Using Reliable Facts to test AI’s Don’t I mean “fact-checking”? No. I mean gathering some facts that let you check the wit and accuracy of AI’s. Early on in this blooming of the AI biome, I wanted to find if one could trust them. But how can we know that? It seemed to me I needed…

And it seems to me appropriate for it to have its say… Today I asked BARD (Google’s AI), “ What could be added to you that would make you sentient?” BARD responded: There are a number of things that could be added to me that would make me sentient. …

In Part 1, I wrote about asking Google’s AI — Bard — about some internet-checkable facts. It got many of them wrong, to my surprise. In this part I talk about trying to improve Bard’s ability to write limericks. …

Part 1: Fact-Checking Experiences with Google’s new AI TL;DR: I got access to Bard, Google’s AI. - I asked it some questions to which I knew the answer. - It has good language and it’s polite. - But it told me things that were baldly false. I asked it to do a vanity search. …

Rev. Amalia Wright, once “The Only Woman Exorcist in the Episcopal Church” (tm) but now no longer since there were several more, sat at the kitchen table. Before her was one cup of tea with a cinnamon scent. …

Fiction: A Loan for a Special Purpose “Never expected that,” she said. We were walking our dogs, up the long paved path that ascended the hill. I nodded. She was not the sort to say she did not know something. …

There is a poet I know. His poems had a steady stream of likes and an occasional heart on facebook. I like his work, and told him so. He made a wry face, twisting his mouth in a way that indicated appreciation and disagreement at the same time. It was…

When his number came up, he was longing. No, it is not the big number. Not the final number after which you leave the stage. It was a smaller number, one that comes up when one of your wishes comes true. It is a custom in the Heavens that people…

Fiction. It is. Really. The encounter with the Specifying Integrating Generalizing Mass Array took place not in Sigma’s supercooled chamber, but through the laptop. My interview with Sigma was full of irony. I was yet another person asking an artificial intelligence, “Are AI’s sentient?” I hoped I was not being rude. “Of course not…