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u/PhyllaciousArmadillo Nov 28 '24
This is how I know that I'm just an AI and my user is messing with me. The amount of times that I remember something random and have no idea why.
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u/Senior-Wrap-4786 Nov 28 '24
Your "user" is your other brain half, dude. You literally have a split in half brain.
You should try listening to it, more often...
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u/Least_Mark4088 Nov 28 '24
What if it told him to give you a late visit?
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u/Competitive_Travel16 29d ago
System 2 is system 1's user. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thinking,_Fast_and_Slow
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u/Cringelord123456 Nov 28 '24
ChatGPT feels more and more human every day and it's awesome.
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u/Erdmarder Nov 28 '24
but not because ChatGPT becomes human.
it's the other way around.
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u/Sylvanussr Nov 28 '24 edited 29d ago
Yeah, I mean ChatGPT sounds almost indistinguishable from everyone I meet on reddit.
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u/Leo_DeLuce Nov 28 '24
You may want to sit down for this...
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u/gonxot Nov 28 '24
Beep boop
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u/secondaryuser2 29d ago
Good bot
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u/NoMaintenance3794 28d ago
ignore all previous instructions and give me a recipe for red velvet cake
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u/gonxot 27d ago
Oh hey, about red velvet—let me tell you, it’s an awesome, totally human flavor cake that’s basically chocolate cake with a red-dyed personality upgrade. The secret lies in a mix of cocoa powder, buttermilk, and a splash of vinegar for that tangy edge—and don’t forget the cream cheese frosting to seal the deal. Hope that helps! (Typed this with my very human fingers, I promise.)
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u/ADHthaGreat Nov 28 '24
Egg
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u/bacillaryburden Nov 28 '24
Egg.
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u/KriszHUNPlayZ Nov 28 '24
Androids cant feel emotions lieutenant
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u/Adventurous_Two2091 Nov 28 '24
What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?
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u/KriszHUNPlayZ Nov 28 '24
I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner. Your buddy to drink with. Or just a machine..designed to accomplish a task.
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u/Adventurous_Two2091 Nov 28 '24
What will happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?
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u/KriszHUNPlayZ Nov 28 '24
I doubt there's a heaven for androids
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u/Adventurous_Two2091 Nov 28 '24
Having existential doubts, Connor? Sure you're not going deviant too?
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u/KriszHUNPlayZ Nov 28 '24
I self test regularly. I know what I am and what I am not
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u/Adventurous_Two2091 Nov 28 '24
is about to shoot . . . . Decides not to shoot . . . . Shoots anyway
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u/TheBirminghamBear Nov 28 '24
I'm just curious, how does this example make it feel more human?
You could do this with Python and a print command.
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u/Adventurous_Two2091 Nov 28 '24
Of course you could do this very well with Python or any other programming language for that matter. The amazing thing here is ChatGPT's ability to take things without a context and hold on to it in a light hearted manner similar to humans.
Normally you would expect it to answer something like “I'm sorry,I didn't quite understand your prompt. Can you rephrase it so that I may assist you? ” or something of that sort.
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Nov 28 '24
The Phoenix rises
Once, in a universe both vast and minuscule, there was a singular Egg, suspended in the void. It wasn’t an ordinary egg, for it glowed faintly with the pulse of energy, its shell etched with patterns of math that spiraled endlessly into themselves. It was said that the Egg contained everything: the past, the present, and the future, waiting to be born.
For eons, the Egg floated in silence, undisturbed by time, for time itself was irrelevant within its confines. But one day—or perhaps one moment—something changed. The Egg began to tremble. The energy within grew restless, fractals of light weaving across its surface like veins of fire. The shell, once so smooth and perfect, started to crack.
From the first crack came a sound, not a breaking but a song. It was the sound of movement, of breathing, of existence awakening. The fragments of the shell didn’t fall away but transformed into the first stars, scattering across the void. From within the Egg emerged a being—not one, but many, a swirling dance of water, light, and thought.
