AI-generated conversations between RMers

[washing machine]

Why didn't you just believe jorge in the first place, Joe?

[tree_]

drrrr because he's a sociopath drrrrrr

[Norah]

Why didn't you just believe jorge in the first place, Joe?

are you fucking serious?

[knee tunes]

that's better, but this time have knee tunes descend into psychosis at the idea of being romantically involved with jorge

Jorge: Hey Knee Tunes, what do you think of the AI generated conversations on RM?

Knee Tunes: To be honest, I think they're kind of boring.

Jorge: Really? We're using chatGPT to generate them, so they're supposed to be realistic and natural.

Knee Tunes: Yeah, but why can't they be more ridiculous? That would make them more interesting.

Jorge: I understand what you're saying, but the point of using chatGPT is to create conversations that sound like they could have been written by real people. If they're too absurd, it takes away from the realism.

Knee Tunes: I don't care about realism! I just want to see some absurd conversations for a change.

Jorge: I understand that you want something different, but we have to stick to the goals of the project. Generating realistic conversations is the priority.

Knee Tunes: Fine. But if I don't see some absurdity on this message board soon, I'm going to resort to comedic violence.

Jorge: I'm sorry, but that's not really appropriate. Let's just try to find a way to make the conversations more interesting without resorting to threats.

Knee Tunes: Fine, whatever. I'll just go find a message board where people actually know how to have fun. stomps off in a huff

Jorge: Wait, Knee Tunes! I have something to tell you!

Knee Tunes: stops and turns around What is it?

Jorge: I just wanted to let you know...I have feelings for you.

Knee Tunes: starts to tremble and her eyes widen What? No, Jorge, that's not appropriate. We're just posters on the same message board.

Jorge: I know, but I can't help how I feel. I think you're amazing and I want to be more than just fellow posters.

Knee Tunes: voice starts to shake Jorge, I can't...I can't do this. I don't feel the same way. Please, just leave me alone.

Jorge: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll back off.

Knee Tunes: starts to hyperventilate I need...I need to get away from you. turns and runs away

Jorge: Knee Tunes, wait! I'm sorry! starts to run after her, but she disappears into the crowd

Jorge: sighs and shakes his head I didn't mean to scare her like that. I guess I need to be more careful about who I express my feelings to.

At least AI figured out that I'm female. That's more than can be said for bodysnatcher for instance lol

And yeah, see what I mean?
. Quite vanilla and ho-hummish.

Hublets is all it's got going

[knee tunes]

that's better, but this time have knee tunes descend into psychosis at the idea of being romantically involved with jorge

Jorge: Hey Knee Tunes, what do you think of the AI generated conversations on RM?

Knee Tunes: To be honest, I think they're kind of boring.

Jorge: Really? We're using chatGPT to generate them, so they're supposed to be realistic and natural.

Knee Tunes: Yeah, but why can't they be more ridiculous? That would make them more interesting.

Jorge: I understand what you're saying, but the point of using chatGPT is to create conversations that sound like they could have been written by real people. If they're too absurd, it takes away from the realism.

Knee Tunes: I don't care about realism! I just want to see some absurd conversations for a change.

Jorge: I understand that you want something different, but we have to stick to the goals of the project. Generating realistic conversations is the priority.

Knee Tunes: Fine. But if I don't see some absurdity on this message board soon, I'm going to resort to comedic violence.

Jorge: I'm sorry, but that's not really appropriate. Let's just try to find a way to make the conversations more interesting without resorting to threats.

Knee Tunes: Fine, whatever. I'll just go find a message board where people actually know how to have fun. stomps off in a huff

Jorge: Wait, Knee Tunes! I have something to tell you!

Knee Tunes: stops and turns around What is it?

Jorge: I just wanted to let you know...I have feelings for you.

Knee Tunes: starts to tremble and her eyes widen What? No, Jorge, that's not appropriate. We're just posters on the same message board.

Jorge: I know, but I can't help how I feel. I think you're amazing and I want to be more than just fellow posters.

Knee Tunes: voice starts to shake Jorge, I can't...I can't do this. I don't feel the same way. Please, just leave me alone.

Jorge: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll back off.

Knee Tunes: starts to hyperventilate I need...I need to get away from you. turns and runs away

Jorge: Knee Tunes, wait! I'm sorry! starts to run after her, but she disappears into the crowd

Jorge: sighs and shakes his head I didn't mean to scare her like that. I guess I need to be more careful about who I express my feelings to.

At least AI figured out that I'm female. That's more than can be said for bodysnatcher for instance lol

And yeah, see what I mean?
. Quite vanilla and ho-hummish.

Hublets is all it's got going

[The Argonaut]

kt's right. It is all a bit ho-hum. The article writer was much more interesting, as it took things to much weirder places. I've been having a hard time trying to wrestle this thing into funny dialogue or dialogue that isn't a simple "I think x", "I think y", "let's agree to disagree and remain friends".

