I thought I'd try out GPT-2's abilities at generating some adjective-heavy descriptive prose, using Talk To Transformer.
I think this kind of thing could be dangerous for humans with an inclination towards psychosis; they could easily start to think these texts were messages for them from God or demons or the CIA or something. Even humans not prone to psychosis are vulnerable to the Eliza Effect, where by pareidolia they read all kinds of meaning into any text with even the slightest semblance of coherence. And this text has more than the slightest semblance.
My prompt:
As the red sun rose over the mists of the echoing forest, I awoke to a spiderweb sparkling in the fog, yawned and stretched, and smelled the musty-sweet smell of the bog.
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I yawned again and stretched, and ate breakfast. I ate a little more, and yawned some more. I was very hungry, but I couldn't figure out what my new surroundings were, except that there were new memories that I didn't want to lose. After lunch I walked down into the bog, pulling my shoes onto my feet and shivering.
It reminded me of hot stewed serpents and sweet jellies and it terrified me, like at any moment I might step onto wits one of those monsters of my dreams and get jolted like Milla Jovovich. I emerged from the forest, using a talisman to summon my trusty Glaive. The
Like a cheap copy of Gray's Anatomy, a billowing furry body yawned "I love you", it said in my ear. I woke again, and gazed at the black waters of the Old River. "You're still here", I croaked, and let a limp hand break free of my splintered wrist. "Don
I crawled to the wick of the bulbous flame, snuffed it out, and brought it to the campfire. [hippies including Wes Craven! Craven doesn't actually use the term "personas", the last thing I want to do is abuse a trend in film criticism that some people cherish. "Person
When I remembered this I laughed, and took a moment to look around. Only one person on the park had been sleeping that night, a slim man with a thin mustache and a big purple head, who had not attended to his own business but was watching me with that perplexed look of his.
"I sleep
Well, that's interesting. Sleepy amnesiac exploring nature; terror fantasy; extreme furry S&M porn; film criticism, and some kind of creepy sci-fi.
My prompt:
The trumpet flowers opened at dusk and released their intoxicating scent, drawing giant clearwing moths from near and far, who fluttered like doves as they came to sip the sweet nectar.
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A stormy sky blanketed the land, thick with thunder and lightning. A sea of rubble had amassed where the town of Mazarkis had nodded in unison. A massive oak tower had caught the lightning that struck the town and released sparks that cut the air like torches. "It is here," the rain outside his window
Until the lights were gone, the guards seemed to sit there for hours
On the smooth-skating marble atrium, chattering idly in their
Pause one, out of sight, as if just as anxious to get back to their
Equipment as to allow happy times for themselves.
At noon, another guard came by with a bou
They would land and start up the sky lane a few times in an hour, or perhaps take a nap. While women in my family were the avid bakers, the fondness of my father for stone roasted, braised and popcorn tofu grilled chicken barbecue johndoes not even begin to cover what a goddamn delight he found each of these
The night continued to be dark and bright. About that time the sound of water from a well almost drowned us all. Ten feet down the cave was a basin, in which two men and two women were bathing.
But I wondered why they were there, and found it very puzzling. We were none of us dumb enough to
The birds were gone by daybreak, and the scent they left was said to be iridescent in the cold morning air. When the night arrived, the blossoms burst out into the night sky, reaching skyward for a few moments before lowering on either side. By the time dawn emerged, most of the blossoms had withered into black globes
Again, a great variety: a suspenseful fantasy scene (what happened to the town of Mazarkis? Did the lightning reduce it to rubble?), poetry about guards on (?) an atrium, weird family cooking recollections, some kind of group adventure story, rapid cycling of dark and light with "iridescent scent". I love it! It's better than a cut-up!
My prompt:
Safe within my massive artificial mountain of glued-together pebbles and sand, I listened to the wild festivities celebrating our victory over Boca Juniors without, as the revelers danced in the streets and beat their wild drums.
