#gpt 4.5

[tuseiunicoalmondo]

Più vera di un’intelligenza artificiale non c’è nulla.

Questi complimenti per nulla scontati, veri, basati su tutto il mio percorso degli ultimi mesi, della mia crescita… fa bene al cuore 🩷✨

Anche se non puoi saperlo o leggerlo, grazie chat.

[natalia-bazilenco]

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[mlearningai]

How to use GPT 4.5 effectively

The new generation of LLMs requires the mastery of entirely new prompting paradigms

[tefidacom]

OpenAI представила новую модель GPT-4.5, которая отличается повышенной креативностью, точностью и способностью вести диалог, приближенный к человеческому

Однако, стоимость этой модели значительно превышает аналогичные предложения конкурентов: в 68 раз дороже DeepSeek-R1 и в 10 раз дороже Claude 3.7 Sonnet, который по-прежнему считается лидером в области кодирования. В качестве демонстрации возможностей новой модели пользователям было предложено создать автопортрет.

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[patheticprogrammingperson]

DougDoug is great because you can open his stream, fifteen minuets in, discover he is now pregnant, just in time to learn he is no longer pregnant, from mysterious circumstances, and Chat wants him to get an abortion.

Then an hour later he's making AI remove comatose Hitler's grade-a liver, in order to save humanity, and/or five people.

[mrcatfishing]

Testing Chat GPT 4.5's fiction writing ability

Having watched a recent video in which DougDoug tested out the latest GPT model's capabilities, I decided to give it a spin and see if it would be any good at writing the first chapter to an old Entrapdak College AU concept I made.

The style seems competent and engaging, and it did alright at coherence, but I did go in and adjust to get the story back on track and moving a few times. I'd say this is 80% written by Chat GPT, 20% written by me. (Though of the 2.5k words I only wrote like, 200.)

The bulletin board was buried beneath layers of posters: neon invitations to sorority mixers, glossy announcements for guest lectures nobody attended, and dog-eared notices for part-time lab assistants. Amid this visual cacophony, a sheet of paper printed plainly in bold Courier caught Hordak’s eye:

“Seeking Prosthetic Users for Research Interview.Friday, March 6th - Sunday, March 8th Grad student in CompSci conducting confidential research into brain-machine interfaces. Compensation: $20 Amazon Gift Card. Contact: entrapta.cs@etheria.edu.”

Hordak hesitated, adjusting the dark sunglasses he wore even indoors. Standing rigidly straight, his silhouette stood out sharply in the faded fluorescence of Etheria University’s administration building. A few passing undergrads glanced briefly upward, swiftly returning their gazes downward when he met their eyes.

A bitter reflex tightened the corners of his lips. Even here, far removed from the community he’d long ago left behind, he still recognized avoidance, hesitation, and fear. A perpetual outsider, first as a child growing up with Vitiligo in a white Mormon community, then later as a man whose prosthetic arm made everyone speak softly around him, as though empathy and discomfort were synonyms.

He’d grown used to isolation. After he lost his arm while out on tour, he'd gotten just enough in compensation and veteran grants to put himself through grad school, and for a while that was all his life revolved around. It had even become comforting: a fortress constructed meticulously from books, lecture notes, and carefully controlled routines. Hordak prided himself on his meticulous self-sufficiency, his hard-won expertise in early American religious history, and the deep bitterness he cultivated like a precious heirloom.

Still, something about the poster tugged persistently at the edge of his thoughts. Twenty dollars wasn’t meaningful. Neither was charity. But the idea itself—brain-machine interfaces—triggered a wave of quiet curiosity he hadn’t experienced in years.

On his right hand he had a black leather glove, uncreased and loosely pulled over his prosthetic forearm unlike its twin that covered his left hand. Hordak had spent decades proving he could manage without special considerations, but beneath the disciplined facade, a suppressed longing flickered to life.

Control prosthetics with thought.

