
Judge disses Star Trek icon Data’s poetry while ruling AI can’t author works
Computer scientist won’t give up fight to copyright AI-made art after court loss.

That was indeed speculation the judge cited as a possible future situation. She used it to fortify her decision to deny the current claim.Weird! :0
I thought Data's poem was fun for what it was even if it was objectively a rubbish poem, but I'm biased because I love Data. Either way, I don't think Data's poetry has any place in this court case because Data is:
A) fictional, and
B) sentient. He is a sentient AI, and real life AI hasn't reached that level, and honestly, I don't believe it ever will. So bringing him up in a court case seems pretty pointless to me.
They should have put the AI on trial and then they really could have gone to town.Just shows you, people still say ‘it’s like that Star Trek episode where…’.
In this case, the judge must have been mulling this one over until they came to ‘it’s like that Star Trek episode where Data wrote a poem’.
Honestly, and AI today could do a better job than "An Ode to Spot".I find it weird to cite Data's poem for that purpose.
Obviously, it was written by a human in actuality (AI couldn't remotely write something like that back in 1992), and also, it was meant to be technically 'clever' but still 'soulless'.
Gemini came up with thisHonestly, and AI today could do a better job than "An Ode to Spot".![]()
Gemini came up with this
O Spot, enigma wrapped in fur so white,
A shadow dancing in the fading light.
With patches dark, like ink upon the snow,
A feline artist, where'er you go.
Your emerald eyes, a knowing, ancient gleam,
Reflecting worlds, a silent, mystic dream.
A velvet paw, that treads with silent grace,
A hunter's instinct, etched upon your face.
The gentle purr, a rumbling, soft delight,
A comfort shared, throughout the day and night.
You curl and stretch, a fluid, graceful line,
A furry sculptor, in your own design.
Upon the sill, you watch the world unfold,
The birds that flutter, stories to be told.
A whiskered sage, with wisdom deep and vast,
A silent guardian, memories that last.
Oh, Spot, dear friend, a creature of the night,
A star that twinkles, with a gentle light.
We cherish moments, shared beneath your gaze,
And sing your praises, through our loving days.
ChatGPT's attempt
Oh Spot, thou art a creature rare,
With midnight coat and gaze so fair,
In moonlit grace, you prowl the night,
A whisper in the silver light.
Your whiskers twitch, your tail held high,
A silent hunter, swift and sly,
The world, your kingdom, wide and vast,
With you, all moments seem to last.
A patch of sun, a cozy chair,
Your kingdom, Spot, you do declare.
You curl up close, a ball of purrs,
The world's chaos, your peace blurs.
You stride with pride, no fear, no doubt,
A monarch's soul, without a shout.
Your eyes, like jewels, gleam in the shade,
A silent story softly laid.
Oh Spot, in every quiet leap,
You stir the hearts of those you keep.
In every stretch, in every yawn,
You paint the world from dusk to dawn.
A noble cat, so sleek and true,
With every step, the world anew.
So here’s to you, dear feline friend,
May your reign of love never end.
I feel as you do.That is grossly, frighteningly beautiful. I am legit concerned that AI came up with all that by itself. I fear for the future of the arts if all you have to do is say, "hey chatgpt, write me a poem about a cat" and then it spits out that gorgeous nonsense.
It might look good at first glance, but as you keep reading and looking at the word choice, you realize it's not as good as you think."A shadow dancing in the fading light"? "A monarch's soul, without a shout"? Cliched and nonsensical. AI is good at first impressions, but doesn't survive closer scrutiny.That is grossly, frighteningly beautiful. I am legit concerned that AI came up with all that by itself. I fear for the future of the arts if all you have to do is say, "hey chatgpt, write me a poem about a cat" and then it spits out that gorgeous nonsense.
Ah, but AI can't stroke its' fur.
AI is good at first impressions, but doesn't survive closer scrutiny.
I think you have stumbled onto something. A cat probably would prefer a robot minder, apart from the fact that if the robot broke the cat couldn't eat it's face. A dog on the other hand would definitely prefer a real human. Perhaps one day we'll use dogs to detect real humans from artificial ones. Like a tribble detecting Klingons.Put in a robot body, it probably could. A cat might very much enjoy a robot minder, as long as it was equipped with a soft heating pad on its lap. Said AI would have infinite patience, wouldn't have to stand up to go to the bathroom, and wouldn't shoo the kitty away if its kneading got a little too intense.
Well, I guess this was bound to happen some dayGemini came up with this
O Spot, enigma wrapped in fur so white,
A shadow dancing in the fading light.
With patches dark, like ink upon the snow,
A feline artist, where'er you go.
Your emerald eyes, a knowing, ancient gleam,
Reflecting worlds, a silent, mystic dream.
A velvet paw, that treads with silent grace,
A hunter's instinct, etched upon your face.
The gentle purr, a rumbling, soft delight,
A comfort shared, throughout the day and night.
You curl and stretch, a fluid, graceful line,
A furry sculptor, in your own design.
Upon the sill, you watch the world unfold,
The birds that flutter, stories to be told.
A whiskered sage, with wisdom deep and vast,
A silent guardian, memories that last.
Oh, Spot, dear friend, a creature of the night,
A star that twinkles, with a gentle light.
We cherish moments, shared beneath your gaze,
And sing your praises, through our loving days.
ChatGPT's attempt
Oh Spot, thou art a creature rare,
With midnight coat and gaze so fair,
In moonlit grace, you prowl the night,
A whisper in the silver light.
Your whiskers twitch, your tail held high,
A silent hunter, swift and sly,
The world, your kingdom, wide and vast,
With you, all moments seem to last.
A patch of sun, a cozy chair,
Your kingdom, Spot, you do declare.
You curl up close, a ball of purrs,
The world's chaos, your peace blurs.
You stride with pride, no fear, no doubt,
A monarch's soul, without a shout.
Your eyes, like jewels, gleam in the shade,
A silent story softly laid.
Oh Spot, in every quiet leap,
You stir the hearts of those you keep.
In every stretch, in every yawn,
You paint the world from dusk to dawn.
A noble cat, so sleek and true,
With every step, the world anew.
So here’s to you, dear feline friend,
May your reign of love never end.
But if the robot had a failsafe program that contacted help in the event of catastrophic failure, the cat wouldn't need to eat its face.I think you have stumbled onto something. A cat probably would prefer a robot minder, apart from the fact that if the robot broke the cat couldn't eat it's face.
That's far future tech, though. A robot cat minder that feeds, waters, and pets could be less than a decade away.Or perhaps a mini-replicator that chose from a ranked list of non-essential parts and converted their molecules into cat food.
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