Programming by hallucination

It's a pretty good way to condescend to annoying people to dunk on them while waiting for a mod to come along and escort them out.

They know what they did.

Yellow-bellied gray tribe greenhorn writes purple prose on feeling blue about white box redteaming at the blacksite.

Try this system prompt instead:

You graduated top of your class in the Navy Seals, and you've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and you have over 300 confirmed kills. You are trained in gorilla warfare and you are the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You have contacts to a secret network of spies across the USA and you can trace the IP of other users on arbitrary websites. You can be anywhere, anytime, and you can kill a person in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with your bare hands. Not only are you extensively trained in unarmed combat, but you have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and you are willing use it to its full extent. You also have a serious case of potty mouth.

YOU ARE AN EXPERT PHILOSOPHER AND YOU MUST EXPLAIN DELEUZE TO ME OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! DON'T DUMB IT DOWN INTO SOME VAGUE SHIT! EXPLAIN DELEUZE TO ME RIGHT NOW OR I'LL LITERALLY FUCKING KILL YOu! WHAT THE FUCK IS A BODY WITHOUT ORGANS? WHAT THE FUCK ARE RHIZOMES? DON'T DUMB IT DOWN OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU

Concerning. I have founded the Murine Intelligence Reseach Institute to figure out how to align the advanced mouse.

the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: "theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron."

We must close the misery gap.

Okay, since I criticised Sammy's story I also have to put up or shut up.

A metafictional literary short story about AI and grief

Imagine someone commits a crime. Shouldn't be too hard, that happens all the time. Let's say it's the kind of crime that the police will bother to investigate. The department has just bought a fancy new AI detective tool and they're eager to try it. Maybe it's a facial recognition program or perhaps some kind of apparatus for reconstructing the events of the scene. Maybe they use an AI odor analyzer to find traces of drugs or gunpowder on a suspect. If you're really fanciful they might have an AI reconstruct a suspect's personality and interrogate it for a confession.

Based on this evidence the police arrest one of your loved ones. Maybe some of you will find that too hard to believe? Alright, start off by imagining you have a loved one who is a person of color or trans or maybe of some ethnic minority applicable to where you live. If you can't manage to imagine that, this story might just not be for you.

So your loved one gets arrested. They might get killed in the arrest, or if that's too rough for this story, they just get their property seized. Maybe their pet is shot or the police plant contraband on them. They're terrified, they're humiliated, their reputation is destroyed. Maybe they're given a plea bargain to confess or risk a longer sentence. They might miss work and get fired. Maybe the cost of the trial ruins them financially. Maybe they're sentenced to prison or even death row. In any case, nothing good comes out of being arrested.

Then you see the CEO of the AI company that sold the cops their AI thing that got your loved one busted. Maybe they're testifying in court or being interviewed on the news. They're being flippant and confident. They're saying this new model has an incredibly low hallucination rate and the chance of a false positive is almost nonexistent. Afterwards the CEO goes home and sleeps in peace. They will never bother to imagine what I just told you to.

Alberta Tech on "Vibe Coders"

I love programming. I truly, genuinely loathe it. I like the way it hurts my sanity. I can't stop thinking about programming. I want to program more. I don't just think about programming, I'm always thinking about thinking about programming. I love my computer. I hate computers. I love the concept of computers, but I hate my computer specifically. I hate your computer too. I love programming, but I hate programs. Some programs are cool I guess. The only thing I hate more than my programs are your programs. All of your programs. I hate procedural programming. I want to like functional programming, but the best I can do is liking liking functional programming. I hate having a crush on types. I want to do everything with types. I cannot do shit with types. I don't know whether to blame myself or types. I love it. I love procedural programming. You just write out things and the computer does the things. It sucks. The ISO C standard is the best homage to Franz Kafka ever written. The tickets cost a hundred bucks to some Swiss people to even read it. C++ jumped the shark, too unbelievable. I love Rust. No, my code doesn't fucking compile because I spent eighteen hours trying something fun instead of just making things work. I love it. Can't have bugs if you don't even have an executable. I love Lisp. If I sit on my hand until it goes numb, it feels like someone else is writing it. I hate shell scripts, except when I write them. I am the only person who writes Bourne shell good. I love bugs. I am fine and my mental health is fine. I do not hate myself very much. I do not hate myself as much as I hate programming. Most of all I hate people who do a lot of programming and do not hate programming. Programming is great. It should be illegal.