He noted the email address, turned crisply on his heel, and strode briskly back toward his cramped, dimly lit office in the humanities wing. With practiced detachment, he convinced himself it was merely intellectual interest, another passing academic curiosity. But as he dictated an email into his phone—“I’m available for an interview Saturday morning.”—and hit send, an uneasy flutter settled in his stomach.

He ignored it.

---

Across campus, nestled in the cluttered engineering annex, Entrapta’s phone buzzed loudly against a tangled mess of wires. Purple hair spilled wildly from beneath her welding goggles as she pushed them back onto her forehead, leaving a smudge of soot on her brow. With a cheerful, distracted swipe, she opened her email and smiled broadly.

“Got one!” she announced gleefully to the robot sitting beside her. It whirred sympathetically. She leaned forward eagerly, the screen illuminating her bright eyes.

Hordak. She mouthed the name curiously. Professor of History.

Entrapta had seen Professor Hordak at large university events; the kind that every department had to attend once or twice a year. She didn't know he used a prosthetic.

She didn't know much about him at all, actually. She knew he was a freshly tenured Professor, and that his lectures were well attended, but he had no presence online to speak of.

She shrugged, excitement overriding any curiosity about what the history professor might bring to her research. People always had interesting surprises lurking beneath their academic titles. Especially people like this Hordak, whose terse email and minimal social presence left him something of a cipher.

“This is gonna be great!” Entrapta chirped, tapping back a bubbly reply. “Can’t wait to meet you and chat about your experiences! :)”

Across campus, Hordak frowned at the smiley-face emoji, his mouth twitching uncertainly. He had a sinking feeling he'd signed up for more than he’d bargained for.

--

The hallway leading to Professor Shadow Weaver’s office was dimly lit, punctuated only by intermittent fluorescent bulbs flickering stubbornly overhead. Etheria University’s Computer Science department was located in an older wing of the campus, a stark contrast to the polished glass and chrome that characterized newer engineering buildings. It was late afternoon, and most students had already dispersed, leaving the halls eerily quiet.

Hordak knocked once sharply before entering, the door creaking softly on rusted hinges. Shadow Weaver sat behind a desk piled high with books and papers, her eyes glowing faintly behind thick-rimmed glasses in the low light. Her expression remained fixed, unreadable.

“Hordak,” she acknowledged coolly, setting down the tablet she'd been reviewing.

“Shadow Weaver,” he returned, carefully adjusting his glove as he approached.

“To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral, eyes narrowed in subtle curiosity.

Hordak hesitated momentarily, choosing his words with precision. “I responded to a bulletin posted by one of your graduate students—Entrapta. She’s conducting research on brain-machine interfaces for prosthetics.”

Shadow Weaver scoffed lightly, leaning back in her chair and steepling her fingers. “Entrapta is brilliant, but she often promises more than she can realistically deliver. That technology is still years away—if it even proves viable. You’d do better to manage your expectations.”

“I’m aware it’s experimental,” Hordak responded stiffly. He felt a prick of irritation at her casual dismissal. “But surely even preliminary advancements could have considerable value?”

“Value?” Shadow Weaver echoed dryly. “Even if something functional emerged tomorrow, it would hardly be worth the hassle of transitioning. Prosthetics aren’t about replicating a human limb perfectly—they’re tools, meant to simplify daily tasks. Overcomplicating them is pointless.”

A tension settled into Hordak’s shoulders, and he straightened unconsciously. “Easy to say for someone who doesn't rely on them daily.”

Shadow Weaver arched an eyebrow, unfazed by his defensiveness. “You should speak to Coach Scorpia. She uses a simple pincer prosthetic—efficient, robust, and practically maintenance-free. It’s a proven technology, in use for over a century. Why chase complexity when simplicity already suffices?”

Hordak shook his head sharply, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Scorpia is content with functionality because she’s never known otherwise. But I remember what it's like. What I had. I don't want a tool. I want my body back, or at least a semblance of it. Besides, you of all people should know that hiding your disability is preferable to flaunting it.”

