Trish Shadow on the lake Active Member Member New Member Winner 4th Contest May Tuesday at 10:39 PM #21 Stuart Dren said: going to do it anyway no matter what. Future with autonomous weapons sucks though. Click to expand... Of course they are, and so is the US it's only logical. What I don't get is why OpenAI would bother to lie about it. It's so transparent it's painful.
Stuart Dren said: going to do it anyway no matter what. Future with autonomous weapons sucks though. Click to expand... Of course they are, and so is the US it's only logical. What I don't get is why OpenAI would bother to lie about it. It's so transparent it's painful.
defaux May contain traces of purple Active Member Member New Member Winner: February Short Story Winner: January Short Story Winner: December Short Story Winner: August Flash Fiction Wednesday at 12:42 AM #22 sounds like something straight out of fiction
Louanne Learning Active Member Member New Member Role Play Moderator Winner: 4th Contest Feb Winner: 4th Contest August Winner: June Flash Fiction Today at 8:14 PM #23 Louanne Learning said: And - Mrinank Sharma, (PhD in Statistical Machine Learning, University of Oxford) - a top researcher at Anthropic - has quit his job to write poetry. Click to expand... This is another poem written by Sharma. I tend to read his poems through the lens of his AI experience now. Distance Sometimes I see behind the masks and facades that draw and divert me, and I sense your ugliness: a terrific, terrifying stillness, and I think: give that to me. I want to die. Because I know that this ugliness: this is where God touched you, and my love, this is how God conceived you, and I long for just one drop of its pure divine truth. But my love, I see you also in fear, and to your fear, I bow, and as I bow, I know: this too is sacred.
Louanne Learning said: And - Mrinank Sharma, (PhD in Statistical Machine Learning, University of Oxford) - a top researcher at Anthropic - has quit his job to write poetry. Click to expand... This is another poem written by Sharma. I tend to read his poems through the lens of his AI experience now. Distance Sometimes I see behind the masks and facades that draw and divert me, and I sense your ugliness: a terrific, terrifying stillness, and I think: give that to me. I want to die. Because I know that this ugliness: this is where God touched you, and my love, this is how God conceived you, and I long for just one drop of its pure divine truth. But my love, I see you also in fear, and to your fear, I bow, and as I bow, I know: this too is sacred.