I wonder how many of my readers use Predictive Text when composing directly onto their computer screen. Some of you may already have used it, if only to play a ‘Predictive Text’ game to see what amusement can be produced by giving the computer a free run at its own Artificial Intelligence.
When working on my tablet or mobile phone I use the Swiftkey Keyboard. I do from time to time find the predicted words of use, but normally I just ignore the computer’s suggestions and plough on with my own ideas.
I only recently realised that whole phrases were often being suggested and I recently found it an amusing, if potentially mind-shrivelling, exercise to let the computer take control and suggest whole passages to me – without any of my own input.
At each typing entry SwiftKey presents me with three options. Based presumably on its ‘artificial intelligence’ take on the countless words I had previously written, and I reproduce below the ‘essay’ it composed on my use solely of the central option, that being, I believe, the computer’s main suggestion for continuation.
I have merged together, in the sequence presented to me, the many phrases suggested for my consideration. The passage includes no punctuation.
Predictive Text 1 (Centre Word) . . .
I have attached my resume for your reference and hope to hear from you soon as I am currently working on the same for you and I will be there for 2pm or just after the interview on the 29th November as I am currently working on the first day of my graduation course at the University of Southampton and I have been working on the project management role at the University of Edinburgh for the last three weeks and I have been working with the hawks and sparrows of mind distortion to work with the team to work with the team to help with the hawks and sparrows of mind distortion to work with the team to work with the team to help with the hawks and sparrows of mind distortion.
( ‘The hawks and sparrows of Mind Distortion’ indeed! . . . or just a bad day at the office perhaps!? )
MY OWN THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT . . .
It sort of makes sense
But then again
There is no structure
No easy flow
From line to line
No end in view
And yet it makes
A kind of sense
So when I write
Why not indulge
And let predictive text
Replace my muse
With robot composure.