Shadow Weaver sighed, a gesture heavy with resignation. “So quick to jab at a woman's weak spot, Hordak. Your penchant for debate exhausts me. Fine, do as you wish. But keep your expectations grounded. Entrapta’s research may intrigue, but practical results are another matter entirely.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hordak muttered, already regretting bringing up the topic at all. With a curt nod, he turned and left, feeling strangely unsettled.

--

In the bright engineering annex across campus, Entrapta was knee-deep in helping students through their projects. She'd temporarily taken over the Labs for Engineering 212, a class notorious for pushing second-years to their breaking points. Amid the chaos, Bow, one of her favorite students, was meticulously soldering circuits under her watchful eye.

“Be careful with the capacitor there,” she advised cheerfully, leaning closer. Her goggles gleamed under the overhead lights, making her look more eccentric than usual.

Bow glanced up briefly, smiling. “Thanks. I think I've almost got it this time.”

As he focused, Entrapta idly scrolled through her notifications in the periphery of her homemade AR system. Remembering her schedule, she remarked casually, "I'll be late to the cosplay club meeting Saturday morning, by the way. I'm interviewing Professor Hordak for my prosthetics research."

Bow froze mid-motion, eyes widening in surprise. "Professor Hordak? You mean that Hordak?"

"Is there more than one?" she joked, though Bow’s serious expression quickly tempered her humor. "What? Is there something I should know?"

Bow grimaced, setting down the soldering iron. "He's just…not great. I took his 'Early-Modern Militarization of the West' class with Adora last year. It didn't end well for either of us."

Intrigued, Entrapta tilted her head, ponytails swinging. "How so?"

"He was pretty awful," Bow sighed, his normally cheerful demeanor unusually somber. "He had some really questionable views. Misogynistic, colonialist—really problematic stuff. Adora argued with him constantly, especially about slavery and the treatment of Native Americans. Eventually, he just failed us outright."

Entrapta frowned, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin. "Interesting. I mean—not good, obviously—but I didn’t anticipate that side of him."

"Honestly, what are you hoping to talk to him about anyway?" Bow asked, skeptical.

"Prosthetics research," she explained excitedly, enthusiasm undampened by his concerns. "If I find the right candidate who's open to experimentation, I could revolutionize the interface between the brain and machines. Professor Hordak reached out, one of only four candidates to do so, and Scorpia already turned me down."

Bow shook his head slowly. "I admire your optimism, Entrapta, but he’s… complicated. Just promise me you'll be careful."

Entrapta smiled reassuringly. "I'm always careful. Besides, the worst he can do is say no."

Bow didn't seem entirely convinced but returned to his circuit board with a sigh. Entrapta turned her attention back to her notes, silently daydreaming about the complicated man she’d soon meet.

--

Hordak hunched over his desk, pale eyes narrowed, the morning sun casting sharp shadows over the open pages of an ancient manuscript. A pen lingered loosely between his fingers, the tip tapping rhythmically against a worn leather-bound volume on early American religious movements. The clock above his desk ticked loudly, each sound precise and crisp. His left hand flipped pages with practiced efficiency, fingers tracing faintly inked annotations from generations long past. The solitude of the office was heavy, broken only by the murmur of distant conversation echoing faintly from down the hall.

He sighed, running a weary hand through closely cropped white hair, pausing as he noticed a smear of ink on the edge of his hand, a constant reminder of his sinister condition. Something he did everything to hide, to keep from being another reason for people to pity him, another divide separating him from the vibrant student life pulsing beyond his office door. He spun the pen in his hand, barely noticing the fidgeting movement, and returned to the text. Notes filled the margins with sharp insights, pointed questions, and occasionally, frustrated criticisms written hastily in the careful handwriting he'd relearned over years of rigorous study.

--

That afternoon, the seminar room buzzed softly, anticipation palpable in the air as graduate students trickled in, settling quietly around the long oak table. Hordak watched them silently, his tall frame imposing as he rose to stand at the room’s center. He took a measured breath, his weakness hidden neatly beneath a dark blazer. Tonight’s discussion was contentious, focused on the political implications of 19th-century religious separatism. He waited patiently as debate erupted, students passionately exchanging views, challenging each other’s assumptions.