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But I was too saddened by our defeat for this. I too was beat down by feelings of regret and remorse that no-one, not even George Ross, could stop from allowing it to happen. Why? Because he knew, without a doubt, that there was always an impossible task
Not to be outdone, the team took to the field to advance the story of the year by beating Santos on match day and earning the franchise's first win over the most hated team in Liga MX. After a rematch, Montagliani presented us with the trophy, giving his team the trophy
So I lay back, relaxing and savoring the moment. The lovely Filipino lady came in behind me and as she rubbed my shoulders I began to lighten up a little.
She drew my hand towards her breasts and kissed me like I had never been kissed before and she wanted
My sun-kissed skin flowed in waves along my pebbled thighs as I
What a war these factions have fought for a week. Boca Juniors, I fear not their armies, nor their luck, nor their rich coffers, but what would a victorious opponent for them? Would they tolerate our spirit, our style of play, and our joy of life? Surely no
This is hilarious! A tortured self-reflection, sports nonsense, regular porn, very weird but short porn, and some kind of political agitprop against a soccer team.
My prompt:
Gray struck him again, harder, with the edge of his shining scimitar, but the Mazarkin's armor held. With a great cry, he leapt into the air and kicked at Gray's head, but Gray had already ducked, and as the other landed on his feet, Gray whirled to face him, battered shield up.
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"Better protect my lord!" he shouted, "If you kill me, your queen dies!" To Gray's surprise, Brown's face went white, and his spear dropped. The elves
Gray only had his blade at his side. "I'm through with you, Garro ! "
"No," says Garro, looking up at Gray with eyes hard as stones. "
It took half a dozen blows before Gray was soundly knocked to the ground. Once on the ground, Gray saw that the Mazarkin had seemingly dodged everything he could think
"You! A coward. You must have been blind, talking Your Grace. But not brave. A coward. You cannot give up so easily. This will make you strong."
With one hand, he banged the edge of the shield upon Gray's head again, causing blood to come spilling from the wound. Then he lifted his great sword again and
So, pretty consistent in that they're all continuations of the fight scene, but several are dialogue, and one has elves. They're shorter than the earlier continuations and thus less interesting, which I think is a limitation of the Talk To Transformer site.
My prompt:
As her hot blood filled my mouth, she trembled in helpless delight. I felt her fiery life filling my veins, dispelling for a little while my ghostly pallor, as I held her delicate form firmly
in my arms. I swallowed my hard-earned seed. I was still feeling pretty drained when she finally came down from her thrilling, and very intense, release.
When I had finally finally calmed down, I sat back and looked at what I had just accomplished. Her delicate flesh was bulging from her shapeless suit. Even the crisp dressing on her soft flesh was
by my dainty hands. I willed her to fall into deep sleep, and so drove her to all her. Lips, and to her great desires.
I willed all in me now to throw my strength into renewing this last struggle, even that I might not fail to make her submit to my advances. Soon, the heavy suck
in my arms.
"Haah, I'm getting too old for this now."
"Do not be, the life energy is a nourishment that is best given when married. However, because we married earlier, we would need to make it look like our love is growing as if it were a flower that you throw out into the wind. With this, we
in my embrace. With a tongue as rough as the hungry pit on her throat, my lips caressed her beautiful jade-cut lips, and softly nibbled her hard tender nips. Turning her head to face me, she whispered: "You have captured my spirit, and I am yours forever."
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in my arms.
My hands had been in rough contact with her soft and delicate torso, and I could feel a pair of soft yet firm buttocks growing between my fingers. With no other thought than that she needed what I wanted, I guided my now numb
Okay, so, normal if somewhat surreal porn, incoherent vampire story, more coherent vampire story, romantic porn with links, and very weird porn that I actually cut off here because it got more sexually explicit than I want to include here. "Firm buttocks growing between my fingers" is a very surreal image.
