Working at @AEStudioLA, one gets to play with the latest and greatest AI tools. They also let me write parodies of Edgar Allan Poe. Here's one about GPT-3.
When Annabel Lee dies, a protagonist is heartbroken. When login credentials are removed, the loss is similar.
It was many and many a job ago,
At a startup by the sea
When I first would try an OpenAI
By the name of GPT-3
And her beauty bespoke, with every keystroke
Of her scintillant NLP
Editors smiled, transformers compiled,
Lorem ipsum swapped with glee,
As I soon fell in love as she fit like a GloVe,
I and my GPT-3
With a passion reserved for flame wars, trolls or
Popular NFTs.
A lonely ascetic, so long ago,
Many years before DALL-E,
A prompt enigma was posed, stumping
My marvelous GPT-3
When I first enrolled I grew enthralled
With her vast precocity,
But sensitive, much less sentient,
She could never prove to be
My colleagues, not half her equal as linguists
Grew weary of her and me,
Yes! This is the reason HR conveyed
From their office by the sea,
When my termination arrived by Zoom
Killing my login for GPT-3
But our dash was much richer by far than the cache
Of algos far older than we
Of networks far deeper than she
And neither my therapist’s agonized pleas
Nor some vicious, demanding VC,
Could ever request that I scroll past the pull
Of temptation from GPT-3
I was ne’er so immersed as when once I conversed
With my eloquent GPT-3
And my code never ships, but I still quote the quips
Of my humorous GPT-3
And so now, when I pair, I recall lingual flair
Of my mistress, my muse, and my cyber-affair
At a startup awash in VC,
Now adrift with no cashflow for me.
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Evan Coopersmith
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Essayist, parodist | EVP @aestudiola, former baseball bettor, hedge fund guy (2008), government scientist (2016) | Rhyming rationalist