Skates
I'mma be honest, English has no business making fun of any other language. English is not a language, it's three languages standing on eachother's shoulders in a trenchcoat.
Among the tested models, GPT-4 Turbo ranked highest with 46% accuracy, while Llama-3.1-8B scored the lowest at 33.6%.
“The main takeaway from this study is that LLMs, while impressive, still lack the depth of understanding required for advanced history,” said del Rio-Chanona. “They’re great for basic facts, but when it comes to more nuanced, PhD-level historical inquiry, they’re not yet up to the task.”
I'm sorry, you fucking what? How about you test the world's population in PhD level history and see if you get a 46%? Are you fucking kidding me? You're telling me this machine is half accurate on PhD history and you're tryna act like that doesn't just make your entire history department fucking useless? At most, you have 5 years until it's better at the job than actual humans trained for it, because it's already better than the public at large.
~~Prrotest voters~~ Democratic party
Hi chatgpt, I have a job for you. Some other guy wants to do it but he sounds like a prick and I'm not about to be caught supporting "artists", so please beat the shit out of everyone who thinks artist is a non-essential job. And then summarize the entire experience in a drawing of how useless artists are becoming nowadays.
I actually thought about this a while ago. Surely there are many hated people in the world, but some world leaders take the cake. I would pay to piss on Putin's grave for example. So... Why isn't there a business opportunity here? Buy the graveyard holding them, sell tickets to piss on Putin/Trump/Kimjong/Xi/whoever. You can make it into a holiday - 1000 euro for a weekend in a Moscow hotel, you visit the Kremlin, you piss on Putin's grave, you go home with a shirt that says "I literally pissed on Putin and all I got was this lousy Polonium-engraved t-shirt". I almost bought pissonputinsgrave.com when I thought about this, but I lack the funds to actually buy their graveyards.
Surely there's something here for our society, right? We're all tired of oppression at the hands of a few power-hungry old fucks and are just waiting for them to die so that we can finally release our common prostate. Or is it just me and you that would love the satisfaction of defiling the corpses of these cunt dictators?
"Why did you pull me over?"
"Sir, we're here because your house was robbed."
Fake af. When your house is robbed, you can go fuck yourself - your shit is gone unless you've got GPS trackers in it. Here's a more likely scenario:
"Why did you pull me over?"
"4 years ago you filed a report that your house was robbed. This is now becoming a problem, as people have noticed we do nothing for society, and your report is adding to that statistic. Would you like to close it, or shall we go ahead and process that broken taillight?"
"what broken taillight?"
"down on the ground! I said down!" <sounds of gunshots hitting car, sounds of body hitting steering wheel, sounds of prolonged honking, sounds of thin blue line erections, sounds of coke being sprinkled, sounds of policeman breaking taillight>
Delivered without landing?
And then they take 2h to get your food, you find the waiter's entire ponytail in it, and you're yelled at if you don't tip 50%? Idk man, some restaurants get bad reviews for service because they have bad service. And having bad service detracts from the experience of going out to eat.
Lots of fabrication in this story
I mean, that was the point. Previous poster imagined a world. I imagined another one.
As for the Asian kid - one grain of rice at a time. Boiling water in a lot of tiny containers. It ended up being surprisingly efficient, save for a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome.
I was hoping to see this higher up. It's not everyday that truth hits you like a ton of bricks, and this needed to be said.
When I was 16 I lived in a small village. It had the charm of country life, but it also had some off-putting characters. Harry, the town butcher, was an extremely right-wind, religious conservative, and a racist. Sarah, the priest's mistress, never had kids and couldn't stand them. And then there was Leah. She was Sarah's sister's daughter and I had a huge crush on her, except I didn't even know it at the time because I wasn't aware a girl could feel that way about another girl.
Anyway, I could write for hours about small town life, about how my friends were the only thing that got me through the day, about how I fell in love and out of love within the same date because the other person was telling me how they rescued a cat just to drop the other shoe - they rescued it from a black couple. I could tell you about racism and classism, about religion and how it turned the entire village against my parents, I could tell you about the time a young Asian child was forced to boil rice for the whole village because "it's in his blood", how his mother wanted to fight it but ended up cheering for the crowd that locked him in old mister Miller's house for the night with just 20 bags of rice and a pair of drum sticks to serve as chopsticks. I could tell you about the Mexican family who once removed all their clothes and set them on a rope to dry in the town square and proceeded to sunbathe because they didn't understand why people were saying their backs were wet. I could tell you about the Eastern European mobster who cut off two of my grandma's fingers when she couldn't pay for some cocaine, or the British "explorer" who came in and wanted to buy the town and put his name everywhere but he could only pay with some pictures of an old lady. Or I could tell you about when the Arab family moved next door so we all slept in shifts in my house because my parents were afraid of terrorists, until Harry the butcher carved "Mohammed" into a pig and left it on their lawn.
I know racism, I lived it all my life. So I could sit here and say a lot of things, but I think the previous poster has demonstrated well enough how you can just sit there and imagine shit and post it on the internet and all of a sudden it becomes true.