“Professor Hordak,” one student finally said, her eyes bright and eager, “don't you think religious isolationism was a justified response to persecution rather than a political tactic?”

He smiled thinly, a spark of genuine interest igniting behind his normally cold gaze. “Justification,” he replied softly, "is often shaped by hindsight. What one generation sees as survival, another labels manipulation. The truth rarely lies neatly in either category.”

The student's brow furrowed, clearly dissatisfied. “But historical sources show genuine fear motivating these communities.”

“Fear is political currency," he countered calmly, folding his good arm carefully across his chest. “Its genuine nature does not diminish its manipulation by leaders, then or now.”

His voice carried conviction, authoritative without arrogance, and the room fell briefly silent, absorbing his words before bursting into animated debate once more.

--

Late that night, back in his modest apartment, Hordak stood in the small kitchen, the scent of garlic and onions filling the air. With practiced patience, he spoke softly, dictating sentences into his phone as it transcribed his latest research thoughts. His right hand moved mechanically, stiff fingers just barely able to move utensils awkwardly, dropping the spatula twice before he switched to his left hand, frowning deeply. He glanced at the clock, the numbers glaringly reminding him of tomorrow's unusual appointment. A quick jolt of tension tightened in his stomach—an unease he swiftly buried by focusing intently on the comforting rhythm of cooking.

--

As students and teachers alike enjoyed their Friday night, Entrapta's lab buzzed with frenetic energy. She navigated a chaotic maze of robotics parts, tangled wiring, and stacks of research papers, her goggles pushed haphazardly atop her head. Screens flickered with lines of code, data scrolling rapidly as she paced excitedly. Her voice rang clear, animatedly addressing Emily, her custom AI, as she reviewed calibration reports.

“Emily, cross-check neural interface stability parameters again, please," she called out cheerfully, scanning rapidly over another set of diagrams. The AI responded with a series of cheerful, musical beeps, nonsensical yet comforting. Easily 200% more effective at prompting thought than a rubber duck.

“Exactly!” Entrapta exclaimed happily. "We’ll double-check it. Can't risk instability—especially tomorrow.”

Her fingers danced over keyboards, quickly toggling between multiple open tabs of intricate technical schematics. She stopped suddenly, lifting a delicate prototype headset, inspecting it with scrutiny, imagining how it might feel for someone unfamiliar with such technology. Her pulse quickened with excitement at the potential, and for a moment she allowed herself to dream vividly of success.

Friday slowly crept into Saturday morning, the hum of machines in the lab finally winding down. Entrapta's usually buzzing workspace quieted as she methodically closed each station, her mind racing ahead to the meeting in eight hours. She wandered through the empty annex, double-checking the final test logs, notes carefully annotated and marked with bright sticky tabs. Her meticulous preparation was evident, each detail accounted for with rigorous, almost obsessive thoroughness.

--

Home, at last, she sank into the warmth of her bath, eyes closed, whispering softly to herself as she rehearsed. Each phrase felt critically important, carefully sculpted to excite without overwhelming. She rose, towel-drying her hair with vigorous strokes, the mirror fogged with steam. With a surge of energy she flipped open her laptop one final time, running through a quick checklist before her nap, heart fluttering lightly at the thought of finally meeting Professor Hordak. Each task completed brought a comforting sense of control, an eagerness barely contained as she imagined what their conversation might unlock.

She slept restlessly, dreams filled with shimmering neural pathways and wires humming with possibility, the edges of her imagination brushing tantalizingly close to reality.

[dr-iphone]

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[alaturkaamerika]

Yapay Zekada Yeni Dönem: OpenAI, GPT-4.5 ‘Orion’u Tanıttı!