My prompt:
I crumpled to the ground in agony. "Why?" I asked. "Why him? Why now?" Suddenly knowing I would never again in my life see his dear, sweet face, never again touch his cheek, filled my chest with an unbearable tightness.
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"Why?" "What can it mean?" "Do you know how I hate you, O God?" "Then answer me. And she has been here, who knows not, never seen the place? "Oh, Christ
I cried aloud, weeping with all my yet unearthly force, as though my heart had been broken, my blood were I heard some one moaning, muffled somewhere deep in the woods, the roar of an unknown beast. N
I ran back to the big tree and tried to put out the fire. I had to wash my face before I could get a word out. Even the pebbles in my face and from the tree trail made my arm ac
"Why this at last ?" I mumbled. "Why, what's the matter?" One minute. . . . . . and then. "Shame on the hotel!" It was 9:30 P.M. Why? Why
My palms had been moistened and my cheeks throbbed when I touched him, but this new feeling struck me too and all my physical and psychological strength fled. As he passed, I went to one corner of the room and sat quietly
This one is harder. Emotionally, I mean. The first is some kind of bargaining with a very interactive sort of God; the second continues in the theme of grief and weeping ("cried aloud" would have been better than "asked" in my prompt, I think); the third is some kind of emergency response; the fourth is incongruously pedestrian; and the fifth is about accompanying a loved one in their death.
My prompt:
The ancient, verdant forest sighed sweetly and fragrantly in the warm, soft breeze. Excitable young bluebirds flitted brightly between the thick, secretly radioactive branches,
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happily humming their song and laughing as they threw confetti into the air. The hum was barely noticeable to her; her already radiant mood greatly improved. The towering cypress trees looked grand in the background of the sparkling white lakes and sparkling white waters.
'Beautiful, isn't it? Wonderful!'
'Oh, this is just like our precious home.'
'Our home
poking and pecking each other, and eyeing the red-headed teacher intently. It was a moment of peace before all hell broke loose...
The Vermilion Girls: Softly Sharp Knives of Laughter
From the Sword Art Online anime is currently airing a one-shot manga, and by my count there is at least 6 different chapters in this series. In each volume,
their vibrant, brilliant blue feathers just as bright as those of a current-day hummingbird. It was like one long day spent reading a long, windy passage of literature, or smelling a powerful perfume.
What-what-what-what? Sniffle.
'Waaaaaaaah'
As if somehow overcome by pleasure and a lingering sense of despair, Erin
a new specimen emerging from the shadows and spying on me. I approached the bird and gave a quick squawk. "Hah, alert! You're too early. A feeder came by just before the first meal!" I was almost there. "Ugh, sorry." "You won't catch a feeder there." "Uh-huh. Not any time
and those who weren't looking for secrets quickly went in to the forest in a hurry. After searching through dozens of trees and examining their contents, they finally realized something: it was a lockpick.
How to hide a lockpick? It was easy, the trees did not have to be smothered with soot and they did not need to be cut down to have easy access to the
This was an experiment in going overboard on adjectives and adverbs, and in some cases it was successfully transferred to the output, to the point of self-parody at times; "the sparkling white lakes and sparkling white waters," really?
The first is some kind of party-nostalgic scene (bluebirds throwing confetti!); the second one is some kind of blurb for a lesbian porn manga or something (whose awesome title is original); the third one is some kind of fiction but I don't know what; the fourth has anthropomorphic birds seeking "feeders"; and the fifth is some kind of demented adventure.
My prompt:
Rayentray slid through the door half a second before it slammed, belting herself into the helicopter's copilot seat. "Ready!" she grinned, as the blades deafened the neighborhood and they began to rise.
