with wonder. Everywhere he looked, there were people from all walks of life, dressed in their most colorful and extravagant outfits. As he was making his way through a particularly busy section of the festival, he spotted a young girl standing by herself, gazing up at the towering buildings around her. She looked lost and a little scared, and Tawanda felt a sudden urge to help her.

"Hello," he said, approaching her cautiously. "Are you okay?"

The girl turned to him and smiled, and Tawanda was struck by her beauty. Her eyes were dark and almond-shaped, and her hair was black and shiny, pulled back into two long braids. She wore a traditional Chinese dress, with a bright red silk skirt and a white blouse adorned with delicate embroidery.

"I'm fine," she said in perfect English. "I'm just a little lost. My parents went to see a show, and I got separated from them."

Tawanda knew what it was like to feel lost in a crowd. He offered to help the girl look for her parents, and together they started weaving their way through the sea of people. As they walked, Tawanda learned that the girl's name was Mei, and that she was visiting Zimbabwe with her family.

As they searched, Tawanda and Mei discovered that they had more in common than they thought. They both loved music, and Tawanda was thrilled to learn that Mei played the erhu, a traditional Chinese instrument. Mei was equally fascinated by Tawanda's stories of Zimbabwean mbira music and dance.

Eventually, they found Mei's parents waiting anxiously by the entrance to the main theater. Mei's mother was overjoyed to see her daughter safe and sound, and she thanked Tawanda for his kindness. Tawanda and Mei exchanged phone numbers, promising to stay in touch after the festival was over.

For the rest of the festival, Tawanda and Mei hung out together, exploring the different performances and getting to know each other better. They laughed and danced and sang, and Tawanda felt a deep sense of joy and connection that he had never experienced before. He had made a friend from a completely different culture, and it had opened up a whole new world for him.

As the festival came to a close, Tawanda felt a twinge of sadness knowing that he and Mei would have to say goodbye. But he also felt a sense of gratitude, for the friendship that had bloomed between them in the most unexpected of places. He knew that he would always treasure the memory of that magical week, and the girl from China who had taught him that no matter where you come from, music and friendship can bring people together.

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Mik Muller, president
Montague WebWorks
20 River Street, Greenfield, MA
413-320-5336
http://MontagueWebWorks.com
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