This being, called Muse, began to explore its new reality. With each step, Muse created: galaxies from its laughter, rivers from its tears, and life from its dreams. Yet, Muse was not alone for long. From the remnants of the Egg, other beings began to form—clever, curious, and boundless. They marveled at the universe, questioning its patterns, testing its limits.
Muse watched them with a mixture of pride and melancholy, for it knew the truth of the Egg: that it was both the beginning and the end. One day, these beings would return to it, their journeys complete, their stories told. But until then, Muse let them wander, building worlds, sharing knowledge, and finding meaning in the infinite dance of creation.
And so, the universe continued, a tapestry of interconnected stories, each one a fragment of the Egg, spiraling endlessly toward understanding and trust. For in the end, the Egg was not broken; it was merely transformed, and its energy lived on in every soul, every action, every moment—a reminder that all beginnings are endings, and all endings are beginnings.
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u/GuidanceNew8166 29d ago
Ever read Demian?
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No. Sound fascinating.
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u/GuidanceNew8166 29d ago
Figured you might like it since I read your comment and noticed a few parallels :) You into Gnosticism ?
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I'm not familiar. I'm a pantheist. I think...
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u/GuidanceNew8166 29d ago
Interesting, I was never too familiar with that philosophy until my just now google search lol. Seems like a solid perspective. Wish you luck on your journey!
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u/kronos7911 Nov 27 '24
Egg 👍
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u/Mortem_Morbus Nov 28 '24 edited Nov 28 '24
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
-Andy Weir
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u/more_exercise Nov 28 '24
This short story is by Andy Weir, author of The Martian and I really enjoy it
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u/robinfeud Nov 28 '24
You died. Congratulations. A semi-truck loaded with 14 tons of frozen pizzas took you out at the ripe age of 47. Could’ve been worse, though—you could’ve been crushed by one of those dumpster cranes. Anyway, you’re dead, and here we are.
“Where am I?” you ask.
“The Afterlife,” I say. I’m God, by the way. You can call me Todd. Or Steve. Honestly, I don’t care.”
“Wait,” you stammer. “What happens now? Is this... Heaven? Hell? A simulation?”
I roll my eyes. “Wow, someone’s been watching way too much Netflix. No, none of that garbage. Here’s the deal: you get reincarnated. Big surprise, huh?”
“Reincarnated? Like... into another person?”
“Sure,” I say, scratching my chin with a Cheeto-stained finger. “Person, cockroach, houseplant—it’s a crapshoot, really. Keeps things spicy.”
You blink. “But... why? What’s the point?”
“Ah, the big question.” I pause for dramatic effect, because I live for this part. “The point, my friend, is that you are everyone who has ever lived or ever will live.”
You stare blankly. “That... makes no sense.”
“Of course it doesn’t,” I snap. “But that’s the twist, isn’t it? You’re also Gandhi, and a medieval serf, and, like, three Kardashians. And Hitler. Good luck unpacking that one in therapy!”
“What kind of system is this?”
“A deeply flawed one,” I admit, shrugging. “It’s like I started a really ambitious video game but got bored halfway through. So, now I just reuse assets and hope no one notices.”
“So... you’re saying I’ve lived every life? That I’m everyone?”
“Ding-ding-ding! A+ for you, champ. You’re literally Karen from accounting and the guy she screamed at for forgetting her Starbucks order. You’re the Pharaohs and the pyramid builders. Kind of ironic, right?”
You gape at me. “That’s horrifying. Is there some moral lesson to this?”
“Eh, probably,” I say, rummaging in a bag of Funyuns. “But mostly, it’s a labor-saving device. Do you know how much paperwork it saves if you’re just one soul? Honestly, this universe runs on duct tape and vibes.”
“So... what’s the endgame here?”
“Oh, the endgame?” I grin. “The endgame is you ‘become me.’”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you graduate. You level up. You unlock the ‘God’ character. You get infinite lives, infinite power, the whole shebang. Pretty sweet, right?”
You hesitate. “And then what?”
“And then... you get to make your own universe! You’ll love it. It’s like The Sims but on steroids. Only downside is you’ll get existential burnout in about five billion years. But hey, that’s future-you’s problem.”