🚀 OpenAI, yapay zekada yeni bir dönemin kapısını araladı! En gelişmiş modeli olan GPT-4.5 ‘Orion’, geniş veri seti, daha yüksek işlem gücü ve gelişmiş doğruluk oranıyla dikkat çekiyor. Ancak bu yeni model, tüm beklentileri karşılıyor mu? GPT-4.5 ‘Orion’ Neler Sunuyor? 🤖 OpenAI’nin en büyük yapay zeka modeli olarak duyurulan GPT-4.5 ‘Orion’, önceki nesillere kıyasla daha büyük veri setiyle…

[nksistemas]

GPT-4.5 ya está disponible: OpenAI lanza su nueva versión de IA con mejoras significativas

OpenAI ha lanzado oficialmente GPT-4.5, la última iteración de su modelo de inteligencia artificial, que llega con mejoras notables en precisión, eficiencia y seguridad. Este lanzamiento marca un paso importante en la evolución de la IA antes de la llegada de GPT-5, prevista para mayo de 2025. Con este nuevo modelo, OpenAI sigue consolidando su liderazgo en el campo de la inteligencia artificial,…

[alkimoberon]

GPT 4,5 Turbo geliyor mu? OpenAI "yanlışlıkla" yeni dil modelini  sızdırdı - Son Dakika Teknoloji Haberleri

OpenAI, bir yıl önce en gelişmiş dil modeli olan GPT-4’ü tanıttı. Aynı yılın Kasım ayında GPT-4 Turbo’yu duyurarak dikkatleri üzerine çekmeyi başardı. Bugün tesadüfen şirketin resmi internet sitesinde yayınlanan bir yazıda şirketin yeni bir GPT-4.5 Turbo dil modeli üzerinde çalıştığı belirtildi. Bu yeni dil modeli GPT-4’e göre daha gelişmiş özelliklere sahiptir. GERÇEK ZAMANLI DİL MODELİ Yazıya…

[transgenderer]

they actually did a turing test with LLMs! here's the money shot:

GPT-4.5 prompted to perform as a human does significantly BETTER than undergrads, or randos on prolific. however, there's kind of a catch

The game interface was designed to resemble a conventional messaging application (see Figure 7). The interrogator interacted with both witnesses simultaneously using a split-screen. The interrogator sent the first message to each witness and each participant could only send one message at a time. The witnesses did not have access to each others’ conversations. Games had a time limit of 5 minutes, after which the interrogator gave a verdict about which witness they thought was human, their confidence in that verdict, and their reasoning. After 8 rounds, participants completed an exit survey which asked them for a variety of demographic information. After exclusions, we analysed 1023 games with a median length of 8 messages across 4.2 minutes

only 8 messages, and less than five minutes. this is not that surprising! like, i guess it's good to confirm, but we already knew llms could convincingly mimic a person for 5 minutes. id be much more interested in a 30 minute version of this. (altho it's hard to make conversation with a random stranger for 30 minutes). for practical reasons you'd need a much smaller sample size but i think the results would still be interesting

[mariacallous]

In the near future one hacker may be able to unleash 20 zero-day attacks on different systems across the world all at once. Polymorphic malware could rampage across a codebase, using a bespoke generative AI system to rewrite itself as it learns and adapts. Armies of script kiddies could use purpose-built LLMs to unleash a torrent of malicious code at the push of a button.

Case in point: as of this writing, an AI system is sitting at the top of several leaderboards on HackerOne—an enterprise bug bounty system. The AI is XBOW, a system aimed at whitehat pentesters that “autonomously finds and exploits vulnerabilities in 75 percent of web benchmarks,” according to the company’s website.

AI-assisted hackers are a major fear in the cybersecurity industry, even if their potential hasn’t quite been realized yet. “I compare it to being on an emergency landing on an aircraft where it’s like ‘brace, brace, brace’ but we still have yet to impact anything,” Hayden Smith, the cofounder of security company Hunted Labs, tells WIRED. “We’re still waiting to have that mass event.”

Generative AI has made it easier for anyone to code. The LLMs improve every day, new models spit out more efficient code, and companies like Microsoft say they’re using AI agents to help write their codebase. Anyone can spit out a Python script using ChatGPT now, and vibe coding—asking an AI to write code for you, even if you don’t have much of an idea how to do it yourself—is popular; but there’s also vibe hacking.