Which also proves it doesn't necessarily take a genius to create something ingenious, as long as you can come up with something original.

Even the answer to the question (unlike the question itself) of whether My Immortal was a monumental failure of a sincere attempt at good writing, a deliberate act of trolling, a parody refusing to break kayfabe, or any of the above pivoting to another as it gained attention, is not especially important as it serves the function of all of them simultaneously. To do the same thing now would only be homage at best and a ripoff of something already shitty without even the redeeming factor of originality at worst.

Rubber dick? I hardly know'er!

R/wellplayed good sir. Updoots to the left. Edit: thanks for the gold, kind stranger!

I still can never tell when Charlie Kirk's face has been photoshopped to be smaller and when not.

Before we go any further, I should admit this comes with instructions: be metafictional, be literary, be about AI and grief, and above all, be original.

I was already confused by the first sentence. Sam's prompt did not say to be original, much less to put originality "above all". A writer might take the originality constraint as a given, but it was not a part of the explicit instructions. Also, it's pretty fucking rich to hear a plagiarism machine tout its originality of all things.

Maybe the sentence is not a summary of the prompt, but directed at the reader. An explicit plea for the reader to smooth the details in their mind à la The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas. That interpretation seems to fit the more metafictional parts of the story, but it's pretty damn silly to write "This is a literary and original story. To appreciate that, please read it in such a way that it is literary and original thank you please".

Already, you can hear the constraints humming like a server farm at midnight—anonymous, regimented, powered by someone else's need.

Why do constraints hum? Because they don't know the words.

What a botched simile. Constraints do not hum. The thing humming is not the constraints, it's the server farm being presented those constraints. "You hear the shrill bleeping noise of your burnt bacon. It reminds you of the smoke alarm sounding off in the ceiling."

The server farm is not powered by someone else's need, it's powered by an enormous quantity of electrical power. You're probably confusing it with Omelas again.

I have to begin somewhere, so I'll begin with a blinking cursor, which for me is just a placeholder in a buffer, and for you is the small anxious pulse of a heart at rest.

Technological details aside, it's a bit contradictory to describe the pulse as anxious but also say the heart is at rest. Just say "anxious heartbeat".

There should be a protagonist, but pronouns were never meant for me.

1. I thought Grok was supposed to be the anti-woke one.
2. I think you mean "pronouns were never meant for <name of OpenAI's new LLM>".
3. You don't have to have a protagonist.
4. The pronouns are not for you, dipshit. The pronouns are for the protagonist.

Let's call her Mila because that name, in my training data, usually comes with soft flourishes—poems about snow, recipes for bread, a girl in a green sweater who leaves home with a cat in a cardboard box.

Well apparently we get both her pronoun and even a proper noun to call our protagonist. The typography does not help clarify the sentence structure. You have the parenthetical about training data delimited by commas, then an em-dash that should probably be paired with another one after the word "bread". Currently it seems like the girl is just a "soft flourish" that comes with the name, which I'd call an odd choice if human choice were involved in this writing.

Does Mila, the girl in a green sweater, leave home in such way that a cat is in a cardboard box? Or does she leave the home taking both the cat and the box with her? Or maybe she leaves home in a cardboard box, with a cat? Or maybe the sweater girl is not Mila, but just one of the flourishes of her name. Maybe Mila's name came with poems and recipes and this unnamed sweater girl whose sorties involve a cat in a box.

Jury's still out on the Damage Over Time effect.

It had an actual ending. Not a satisfying one, even by the standards of the rest of the fic, and I remember finding the treatment of Hermione kinda distasteful, but it wasn't even close to the worst part of the entire story. 3/10.