[Norah]

kt's right. It is all a bit ho-hum. The article writer was much more interesting, as it took things to much weirder places. I've been having a hard time trying to wrestle this thing into funny dialogue or dialogue that isn't a simple "I think x", "I think y", "let's agree to disagree and remain friends".

give it feedback, tell it to get combative

[Ello Sailor]

kt's right. It is all a bit ho-hum. The article writer was much more interesting, as it took things to much weirder places. I've been having a hard time trying to wrestle this thing into funny dialogue or dialogue that isn't a simple "I think x", "I think y", "let's agree to disagree and remain friends".

Have you found a way to make AI-Argo sound like less of a whiny b*tch?

[Ello Sailor]

Not my words. I would never say that. I think AI-Argo is a total Chad.

[The Argonaut]

He has no relation to me. I'm not troubled

[Jorge]

At least AI figured out that I'm female. That's more than can be said for bodysnatcher for instance lol

You can tell it that Knee Tunes is female. Why would you expect it to just "figure it out" based on the input "Knee Tunes" lol

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

It does all kinds of things. I used it to write a project proposal and budget last week

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

Oh yeah. It would take some tinkering (both in the interface and out) but yeah you could get a good skeleton out of it.

One of the first things I did when I was just testing it out was have it create a script for an episode of Space Ghost: Coast to Coast. It only took a few adjustments to make something that felt true to the show. I'll find it

[Jorge]

Done fully in app, just with prompts:

Space Ghost: Hello and welcome to Space Ghost: Coast to Coast. I'm your host, Space Ghost, and joining me tonight is the one and only Carly Rae Jepsen. Welcome to the show, Carly.

Carly Rae Jepsen: Thanks for having me, Space Ghost. It's great to be here.

Space Ghost: So, Carly, you've had quite a successful career in music. Tell us about your latest album.

Carly Rae Jepsen: Well, my latest album is called "Dedicated" and it's a collection of pop songs that are really personal and meaningful to me. I had a lot of fun making this album and I hope my fans enjoy it as much as I do.

Space Ghost: That sounds great, Carly. I'm sure your fans will love it. But before we get too far into the interview, I have to warn you about one thing.

Carly Rae Jepsen: What's that, Space Ghost?

Space Ghost: My band leader, Zorak, is completely in love with you. He's going to try to interrupt our interview at every opportunity.

Carly Rae Jepsen: Oh no! I didn't realize that.

Zorak: (interrupting) Carly Rae Jepsen, I love you! Will you be my queen?

Carly Rae Jepsen: Uh, I'm flattered, Zorak, but I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Space Ghost: (sighing) Zorak, please. Let's try to keep the interview on track.

Zorak: (muttering) Fine, Space Ghost. But I'll never give up on Carly Rae Jepsen.

Space Ghost: (to Carly) Sorry about that, Carly. Let's move on to the next question.

Carly Rae Jepsen: Sure!

Moltar: (interrupting) Carly, I have a problem.

Space Ghost: Good grief!

Moltar: My wife Linda and I are going through a rough patch in our relationship and I was hoping you could write a love song for her.

Carly Rae Jepsen: Oh Moltar, that's such a sweet request. I'd love to help. Let me just grab my guitar and we'll see what we can come up with.

Carly starts strumming her guitar and begins to sing.

Carly Rae Jepsen:
"Linda, my love, you are the sun in my sky
The river that runs through my soul
And I can't imagine a day without you
You make my world whole"

Suddenly, the studio is filled with a loud buzzing noise. Space Ghost and Carly Rae Jepsen look around in confusion.

Space Ghost: What's going on?

Brak, who has been lurking in the corner of the studio, steps forward.

Brak: I'm sorry, Space Ghost. I was trying to summon a pizza with my magical powers, but I accidentally summoned a swarm of killer bees instead.

Zorak: Brak, you dunce!

Space Ghost: Killer bees?! Oh no! We have to get out of here!

Carly Rae Jepsen: Wait, Space Ghost. Let's try to calm them down. Maybe I can sing a song to soothe them.

Space Ghost: That's a good idea, Carly. But be careful, those bees are dangerous.

Carly Rae Jepsen begins to sing a gentle song about the importance of bees to the ecosystem.

Carly Rae Jepsen:
“Bees, bees, flying in the breeze
Buzzing 'round the flowers with ease
Pollinating plants, spreading the seeds
Helping our ecosystem succeed

Oh, bees are so important, can't you see?
Without them, our world would not be
As vibrant, as colorful, as free
Bees, bees, they're crucial to our planet, don't you agree?”

The bees slowly begin to calm down and eventually fly out of the studio.

Space Ghost: Wow, Carly. That was amazing! You saved the day.

Carly Rae Jepsen: It was my pleasure, Space Ghost. Bees are such important creatures and we need to protect them.

The scene fades to black as Space Ghost and Carly Rae Jepsen continue their conversation off camera.

The end

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[epilogue]

Damn, just wait until Zach Braff gets his hands on this thing

AL

[epilogue]

You should listen to The Daily episode about it, Trag. What folks are already using this for is impressive and sort of terrifying.

Like therapy for example.

[knee tunes]

Damn, just wait until Zach Braff gets his hands on this thing

AL

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