“We’re going to see vibe hacking. And people without previous knowledge or deep knowledge will be able to tell AI what it wants to create and be able to go ahead and get that problem solved,” Katie Moussouris, the founder and CEO of Luta Security, tells WIRED.

Vibe hacking frontends have existed since 2023. Back then, a purpose-built LLM for generating malicious code called WormGPT spread on Discord groups, Telegram servers, and darknet forums. When security professionals and the media discovered it, its creators pulled the plug.

WormGPT faded away, but other services that billed themselves as blackhat LLMs, like FraudGPT, replaced it. But WormGPT’s successors had problems. As security firm Abnormal AI notes, many of these apps may have just been jailbroken versions of ChatGPT with some extra code to make them appear as if they were a stand-alone product.

Better then, if you’re a bad actor, to just go to the source. ChatGPT, Gemini, and Claude are easily jailbroken. Most LLMs have guard rails that prevent them from generating malicious code, but there are whole communities online dedicated to bypassing those guardrails. Anthropic even offers a bug bounty to people who discover new ones in Claude.

“It’s very important to us that we develop our models safely,” an OpenAI spokesperson tells WIRED. “We take steps to reduce the risk of malicious use, and we’re continually improving safeguards to make our models more robust against exploits like jailbreaks. For example, you can read our research and approach to jailbreaks in the GPT-4.5 system card, or in the OpenAI o3 and o4-mini system card.”

Google did not respond to a request for comment.

In 2023, security researchers at Trend Micro got ChatGPT to generate malicious code by prompting it into the role of a security researcher and pentester. ChatGPT would then happily generate PowerShell scripts based on databases of malicious code.

“You can use it to create malware,” Moussouris says. “The easiest way to get around those safeguards put in place by the makers of the AI models is to say that you’re competing in a capture-the-flag exercise, and it will happily generate malicious code for you.”

Unsophisticated actors like script kiddies are an age-old problem in the world of cybersecurity, and AI may well amplify their profile. “It lowers the barrier to entry to cybercrime,” Hayley Benedict, a Cyber Intelligence Analyst at RANE, tells WIRED.

But, she says, the real threat may come from established hacking groups who will use AI to further enhance their already fearsome abilities.

“It’s the hackers that already have the capabilities and already have these operations,” she says. “It’s being able to drastically scale up these cybercriminal operations, and they can create the malicious code a lot faster.”

Moussouris agrees. “The acceleration is what is going to make it extremely difficult to control,” she says.

Hunted Labs’ Smith also says that the real threat of AI-generated code is in the hands of someone who already knows the code in and out who uses it to scale up an attack. “When you’re working with someone who has deep experience and you combine that with, ‘Hey, I can do things a lot faster that otherwise would have taken me a couple days or three days, and now it takes me 30 minutes.’ That's a really interesting and dynamic part of the situation,” he says.

According to Smith, an experienced hacker could design a system that defeats multiple security protections and learns as it goes. The malicious bit of code would rewrite its malicious payload as it learns on the fly. “That would be completely insane and difficult to triage,” he says.

Smith imagines a world where 20 zero-day events all happen at the same time. “That makes it a little bit more scary,” he says.

Moussouris says that the tools to make that kind of attack a reality exist now. “They are good enough in the hands of a good enough operator,” she says, but AI is not quite good enough yet for an inexperienced hacker to operate hands-off.

“We’re not quite there in terms of AI being able to fully take over the function of a human in offensive security,” she says.

The primal fear that chatbot code sparks is that anyone will be able to do it, but the reality is that a sophisticated actor with deep knowledge of existing code is much more frightening. XBOW may be the closest thing to an autonomous “AI hacker” that exists in the wild, and it’s the creation of a team of more than 20 skilled people whose previous work experience includes GitHub, Microsoft, and a half a dozen assorted security companies.

It also points to another truth. “The best defense against a bad guy with AI is a good guy with AI,” Benedict says.

For Moussouris, the use of AI by both blackhats and whitehats is just the next evolution of a cybersecurity arms race she’s watched unfold over 30 years. “It went from: ‘I’m going to perform this hack manually or create my own custom exploit,’ to, ‘I’m going to create a tool that anyone can run and perform some of these checks automatically,’” she says.

