Nachdem regelmäßig Sorgen geäußert werden, ChatGPT werde dafür sorgen, dass Schüler keine eigenen Leistungen mehr erbringen werden, wollte ich mal ausprobieren, inwiefern das Elektronenhirn denn überhaupt brauchbare Gedichte oder Kurzgeschichten schreiben kann. Einfach mal so just for fun:
Please write a poem about a bicycle riding alone in the forest.
A bicycle rides alone in the forest so grand,
Its wheels spin and its pedals move with command.
The crunch of leaves and the rustle of trees,
A symphony played by the gentle breeze.
The forest is still, with only the sound
Of the bicycle's bells ringing all around.
It moves with ease down the woodland trail,
A graceful steed, its journey will not fail.
The sunbeams dance, filtering through the leaves,
The bicycle glides with a smooth ease.
It finds a rhythm in its journey ahead,
A purpose for which it was surely bred.
The ride is quiet, but the thoughts are loud,
Of adventures had and memories proud.
The bicycle continues its journey alone,
In the forest so grand, it has found its home.
So let the bicycle ride, on its own in the woods,
Where peace is found, and its journey is good.
For in this place, the bicycle's spirit will soar,
And its story will be told for evermore
Okay, hatte ich mit meinen Englischkenntnissen wahrscheinlich nicht so schön hinbekommen. Nun eine Kurzgeschichte mit absurden Zielvorgaben:
Please write a short story about a bicycle lost in the forest, which finally finds his owner after a long journey.
Once upon a time, there was a bicycle named Blaze. He was a trusty steed, always ready for an adventure. One day, Blaze was accidentally left behind in the forest after his owner, a young boy named Timmy, went on a hike. Blaze was lost and all alone, with no one to guide him back home.
Days went by, and Blaze encountered all sorts of obstacles in the forest. He had to navigate over rough terrain, cross streams, and avoid getting caught in the underbrush. Despite the challenges, Blaze kept moving forward, always hoping that he would find his way back to Timmy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Blaze saw a familiar figure in the distance. It was Timmy, and he was searching for Blaze! Blaze pedaled as fast as he could, his wheels kicking up dust as he raced towards his owner. When Timmy saw Blaze, he was overjoyed. He hugged Blaze tight and thanked him for being such a loyal companion.
From that day forward, Blaze never strayed far from Timmy's side. They continued to explore the forest together, always looking for new adventures. And whenever they encountered a challenge, they would remember their time apart and how they finally found their way back to each other.
Blaze and Timmy's story became the stuff of legend in the forest, and for many years to come, people would tell the tale of the bicycle who never gave up hope and the boy who never stopped searching for his lost friend.
Geschichten ohne Happy End kann ChatGTP allerdings nicht leiden:
Please write a story about a folding bike which was forgotten by his owner in the train from Lüneburg to Hannover and was never found. The owner bursted in tears.
Once upon a time, there was a folding bike named Foldie. He was the pride and joy of his owner, a young man named Max. Max used Foldie to commute to and from work every day, and the two of them had been through many adventures together.
One day, Max was on a train from Lüneburg to Hannover, and he was so lost in thought that he forgot to take Foldie with him when he got off the train. He realized his mistake when he was already a few blocks away from the station. He rushed back, but Foldie was nowhere to be found.
Max searched the train and the surrounding area, but there was no sign of Foldie. He asked the conductor and other passengers, but no one had seen him. Max was devastated. Foldie was not just a bike to him, he was a trusted companion and a part of his daily routine.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but there was still no news of Foldie. Max tried to replace him, but nothing felt the same. He missed the sound of Foldie's gears clicking and the feel of the handlebars in his hands.
One day, Max was walking home from work, and he saw a familiar figure in the distance. It was Foldie! Max ran towards him, tears streaming down his face. When he finally reached Foldie, he hugged him tight and thanked him for being such a loyal companion.
Foldie had been found by a kind-hearted stranger who recognized him from the missing posters Max had put up around town. The stranger had taken good care of Foldie, and he was happy to return him to his rightful owner.
From that day forward, Max never let Foldie out of his sight. They continued to explore the city together, always looking for new adventures. And whenever they encountered a challenge, they would remember the day they were separated and how they were finally reunited.
Obwohl das Ding nicht versteht, was es schreibt, sondern mehr oder weniger nur Wahrscheinlichkeiten berechnet, wie Sätze funktionieren, find ich’s schon recht beeindruckend. Das ist tatsächlich definitiv besser als der Kram, den ich damals im Englischunterricht in der Schule abgeliefert habe.
