My hobby: asking LLMs to write essays "in the style of James Mickens"
example:
> Write a paragraph on spaghetti carbonara the style of James Mickens.
> Ah, carbonara. A dish of such deceptive simplicity, it's practically a quantum singularity of culinary hubris. You think, "Eggs, cheese, guanciale, pasta? Child's play!" But
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> only reward is a fleeting moment of eggy, peppery, salty bliss before the next inevitable thermodynamic collapse.
bleh. i don't mind in principle having robots do art and writing for us, but their chronic inability to be properly cynical stains everything they produce. it's all "big bang theory" flavored, for lack of a better phrase.
Perhaps those are an essential ingredient for a full consciousness or experience of what we've agreed by consensus to call reality, but the parental part of me holds on desperately to the hope that if we create anew, those we create might have a better experience with vague gesture at everything than us. :)
example:
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