Prompt engineers are top dog today. In the semi-mythical place called “The City” they command big salaries. It is no longer about what you know, because the answers are all out there on the internet, and retrieval has never been easier. No, the limits are about what you can ask. And just talking about AI is ever-instructive.
I hope you have got beyond, “Who will win the 345pm at Kempton Park?” perhaps to something like
“Now this is the contents of my fridge – deliver me a recipe to cook“.
No puns. No jokes, irony and sarcasm is not understood. Saying please is pointless. You may as well ask your Labrador to not talk and eat at the same time. But prompt engineering is here to stay. Life just different now. I read recently that an AI machine may be about to send you, your job and the organisation where you work, on a one-way trip to the business hospice.
Cheery thought over your cornflakes, but having just returned from Johannesburg, I am struck that out there they call traffic lights “robots”. So much for fear of the robots (aka AI) taking over our jobs. I think you get the irony, even if AI doesn’t get irony.