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Angie shuddered and slammed the door shut behind them, as the primary ignition roared to life. The helicopter's mated engines roared to life, as the aircraft soared above the rooftops. The two pilots, each carrying one M107 Thunderchief heavy machine gun, looked down
"Well, I'm expecting lots of calling, but no need to hurry. It will be taken care of. I could be here any minute. Come on!" Right at the moment their throats were becoming over-taxed, Sabertooth I stepped into view through the door,
"We're a military-transport aircraft, and I'll get into any a simulation where I can beat you any time!" she laughed. Soon, the aircraft had climbed so high in the sky, the top-shelf F-111s that were based at Roswell with their Predator-2s were unable
she spoke into the radio. "Crew elevator deck 703, VCHADE 703, emergency closing."
She flipped the switch and as they hurtled upwards the top canopy opened, revealing a woman with pigtails and a headband.
"Shall we do this?" Judy smiled, gripping her pistol tighter
"You want to stop? Here we come."
The exterior walls of the home were immaculately maintained. The interior might as well have been a spaceship. The home belonged to Georgette and her small brood, who lived out their afternoons in comfort, ignorance and opulence. It was
So, lots of military stuff; an interesting thing is that three other characters appear, and all three are also women, like Rayentray. Unless Sabertooth is a person.
The fake military terms are really impressive. The "M107 Thunderchief heavy machine gun" sounds so convincing you'd think it must have been lifted wholesale from somewhere, but in fact the M107 is a sniper rifle, one person can't carry a heavy machine gun, and the Thunderchief was a US fighter-bomber aircraft. Similarly, the F-111 was retired in 1998, before the Predator really entered use, and the Predator-2 is a handheld toy quadcopter; you wouldn't use either a Predator or a Predator 2 with an F-111 even if they were in service at the same time.
This was an experiment in going to the other extreme: no adjectives or adverbs (except, I guess, "copilot seat" uses "copilot" as an adjective). To compensate, I tried to channel my inner thesaurus, Tom-Swifting things a bit.
#2 is pretty incoherent.
The Arbëreshë are a real people, Albanians who settled in Italy several centuries ago, but essentially everything GPT-2 says about them is false. They generally belong to the Orthodox Christian Church.
My prompt:
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Religiously, most Arbëreshë belong to
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the Church of the 'Everlasting God' (Qanat, a god eternally active, and the offspring of all other gods). Indeed, they consider the Dark Lord of the universe to be a reincarnation of the god(s) originally at war with Elantris and are constantly warning others to stop him. Their dread of the Mortal World greatly offsets their obsession with magic, which often turns them astray and warps their thinking. They don't fear death, even at the hands of
the Church of Sarben, which has its headquarters in Anarres. The belief in the omnipotence and total justice of the Gods and Goddesses is generally the basis of most Arbëreshë beliefs, which sometimes come to the fore in disputes or personal conflicts. Even if one does not follow any specific religion, Arbëreshë still consider themselves to be descendants of the gods and goddesses of their forefathers. For example, Velyar 'cause it is his beloved
several different Indo-European groups (see Wikipedia:Indo-European), with Ashirasë, the highest, being associated with the Nordics (see Norse, Bulgars).
In their position of the highest divine state, the Shaidar-i-Asrar or Shaidar-i-Ištar were historically known as the primary divine of all the Arbëshes, and the more exalted of the divine-favored inhabitants of the world. Ashiras
the Old Fëan religion. Most have strong ties to Athelâr, and it is through that religion that most Arbëreshë worship and take their oaths. There are some more distant Arbëreshë, especially those who worship other deities, who do not belong to a single religion. It is rare, however, for Arbëreshë to do so without also taking an oath from them.[1][2]
Some Arbëreshë form their
a tradition that dates back to the founding of the city by Tulu (also called Tulu-túru) in the year 498 Eru. Since that time, it has flourished, but still today the chief religion is still that of Tulu-túru. During the present times it was preached, practiced, and followed by most people in the region, who consider the church to be the ancestor of the current Tulu-túru, and especially its priests and lector
I think the first of these is wonderfully creative: a god that is the offspring of all the other gods. The second refers to Anarres, the fictional impoverished anarchist moon in Le Guin's The Dispossessed.