ChatGPT App now on Android

[Ockie]

So I preregistered on Google Play and it became available tonight. First time I have ever tried it. Now that I have it....not sure what to ask it . Any of you guys downloaded the app?

 

[Speedster]

I received the install notification a bit earlier too, but now it just says pending.

 

[Ockie]

I received the install notification a bit earlier too, but now it just says pending.

Mine did the same. I went to updates Cancelled all and the manually searched for the app and clicked install. That did the trick.

 

[Ockie]

 

[Ockie]

Mmmmkay....clever little thing.

 

[Ockie]

Poll added.

 

[Ockie]

Lol...I love it that you can point out if it makes a mistake and it admits it and corrects itself.

 

[Whright]

@Ockie

Ask it if it prefers Coke or Pepsi?

Wait, first ask it if it's OK with being called it.

 

[gogga_]

There are so many to choose from

 

[Speedster]

There are so many to choose from

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The chatgpt one is the proper one. I have the Bing AI App too. It sometimes helps to ask both and then amalgemate

 

[gogga_]

The chatgpt one is the proper one. I have the Bing AI App too. It sometimes helps to ask both and then amalgemate

So that's the black and white one?

 

[Speedster]

So that's the black and white one?

Yes. The one made by openai

 

[cpu.]

For future reference (if anyone is wondering), only one of the apps on the provided pic ^ is called chatgpt.

 

[Tabac]

Ask if malema is the result when mixing sperm and a turd.

 

[backstreetboy]

Lol...I love it that you can point out if it makes a mistake and it admits it and corrects itself.


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[D.B.Cooper]

Write me a poem about spuds:

In fields of earth, where sunlight gleams,
A humble spud awakes from dreams,
With eyes of brown and skin so fair,
Its journey starts, a tale to share.

From tiny seed to tender sprout,
It reaches up, beyond all doubt,
With roots so deep, it draws its might,
Growing strong, day and night.

In golden days, the sun's embrace,
Nurtures growth, a slow-paced race,
Through rain and shine, it perseveres,
A symbol of life, conquering fears.

Harvest time, the air's alive,
As farmers gather, smiles arrive,
From muddy soil, they gently pry,
A bounty born beneath the sky.

A spud transformed, a culinary art,
Boiled, mashed, or baked, a treat at heart,
A taste of comfort, warmth, and glee,
Nourishing souls, setting them free.

So let us raise a spud in cheer,
A simple joy, both far and near,
For in its essence, we're reminded true,
Life's beauty lies in what we do.

Jesus, it wrote a fscking epic about spuds.

 

[Ockie]

 

[Ockie]

 

[Not_original]

Write me a poem about spuds:

In fields of earth, where sunlight gleams,
A humble spud awakes from dreams,
With eyes of brown and skin so fair,
Its journey starts, a tale to share.

From tiny seed to tender sprout,
It reaches up, beyond all doubt,
With roots so deep, it draws its might,
Growing strong, day and night.

In golden days, the sun's embrace,
Nurtures growth, a slow-paced race,
Through rain and shine, it perseveres,
A symbol of life, conquering fears.

Harvest time, the air's alive,
As farmers gather, smiles arrive,
From muddy soil, they gently pry,
A bounty born beneath the sky.

A spud transformed, a culinary art,
Boiled, mashed, or baked, a treat at heart,
A taste of comfort, warmth, and glee,
Nourishing souls, setting them free.

So let us raise a spud in cheer,
A simple joy, both far and near,
For in its essence, we're reminded true,
Life's beauty lies in what we do.

Jesus, it wrote a fscking epic about spuds.

A. G Visser and kie will soon be spinning in their graves

Blikbrein deur AG Visser: bliep blap blob, ek sit sonder 'n job

 

[Pak Fa Fui]

Write me a poem about spuds:

In fields of earth, where sunlight gleams,
A humble spud awakes from dreams,
With eyes of brown and skin so fair,
Its journey starts, a tale to share.

From tiny seed to tender sprout,
It reaches up, beyond all doubt,
With roots so deep, it draws its might,
Growing strong, day and night.

In golden days, the sun's embrace,
Nurtures growth, a slow-paced race,
Through rain and shine, it perseveres,
A symbol of life, conquering fears.

Harvest time, the air's alive,
As farmers gather, smiles arrive,
From muddy soil, they gently pry,
A bounty born beneath the sky.

A spud transformed, a culinary art,
Boiled, mashed, or baked, a treat at heart,
A taste of comfort, warmth, and glee,
Nourishing souls, setting them free.

So let us raise a spud in cheer,
A simple joy, both far and near,
For in its essence, we're reminded true,
Life's beauty lies in what we do.

Jesus, it wrote a fscking epic about spuds.

Do potatoes grow from tiny seeds