I noted with interest the recent announcement by an accessibility tool vendor that AI powered! keyboard testing has been introduced into their product. I thought, hey I wanna piece of that AI easy action, but I don’t wanna have to sign up for a free trial…, get hooked and pay the piper. So I tapped my friend ChatGPT to produce an AI powered! test harness of my own.
It is open source and can be forked/improved/trashed by anyone for free!
Feel free to try it, improve it, point out it is shit
I extend no warranty as to its accuracy of the code or its output Use at your own risk.
If anyone has any doubt about my python coding skills:
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