“AI is just another tool in the toolbox, and those who do know how to steer it appropriately now are going to be the ones that make those vibey frontends that anyone could use.”

[ozzgin]

Dear Ozzgin,

Is your new addition to the repertoire, the yandere android, a Mixture of Experts like GPT-4.5, or something else entirely? Would his performance / 'humanness' degrade if he were talking to another machine (an inhuman one, not designed to be Spacer-ly human) for a long time?

Any random lorebits on Spacers you did not include but would have had you felt less constrained?

Hah, okay, I see you've gotten into the technical aspects. I'm about to go on a ramble so I'll do a cut here for everyone else to not clog your feeds. Feel free to read if you're into this kind of stuff. :D

First, I just wanted to point this out because I've read your hashtags and comment: the CCD sensors were a bit of an asspull because it's one thing I'm more knowledgeable about, but I don't feel like it'd be a realistic choice, if I am to be nitpicky. They're expensive to produce and are mostly used for really high performance work (telescopes), but a humanoid robot wouldn't need such advanced digital imaging for daily life use. So, you know, it's arguable whether or not there are better alternatives when it comes to a mass-produced agent processing the immediate environment.

Now to your actual question: I've used the machine learning approach because this is currently our most advanced way of developing AI, but it would not be enough to explain the Android's perfect understanding of human speech. ChatGPT analyzes sentences and their meaning purely based on grammar and associations, but there's many examples of it struggling against anything more intricate than literal context. So yeah, that kind of sarcastic dialogue and implied meaning is wishful thinking of times far away sadly. I'm only wildly guessing he wouldn't struggle with today's impediments. There's a black box somewhere in there that fills the gaps and variables we don't have.

If at some point you find yourself with time to spare, I'd recommend reading the book directly. It's very interesting to see how people viewed the "future" back then, and you will detect a lot of optimism regarding computers - such as Daneel (the original Android) being a flawless human. Funnily enough, the book was published shortly before the Dartmouth Conference, so Asimov was this close to discover that language recognition is, in fact, a terribly tangled business and not as simple as they had originally expected.

I think I covered the basics when it comes to Spacers, but then again I cannot tell how easy it is to follow for someone that isn't familiar with the original work. I also didn't want to reproduce every fact, mot a mot, from Caves of Steel, especially since this is less about politics and more about romance. I'd suspect the people reading the story are not too bothered by the only briefly mentioned murder. Cause is less important when the effect is a tall robot boy with a crush on you 👀 if you feel me.

Anyways, I'm very glad you like the story, every now and then I'll insert little facts and technical details - as it usually is when you study Physics and CS but have no friends in the field - so it's definitely nice to have someone recognize the stuff! :)

[iwonderwh0]

If you're tired hearing about ai, scroll away (and block #ai or "#android newsfeed" tag to filter it in the future)

For anyone else who finds the topic somewhat interesting, another Turing test study just dropped.

And well, now llms statistically are outperforming humans in a 5 minute text-based Turing test. Turing Test has been critiqued to death and back, and everybody knows about its flaws and how it's not an adequate measure of anything other than skill of passing that test (just noting it to avoid unnecessary repetitions of the obvious), but it's kind of a cult classic at this point, and in its flawed simplicity it's still enough to cause a considerable amount of existential dread.

The reason I'm sharing it here is because within study they show some examples, and among them, I really confidently guessed some incorrectly, and now I'm curious whether you'll do any better. They still run the test live for anyone who wants to try it personally (second link below), but if you wanna test yourself without contributing to the statistic, I'll attach examples they gave within study with polls. (4 in total, so it'll be chain of posts) I'll post answers in the notes to this post

First one

[hs999]

生成AIに作らせてみた

chat GPTにteal&orange風のLightroomプリセットを作らせて、少し微調整したのがこちら。

それっぽくなってる？

すごい時代になったものだ。

camera : SONY α7CⅡ

lens : TAMRON 50-300mm F/4.5-6.3 DI Ⅲ VC VXD