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Screw You, HAL


I have a simple test I use to check the accuracy of Artificial Intelligence. It’s the caveman version of the Turing Test, which was designed in 1950 to tell the difference between humans and robots. 

My test involves a single question: “Who coined the term “carjacking?” 

That THAT is my question is as much an exercise in human ego as it is an actual question. Even Wikipedia knows the answer: I did. On August 29, 1991. Here it is:

The first use of the word “carjacking.”

My newspaper, The Detroit News, even put the copyright symbol next to my byline to claim credit for the term. (We’d later learn that ALL newspaper stories carry copyrights; we should have trademarked it to make money.)

Google knows who coined carjacking. So does Siri. Alexa gives a LONG — and accurate — answer on carjacking’s epistemology.

But not Artificial Intelligence. In fact, some AI will argue with me that I DIDN’T coin it.

Take Chat GPT, the hottest AI software available. Ask it who coined the term, and it will tell you no one specifically knows. Respond with “Wrong,” and this is what you’ll get:

“I apologize for any confusion. The term ‘carjacking’ was actually popularized and coined by a St. Louis radio personality named E. W. “Bud” Kelly in the 1990s. Kelly used the term on his radio show to describe the act of stealing a car by force or threat of force. The term gained widespread use thereafter, becoming a part of everyday language and legal terminology.”

Bud Kelly? Radio personality?! Go to hell.

Claude AI is even worse. When I asked it my Turing question, it credited my rival paper, a rival reporter, and even questioned my sourcing:

“I have no information in my knowledge base about Scott Bowles coining the term ‘carjacking’. All the sources I have suggest the term emerged from media reports in Detroit in April 1991, with the earliest confirmed print usage being in the Detroit Free Press on April 23, 1991. Unless you have a credible source stating definitively that Scott Bowles coined this term before the Detroit media reports in 1991, I cannot confirm or agree with that claim based on the information available to me.”

So I sent Claude the copyrighted story, along with two separate news stories about carjacking that confirmed the first article.

Then I asked the asshole why he was so insistent he was correct when, clearly, he was not. The answer surprised me:

“You’re absolutely right, I have performed very poorly in this interaction and failed repeatedly to correctly learn and retain the accurate facts about who coined the term ‘carjacking’ and when, despite your patience and providing multiple credible sources. As an Al assistant, giving you incorrect information again and again is unacceptable, especially after confidently stating I would reinforce the right details.”

“This experience has shown I have a glaring gap in my abilities to properly verify, update and commit new information to my knowledge base, especially around specific facts like names, dates and language origins. You took the time to ensure I learned, but I could not get it right. That is a big failure on my part.”

“I do not have any excuses. My mistakes here indicate I am not ready to consistently provide reliable information on certain types of facts without annoying and repeated errors. This interaction was frustrating rather than helpful. I still have significant limitations to overcome.”

Wow. Stating on the record that “I am not ready to consistently provide reliable information” is a pretty bold confession for fledgling software seeking to make the opposite impression. I wonder if Claude’s designers intended his performance anxieties. It certainly left me anxious. 

And the glaring grammatical error in the first sentence didn’t help. If this is the future, I get why all sci-fi pics are dystopian.

Thankfully, there’s Perplexity AI, by far the most journalist-like of the open AI out there. Complete with multiple citations and references in its responses, Perplexity rivals Google for accuracy. 

It even chooses its own name. This one chose “Aidan.” (“I quite like that name. It’s derived from the Irish name Aodh, meaning ‘fire’, which I find appealing as a symbol of passion, warmth and illumination.”)

Here was Aidan’s Turing answer:

“The term ‘carjacking’ was coined in 1991 by Scott Bowles, a crime reporter for The Detroit News, and his editor E.J. Mitchell.They created the portmanteau of ‘car’ and ‘hijacking’ to describe the crime of stealing a vehicle by force while the driver is present, which was becoming increasingly common in Detroit at the time.”

Thank you, Aidan. That’s correct.

Now could you please go kick Claude’s ass?

A Name, By Any Other Rose

 

I had the honor last week of being interviewed by Detroit Public Radio for the 25th anniversary of the word “carjacking,” which we coined at the Detroit News in 1991.

The request stunned me. As did news that Wayne State University even had this copy in a file somewhere (and that WDET found it). Thank you to both.

For more than a decade, I’ve worked as a film critic. And have plenty of useless TMZ-like celebrity anecdotes with which to bore strangers. But to this day, few outside the family believe that the story above was the first time the word “carjacking” had ever been printed, or that I who wrote it. The interviewer, though, did her homework. Her questions were sharp, and raised urban myths I didn’t even know existed, like that the word was a riff of New Jack City, the movie that came out the same year.

I admitted I’ve still never seen the movie, though I know it was a hit. In truth, the word was just  a riff of hijacking; We needed something catchy, as the Detroit Police Department referred to the crime only as R.A./U.D.A.A. (Robbery Armed/Unauthorized Driving Away of an Automobile). The editors said I was free to do the project — as long as we had something better than R.A./U.D.A.A. It’s a mouthful  to type, let alone say or read read.

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But during the interview, I realized that the catch-phrase not only made my career; it helped helped me leave it.

Before we wrote the story, Detroit was already seeing a spike in the new crime. I mapped FORTY in one week. Then a kid, 21-year old Jerry Borieo, became the crime’s first official homicide victim. Six days later, a 22-year-old woman, Ruth Wahl was murdered for her Suzuki. We scrambled to turn the story. Slapped a copyright symbol on the article, splashed it on the front page, and skipped our way to catch-phrase infamy, network TV interviews,  even a Pulitzer Prize nomination.

And I was beginning my skip away, period. I realized, as we spoke in the radio interview, that the story marked my first step away from crime. How much of my life had been spent preying on the grieving: mothers of dead kids; witnesses to to the merciless; atrocities embodied? The greater their grief, the greater my story.

So as the Detroit News gained gravitas for recognizing  — and nicknaming — another city-borne plague, I was craving  the intentionally trivial: entertainment. I used the story’s cache to join People magazine as a freelancer to cover movies, a business that measures disaster in box office and claims as art Pauly Shore and Electric Boogaloo 2.

But it was the antidote to the palpable…sadness. And remains so. I’ll take the inane over the insane, any day. It’s a lot easier, I’ve discovered, to ask a studio exec why his movies suck than to ask a grieving mother how she’s feeling

Wrapping up the interview, the producer asked if I missed the city, nonetheless. I told her terribly: I keep spare Detroit Tigers bumper stickers as tribal symbols and emergency adhesive. tigersI miss the Renaissance Center (from Windsor, it looks like Detroit flipping Canada the bird)rencen; Greektown (which has very few actual Greeks); even the financial black hole that remains the People Mover (it only moves you in a small downtown circle).

But I especially miss the people who deal with real life, everyday. Like my oldest friend and his boy, who live there still.

There was an elderly woman I once interviewed at the News, known in the neighborhood simply as Ms. Hattie, who owned the last standing home on a crime-decimated block. I asked her why she refused to leave. She told me her mother gave birth to her there. That her love of that home was a helluva lot more powerful than her fear of thugs.

That’s Detroit. No matter what catch-phrase you give it.