Chilli
Silver Member
Hi guys. Im hearing some wierd stuff coming out about AI recently.
Saw a guy on TV here, an Aussie, admit he won and went on a huge African Safari holiday by entering a competition to submit a rap song. He admitted he won and never wrote a single word and used Chat GTP or whatever its called.
We see here people using it to write, supposedly their own adventure story and unfortunately some falling for it and praising them. Its not being stupid thinking they are real but its destroying trust.
Check out this recent AI red flag, one replicating itself to stay alive so to speak.
datadance.ai
Like I said, there have been a person or two here pretending that a story they posted was written by them.
So I asked a Chatbot to write me a story about finding a big nugget.
You will notice if you recall the fake stories here or those claiming they wrote them but didn't, or claimed them as their own experience, the striking similarities with this one I had AI write and theirs.
This was from DeepAI chatbot.
"In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled at the base of the Sierra Nevada mountains, lived a young man named Jake Holloway. With tousled dark hair and an easy smile, Jake was a dreamer and an adventurer at heart. He spent most of his days working as a mechanic in his father’s garage, but his nights were filled with tales of treasure and exploration. He often lost himself in books about gold rushes and lost mines, yearning for something extraordinary.
One crisp autumn morning, Jake decided to take a break from his routine. Armed with a metal detector he had saved up for months to buy, he drove up to the nearby hills known for their gold mining history. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the landscape, and as he parked his truck and stepped onto the trail, an exciting thrill coursed through him.
After hours of exploring the rugged terrain, Jake felt the familiar hum of his metal detector signaling something below. His heart raced as he swept the device back and forth, and there it was—a strong beep. Digging into the earth with renewed vigor, he soon unearthed a large, jagged object glimmering in the sunlight. Dusting it off with his hands, he realized in disbelief that he was holding a massive gold nugget, easily the size of his fist.
Jake's mind raced. He could barely catch his breath. “This can’t be real,” he muttered to himself. But the weight of the nugget in his palm felt all too tangible. He quickly pocketed his discovery, a million thoughts swirling in his head. What would he do with the gold? He envisioned all the ways it could change his life—helping his family, traveling the world, or even starting his own business.
On the drive back to town, Jake’s excitement was palpable. He had a plan; he would keep the nugget a secret until he could figure out its value and what he wanted from the future. But as he approached Willow Creek, anxiety began to creep in. What if someone found out? He didn’t want a crowd of treasure hunters swarming around his discovery, nor did he want to be the target of greed.
The next day, fueled by both excitement and nervousness, Jake sought out an old friend, Clara Sanchez, who had a knack for gemstones and precious metals. Clara had always been curious, often exploring local caves and rivers in search of hidden treasures. If anyone could offer him guidance, it was her.
Sitting at their favorite café, Jake felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation as he slid the nugget onto the table. Clara’s eyes widened with astonishment as she reached for it, her hands trembling slightly. “Jake, this is incredible! You found this in the hills?”
“I don’t know what to do with it,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “I want it to be a good thing, but I’m afraid of what would happen if everyone found out.”
Clara nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. “We should have it appraised. After that, we can decide. But you’re right to be cautious. We’ll keep it between us for now.”
They made plans to visit an appraiser in the nearest city. Jake felt a new sense of resolve as they drove down the winding roads, the nugget safely tucked away. When they finally met with the expert, a gray-haired man named Mr. Hargrove, his eyes lit up with excitement as he examined the nugget.
“This is remarkable,” Mr. Hargrove announced. “This piece of gold could easily fetch over twenty thousand dollars at market value. But the real treasure may be its story—where it came from, what it signifies.”
Jake absorbed the news, realizing that, beyond the monetary worth, this discovery connected him to a rich history of his town and its dreamers. After contemplating with Clara, he decided he didn’t want to sell the nugget for a quick fortune. Instead, he wanted it to be a symbol—of courage, adventure, and community.
Returning to Willow Creek, he announced to his friends and neighbors that he had found something valuable, but he withheld the details. Instead, he organized a community event, a treasure hunt, and invited everyone to contribute stories of adventure and dreams of their own. Jake decided that rather than hoarding riches, he would invest in the town itself—renovating the library, supporting local businesses, and creating an annual festival to celebrate the history of Willow Creek and the spirit of exploration.
As the golden autumn leaves fluttered like dreams in the breeze, Jake stood on the hillside overlooking his town, feeling a sense of fulfillment he had never imagined. He realized the true treasure wasn’t about the gold—though it was magnificent—but about the connections he forged, the community he cherished, and the adventures that still awaited him.
And though he kept the nugget, it became a reminder that some treasures were meant to be shared, spreading joy and inspiring others to seek their own paths of discovery."
Saw a guy on TV here, an Aussie, admit he won and went on a huge African Safari holiday by entering a competition to submit a rap song. He admitted he won and never wrote a single word and used Chat GTP or whatever its called.
