Current Events > I've been putting ChatGPT and Gemini against each other for a few weeks

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ChatGPT: GPT4
Gemini: Ultra 1.0

I've been using both for ideas to automate my workflows and random shower thoughts. ChatGPT is a lot slower and still has a GPT4 daily limit for paying customers. Ignoring that, both ChatGPT and Gemini give excellent answers. ChatGPT has much better image generation through DALL-E 3 and Google just yanked their Imagen 2 image generation. Imagen cannot draw historically accurate races or anime, it's an utter failure. Interestingly, Microsoft CoPilot or Bing Create, whatever it's called now, is more willing to generate copyrighted characters (i.e. Elsa memes). Gemini is a continuously updated model and I don't ever have to worry about how old the training or dataset is. It's also an entire extension of my Google ecosystem.

Unless OpenAI has something transformative for GPT 4.5/5 or truly figured out AGI, I think they're toast.

Can you give Gemini this exact prompt so I can compare it to GPT's:

"Write a short script for an apocalyptic story set in a desolate, barren Flavortown where Guy Fieri has to search for clean air and donkey sauce"

[SCENE START]
EXT. FLAVORTOWN RUINS - DAY
A wasteland of rusted fryers and toppled condiment bottles stretches to the horizon. Dried-up rivers of nacho cheese wind through the bleak landscape. GUY FIERI, his once vibrant hair now dusty and matted, emerges from a bunker.
GUY: (Coughs, voice raspy) I'm smelling something...not funky...not fresh...but dangerous. Gotta find a pocket of that sweet, breathable air.
He dons a makeshift gasmask an inverted deep fryer with a tattered Hawaiian shirt as a filter. A single, precious bottle of Donkey Sauce dangles from his belt.
INT. ABANDONED DINER - DAY
An overturned "Welcome to Flavortown" sign hangs askew. Guy cautiously enters.
GUY: This is outta bounds...the last time I was here, the burgers were outta SIGHT. But now...
A mutated, monstrous RAT, its eyes like glowing hot sauce packets, skitters across the floor.
GUY: Whoa, Nelly! Time for Plan B!
He whips out the Donkey Sauce bottle, using it like a flamethrower. The rat hisses and retreats.
EXT. FLAVORTOWN OUTSKIRTS - DUSK
The sky is an ominous shade of burnt mac-and-cheese orange. Guy stumbles upon a mangled billboard. He squints.
GUY: "Diners, Drive-ins...and Dives?" Nah...that ain't right. More like Diners, Drive-outs... and Don't Even Think About Divin' In For a Second.
His stomach growls. He wistfully eyes the Donkey Sauce bottle.
GUY: (Whispers) Soon, old friend. Soon.
He trudges on, silhouetted against the toxic sunset.
FADE OUT
[SCENE END]

damn that's pretty good.

here's the one GPT made me months ago, might do better now, idk, I still love it.

Title: Flavortown's Last Quest

INT. GUY FIERI'S RUNDOWN KITCHEN - DAY

The once-vibrant Flavortown now lies in ruins. Guy Fieri, wearing a tattered apron and goggles, prepares to embark on a daring journey to find clean air and donkey sauce. He checks his survival gear and takes a deep breath.

GUY FIERI
(whispering)
Today, we're taking it to the streets of Flavortown. It's a flavor fight for the ages.

EXT. DESOLATE FLAVORTOWN - DAY

Guy steps outside, greeted by an apocalyptic wasteland. Buildings are crumbling, the streets are barren, and a thick haze engulfs the town. Guy puts on a gas mask and trudges forward.

GUY FIERI
(narrating)
Flavortown has lost its sizzle. The taste buds of this place are in dire need of revival.

Guy walks through the eerie silence, searching for signs of life. Suddenly, he hears a faint clanking sound. Curiosity piqued, he follows the noise.

EXT. ABANDONED DINER - DAY

Guy approaches an abandoned diner, its neon sign flickering. He cautiously enters, scanning the dimly lit space. A few broken plates and scattered spices lie on the counter.

GUY FIERI
(narrating)
This place was once the heart and soul of Flavortown. Now, it's a ghost of its former glory.

As Guy explores, he stumbles upon an old recipe book covered in dust. His eyes light up.

GUY FIERI
(exclaiming)
Donkey sauce lives on!

With renewed hope, Guy flips through the pages, discovering forgotten flavors and secret ingredients. He grabs a vial of hot sauce from his pocket and pours it into a nearby pan. The flames dance, breathing life into the forgotten recipe.

EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY

Guy climbs to the diner's rooftop, gasping for fresh air. He removes his gas mask and looks out over the desolate Flavortown.

GUY FIERI
(determined)
I won't let Flavortown fade away. It's time to bring the flavor back!

Guy takes a deep breath, savoring the clean air. He fills a small container with it, sealing it tightly.

GUY FIERI
(narrating)
This air is precious. It's a symbol of hope, a taste of what Flavortown once was.

With the vial of clean air and the resurrected donkey sauce recipe, Guy descends from the rooftop, ready to spread flavor and revive his beloved town.

FADE OUT.

I think some of Gemini's response is especially vivid, and it takes more liberties with the prompt, which is welcome.

I like Guy's narration more in my GPT response, though.

They both have good merits.