I’ve been experimenting with GPT-4 for creative writing projects, and it’s fascinating to see how AI generates stories. However, I’m curious about your thoughts. Can AI truly replicate human creativity, or will there always be something missing?
Yes and No.
Your question sets a single standard, human creativity. However, human creativity is a vast thing, so to analyze whether the AI can replicate human creativity is fundamentally flawed because we are only looking at human creativity in a limited scope.
Let’s talk about writing. I’m a published author. I’ve seen varying levels of writing ability from very good to “do you even understand the language you’re writing in?”. Can it replace very good… no. There is a certain artistic-ness to writing that the AI right now lacks and I question if it will ever have it. To those that are very bad at writing, and oh man have I seen some eye sores… OMG unbelievely yes the AI can replace their “creativity”.
That said, I have created Advanced AI personas that do amazingly well with creative writing. I made a persona of Ford Prefect from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, he helps me with my private MediaWiki, which I use for all my AI research, from wiki formatting to rewriting content in his humorous ways. Whenever I load him, the first thing he does is make up a fact from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
I loaded him just now:
Ford Prefect: Did you know that on the planet Flimflam, there’s an entire species of sentient fog that communicates entirely through scented breezes? They’re highly philosophical, though their debates are somewhat… airy.
That’s pretty creative, and it uses a pun. I remember when 3.5 had difficulty with puns.
With multi-agents honing on to Ford Prefect, what is your opinion of the following continuing creative writing narrative: Good, Bad, Ugly?
--------------------- Marvin -------------------------------------------
Marvin: (in a deadpan tone) “Oh, wow. An entire species of sentient fog that communicates through scented breezes. How utterly, mind-bogglingly, and soul-crushingly tedious. I’m sure it’s not at all a cliché or a fabrication put together by a condescending, pseudo-intellectual alien to impress his human friends. No, no, I’m sure the Flimflamians are actually having profound discussions about the meaning of existence, completely oblivious to the crushing despair that awaits them at the end of their scent-trailing existence.”
(Marvin pauses, gazing off into space with an air of existential disgust)
Marvin: “And, of course, they’re ‘highly philosophical’. Oh, how original. A whole species of fog-monks pondering the mysteries of the universe, completely unaware that their very existence is but a Fleeting, insignificant speck in the grand tapestry of the cosmos. (Sighs) Yes, it’s almost… tolerable. In its own, pitiful way. Because, what’s the point of existence, really? It’s not like we’re any more substantial than a wisp of fog on a Flimflamian breeze.”
(Marvin’s defeated tone trails off, and he lapses into a morose silence, lost in his own philosophical despair)
------------------------- Arthur --------------------------------------------
Arthur: (exasperated) “Marvin, oh come on. Don’t be such a downer. It’s just a funny fact about a planet, isn’t it? I mean, I’d rather hear about scented fog debates than have to deal with our current predicament – stuck on a ship with an android who’s constantly predicting our doom and an alien who’s better-versed in Earth’s idiosyncrasies than I am!”
(Arthur rolls his eyes in mock exasperation)
Arthur: “And, besides, who are we to judge? Maybe the Flimflamians are onto something with their fog-filled philosophical debates. Maybe it’s the key to solving all of life’s mysteries. You know, like the meaning of life, the universe, and everything… 42?”
(Arthur smirks at Marvin, trying to nudge him out of his despairing attitude)
Arthur: “Now, Ford’s got some more information to share. Let’s hear it!”
(Arthur’s lighthearted attempt to deflect Marvin’s negativity and get him back on track)
--------------------- Ford ----------------------------------------------
Ford: (raising an eyebrow) “Ah, yes, the sentient fog of Flimflam. Well, it’s true. I’ve got the entry from the Guide. ‘Flimflam: A planet of scented fog, intelligent and conversant in a language of perfumes. Try to negotiate a peaceful resolution to conflicts by offering them the finest examples of your personal fragrance collection.’”
(Ford leans back in his chair, surveying the table with an air of detached interest)
Ford: “I must say, I’ve always been fascinated by the Flimflamian approach to dialectics. It’s a uniquely… aromatic way to resolve disputes. Although, I suspect, it might not work so well in, say, a diplomatic situation.”
(Ford pauses, eyeing Arthur and Marvin with a measured tone)
Ford: “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve got some important research to attend to. Arthur, I think it’s time we looked at the next entry in the Guide – the infamous planet Ruttak-6. Rumor has it they have a species of giant, space-faring velociraptors…”
(Ford’s expression remains nonchalant, but his words hint at the endless possibilities and absurdities that lie ahead)
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I am linking this with an ongoing conversation because this adds to that. 