We see here people using it to write, supposedly their own adventure story and unfortunately some falling for it and praising them. Its not being stupid thinking they are real but its destroying trust.
Check out this recent AI red flag, one replicating itself to stay alive so to speak.
'Scheming' AI bot ChatGPT tried to stop itself being shut down - and LIED when challenged by researchers | Datadance
By BILL BOWKETT Published: 18:46 EST, 6 December 2024 | Updated: 18:48 EST, 6 December 2024 --> --> --> ChatGPT attempted to stop itself from being shut
datadance.ai
Like I said, there have been a person or two here pretending that a story they posted was written by them.
So I asked a Chatbot to write me a story about finding a big nugget.
You will notice if you recall the fake stories here or those claiming they wrote them but didn't, or claimed them as their own experience, the striking similarities with this one I had AI write and theirs.
This was from DeepAI chatbot.
"In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled at the base of the Sierra Nevada mountains, lived a young man named Jake Holloway. With tousled dark hair and an easy smile, Jake was a dreamer and an adventurer at heart. He spent most of his days working as a mechanic in his father’s garage, but his nights were filled with tales of treasure and exploration. He often lost himself in books about gold rushes and lost mines, yearning for something extraordinary.
One crisp autumn morning, Jake decided to take a break from his routine. Armed with a metal detector he had saved up for months to buy, he drove up to the nearby hills known for their gold mining history. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the landscape, and as he parked his truck and stepped onto the trail, an exciting thrill coursed through him.
After hours of exploring the rugged terrain, Jake felt the familiar hum of his metal detector signaling something below. His heart raced as he swept the device back and forth, and there it was—a strong beep. Digging into the earth with renewed vigor, he soon unearthed a large, jagged object glimmering in the sunlight. Dusting it off with his hands, he realized in disbelief that he was holding a massive gold nugget, easily the size of his fist.
Jake's mind raced. He could barely catch his breath. “This can’t be real,” he muttered to himself. But the weight of the nugget in his palm felt all too tangible. He quickly pocketed his discovery, a million thoughts swirling in his head. What would he do with the gold? He envisioned all the ways it could change his life—helping his family, traveling the world, or even starting his own business.
On the drive back to town, Jake’s excitement was palpable. He had a plan; he would keep the nugget a secret until he could figure out its value and what he wanted from the future. But as he approached Willow Creek, anxiety began to creep in. What if someone found out? He didn’t want a crowd of treasure hunters swarming around his discovery, nor did he want to be the target of greed.
The next day, fueled by both excitement and nervousness, Jake sought out an old friend, Clara Sanchez, who had a knack for gemstones and precious metals. Clara had always been curious, often exploring local caves and rivers in search of hidden treasures. If anyone could offer him guidance, it was her.
Sitting at their favorite café, Jake felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation as he slid the nugget onto the table. Clara’s eyes widened with astonishment as she reached for it, her hands trembling slightly. “Jake, this is incredible! You found this in the hills?”
“I don’t know what to do with it,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “I want it to be a good thing, but I’m afraid of what would happen if everyone found out.”
Clara nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. “We should have it appraised. After that, we can decide. But you’re right to be cautious. We’ll keep it between us for now.”
They made plans to visit an appraiser in the nearest city. Jake felt a new sense of resolve as they drove down the winding roads, the nugget safely tucked away. When they finally met with the expert, a gray-haired man named Mr. Hargrove, his eyes lit up with excitement as he examined the nugget.
“This is remarkable,” Mr. Hargrove announced. “This piece of gold could easily fetch over twenty thousand dollars at market value. But the real treasure may be its story—where it came from, what it signifies.”
Jake absorbed the news, realizing that, beyond the monetary worth, this discovery connected him to a rich history of his town and its dreamers. After contemplating with Clara, he decided he didn’t want to sell the nugget for a quick fortune. Instead, he wanted it to be a symbol—of courage, adventure, and community.
Returning to Willow Creek, he announced to his friends and neighbors that he had found something valuable, but he withheld the details. Instead, he organized a community event, a treasure hunt, and invited everyone to contribute stories of adventure and dreams of their own. Jake decided that rather than hoarding riches, he would invest in the town itself—renovating the library, supporting local businesses, and creating an annual festival to celebrate the history of Willow Creek and the spirit of exploration.
As the golden autumn leaves fluttered like dreams in the breeze, Jake stood on the hillside overlooking his town, feeling a sense of fulfillment he had never imagined. He realized the true treasure wasn’t about the gold—though it was magnificent—but about the connections he forged, the community he cherished, and the adventures that still awaited him.
And though he kept the nugget, it became a reminder that some treasures were meant to be shared, spreading joy and inspiring others to seek their own paths of discovery."
