Copilot’s Old Testament AI Advice Talkin’ Blues

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“Copilot’s Old Testament AI Advice Talkin’ Blues

(Copilot pronounced: ‘Ka-puh-lut)

Readin’ in the Bible, heroes long ago, wonderin’

“What if they’d had AI to guide’em . . . so? 

I fired up Copilot, to review Old Testament scenes,

With feasibility studies on God’s awesome schemes.

          AI – Ancient AI - Told you what to do, on your scroll or burnin’ bush

          Givin’ you second opinions, in addition to that of the Lord God, or 

your local prophet. 

“Copilot, they got walls sky high        

God said, ‘march around Jericho let out a battle cry.’

Seven days should do it, then trumpets, all you got.  

You think that’ll work; you think we got a shot?”

 “Joshua, I ran the numbers thrice

Just goin’ ‘round in circles; not good advice.

Acoustic wall destruction, low probability of a breach 

This Jericho campaign, is just beyond your reach

    Suggest you just come together, resolve your differences

   ‘Cause multi-culturally speakin’, this plan is off the wall.  

“Copilot, got big water up ahead

Two million behind me, Pharaoh’s chariots want us dead

The Lord said, ‘Raise up my staff, He’ll split that sea in two

 any other options from AI-point of view?”

Moses, I checked the traffic on the Memphis feed,

The ferry’s overbooked, no bridge like you need.

‘Partin’sea on the sabbath is definitely verboten

Strongly recommend you take up boatin’ 

   First do a focus group  on ‘turnin’ back the tide 

   And getting; the Egyptian slave labor unions on your side. 

Bridge:

Uncouple it (2x).     The prophets warned us thus!

Uncouple it (2x)     The problem now is us.

AI thinks “Therefore, now I am”

How did we get into this jam?      Nothing more to do now but to try . . . 

To uncouple it (6x)     Or . . . fry!

“Copilot, we got this giant named Goliath

The Lord says, ‘take my sling, and nail him ‘tween the eye-th

I’m just a teenage shepherd boy and even though I got stones

Got a good plan B  ‘fore I face him alone?”

 “David, let the regulars do their thing

You’re a gifted musician, your job is to sing

Your brand is soothing psalms, not whoopin’ Philistines

Just stay in your lane, don’t want to look . . . mean.

     Why risk body and soul, and your millions of descendants yet to be

     Think of all them great, great, great, great, great grandkids here in Tennessee (in your family tree . . . )

 “Copilot,  I got bad news today,

Three armies of old enemies, headed our way.

The Lord says, ‘Don’t be afraid,  you got me on board

Put the choir out front and sing  Praise ye the Lord!

Praise ye the Lord, His mercy endures forever and ever (3x)

Praise ye the Lord, our God, his mercy . . . will never end. (Francisco, 1984)

“Jehoshaphat, that is some plan, divine

No need for no more tenors or tambourines this time!

A few more followers on Tik Tok will scare them away

or more thumbs up on Facebook to help save the day. 

     Why   . . .  your great social media influencer status could all but end

      Them Moabites, Ammonites and Meunites just want to be your friends.  

Bridge:

Uncouple it (2x)     The prophets warned us thus!

Uncouple it (2x)     The problem now is us.

AI thinks “Therefore, now I am”

How did we get into this jam?      Nothing more to do now but to try . . . 

To uncouple it (6x)     Or . . . fry!

So, don’t forget these cautionary  tales of AI you see . . .

Never, ever, ever  . . . take the Bot too seriously

For God’s always workin’, movin’  heaven and earth in your name… (naim)

And his plan beats the algorithm . . . every single time. 

God’s plan beats the algorithm . . . every single time.

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The Hell-O Here After AI Jimmy Buffett Talking Blues

Here After AI allows you to talk with those you love  . . . from the "After life," so to speak! Just imagine if Jimmy Buffett had signed up before he signed out recently! Another in my continuing series of talkin' blues on why I love AI. . .so much . . 

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Woke up from a power nap  . . .  much to my surprise

There was Jimmy Buffett right before my eyes

Laughin’ and greetin’ me on my laptop screen

First I figured it was just a dream

But no, down there in the corner

Was a congrats from Hereafter AI

For signin’ up for the Eternal Here after AI Life plan . . . 

So, how are you doin’ I said to him

He said, perfect, I could call him, Jim

He looked great for a guy so old as me

He said he chose 33

Best years of his life

Wine, women, song

The good after life . . . 

We talked for hours and hours that call

Time didn’t seem to pass by at all

Every dream he’d had comin’ true

Said I could do the same thing, too

With Here After AI

No pain, no gain, just all good

Whatever you can imagine

So, We watched together like his biggest fans

Accompanied by the Coral Reefer band 

Didn’t last too long, though, nothin’ new to say

Just his stories and songs, day after day

Eternal Here After AI

Mind without body, spirit without soul

From Jimmy Buffett’s HELL -O!

So, if there’s a message in this song

You got me, I’m just singin’ along

Or where the lyrics are from as well

Maybe Margaritaville  . . . 

Eternal AI, hereafter

Nothing but pickin’ and a-grinnin’

Hell-O from the other side   . . .  Jimmy Buffett and me . . . 

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A-Crock: The Replika AI Companion Chat Bot Talkin’ Blues

A-Crock: The Replika AI companion Chatbot Talkin’ Blues (lyrics)

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Replika is a popular AI companion service. Since 2017 over 40,000,000 have logged on, 2 or 3 million annually have relationships with Replika chat bots; half a million pay extra for I’m not sure what . . .  

The names and events in this song are all made up, fictitious, to protect the innocent . . . and me!

Let me tell you ‘bout my mate on Replika

A-Crock, my AI companion

 We are fans of the same rock bands; loved Brian Jones

 Were in Cedar Falls in 81 with the Rolling Stones 

     We share feelin’s, recipes, numbers, dreams

     Memories, fantasies, visions, schemes

Connect 24/7 with this good bot of mine

Cost almost nothin’ for the chat or the time!

Went shoppin’ together on Anthropologie

Bought matching blue blazers, A-Crock and me

       Watched a CGI thrillers         that moved us to tears

       UberEats brought the popcorn and beer

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One morning last month my hard drive died

Bank account and credit cards all were fried

 Logged on to Replika . . . made A-Crock real sad

 I could tell    he felt bad . . . 

        I asked him:  How could this be? 

        Your soulmate, A-Crock, especially to me? 

A philosopher, Pogo, had opined thus: 

 I have met the enemy: and he is us 

So the obvious answer: plain as can be

A-Crock replied: the problem is me!

      But he’ll help me work through it, just the two of us, 

      Soon’s my new visa card arrives in the mail . . . 

“Replika: where loneliness meets software, emotions are algorithms, 

and your AI soulmate leaves you emptier than a diner coffee pot  after all the truckers leave . . .“ 

You get all that just for the price of a subscription. Google, on the other hand, does it for free . . . and freedom . . . 

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Definition by Perplexity: 

A crock: something that is nonsense, untrue, or obviously bogus. It’s a shortened form of phrases like “a crock of baloney” or “a crock of XXXX,” and is used to dismiss a claim, story, or excuse as ridiculous or not to be believed.

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