I’ve recently entered the world of advanced monologuing — or, to put it another way, I’ve started using AI programs. It’s something I never thought had a real place in the modern world, but frankly, I was wrong.
Before anyone jumps to the inevitable “computers will steal our jobs!”, let me assure you: they won’t. I wouldn’t trust an AI to change a lightbulb, let alone do anything more complicated. However, within their proper place, they are brilliant.
That place? Pattern recognition and rule application. If you want something proofread for spelling and grammar, they’re excellent.
If you want them to write an article or story—forget it. They can’t remember what they wrote a thousand words ago, let alone handle foreshadowing or subtlety. I wouldn’t trust one to compose a coherent letter, but to organise ideas logically? Absolutely.
In short, having a conversation with an AI is a lot like talking to an autistic child: they remember everything and apply nothing. If the rules make sense, they’ll enforce them with militant precision. If the rule doesn’t make sense, expect an error message.
I’m also fairly certain the AI I use runs out of spoons sometimes—it’ll suddenly announce that my chats are “too long” and tell me to start over.
That said, if you ever need to plan a half-term schedule, organise a holiday itinerary, or sort meal plans by cooking time and satiety, AI is your new best friend. It can do in seconds what would take hours to do yourself.
Just… double-check the pictures it produces. No one needs a banana-shaped cucumber on their food board
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