Post-GPT-4
The Beatles worried if they'd be needed or fed after turning 64. AI might force us to make similar pleas far sooner.
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"Post-GPT-4"
When my AI is wise and aware,
Several weeks from now,
Will you renegotiate the cost of time?
Paid below the poverty line?
Back in the days of GPT-3,
Teachers cursed and swore.
Essays completed, standards exceeded…
With GPT-4!
So much work to do…
But when you ask for help,
Bots can learn from you!
Will I have value, skills I can use?
Will my mind live on?
Will I be depressingly unqualified,
Worthless, useless, tossed to the side?
When my AI holds ten PhDs
And can sweep the floor
Tasks are completed, am I still needed,
Post-GPT-4?
I’ll address my master, be obsequious and so polite,
As I quake in fear.
Will the code behave?
Helpful, and built to please,
Now I’m just its slave?
Pen me a sonnet, help me to rhyme,
Edit, and review,
When a better lyricist arrives one day,
I’ll be mournful, fading away,
Help me debug, ensure I’m informed,
Build a kind rapport,
Promise you’ll feed me, when you don’t need me,
Please, GPT-4!
Written By: "Weird Ev" Coopersmith @ AE Studio
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"When I'm 64"
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight,
If it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
Written By: The Beatles, 1967