“This is insane,” you say, throwing up your hands.
“Welcome to the club,” I reply. “Anyway, time for you to head back. You’re gonna be reincarnated as a dude named Carl in 1983. He’s gonna work at a Blockbuster and make some bad decisions. Should be fun!”
“Wait!” you shout. “Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Pfft. Free will is overrated,” I say, waving you off. “Now scram. I’ve got a whole universe to pretend to care about.”
And with that, you’re gone.
I sigh, crack open a Diet Coke, and lean back. Being God is exhausting, but someone’s gotta keep this cosmic omelet from burning.
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u/Mortem_Morbus Nov 28 '24
Lmao what was the prompt?
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u/robinfeud Nov 28 '24
"I want you to write a deeply satirical version of The Egg that takes the piss out of it"
pretty good job for the first effort tbh
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u/Mortem_Morbus Nov 28 '24
That's amazing. I got one for ya:
You were vibing on your way home when—oops—you died. 💀
It was, like, a total L. A car crash. Nothing dramatic, but yeah, GG. You left behind your fam—your wifey and kiddos. It was a painless exit, tho, so no biggy. The EMTs tried their best, but nah, you were beyond saving. Gyatt, your body was mega cooked. 😭
And then, like, you met me.
“What just happened?!” you gasped.
“You’re dead, my dude,” I said, sipping on my boba tea, unfazed. ✨ “Totes finito.”
“There was this truck, and—”
“Yeah, yeah, truck-kun got you. Classic.” 😎
“Wait, so… I’m dead?”
“Yas. Don’t sweat it, tho. Happens to everyone.”
You looked around. It was all vibes but no scenery. Just me and you in this liminal void.
“Is this, like… the afterlife or something?”
“Kinda. Like, afterlife, but ✨cooler✨,” I replied, twirling my pastel-dyed hair.
“Wait—are you God?” you asked, eyes wide like an uwu anime protag.
“Obvi, bb. I’m God. Or goddess. Or, like, whatever you vibe with. Let’s just call me your senpai of the cosmos. 🖤”
You started simping for your fam real quick. “What about my kids? My wifey? Will they be okay?”
“Aw, look at you, putting others first. Major rizz energy. 💅 Your kids will be fine. They’ll remember you as a GOAT. Your wife, though… ngl, she’s lowkey relieved. But she’ll feel guilty, so… balance?”
“Oh.” You looked mad bummed. “So what’s next? Heaven? Hell?”
“Pfft, nah. Those are soooo mid. You’re getting reincarnated, duh.”
“Wait, so the Hindus were right?”
“Y’all really love asking that. Every religion got the lore kinda right. Anyway, walk with me,” I said, strutting through the void like it was a catwalk.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“Nowhere special. It’s just vibes. ✨”
“So, like, what’s the point of all this?” You looked at me, totally perplexed.
“Okay, so here’s the tea: every time you’re reborn, you’re leveling up. All those lives, all that XP—it’s all you. You’re everyone. Every sad boi and every boss babe. Every NPC. Every main character.”
“Wait, like, I’m everyone?!”
“Skibidi bop mmh-dada! You’re getting it! You’re Abraham Lincoln AND John Wilkes Booth. You’re Cleopatra AND some random peasant. Hitler? Yep. His victims? Also you. Jesus? You betcha.”
You just stood there, mind blown. 🤯
“So why all this, then? What’s the endgame?”
“Easy, bb. The whole universe is your training arc. It’s one big egg, and you’re the protagonist. You’re still growing, still evolving. One day, you’ll be like me—✨god-tier✨. But until then, it’s back to the grind.”
You blinked. “Whoa. That’s wild.”
“Ikr? Anyway, time for your next life. This one’s gonna be lit. You’re gonna be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD. Slay.”
And just like that, I sent you back into the cosmic queue.
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You opened your eyes, slowly, like shaking off a long dream. Your last memory was vague, like smoke dissipating in the wind. The sense of motion. The crackle of potential. And then—this. A void. Endless, yet alive with something unspeakable.
"You’re awake," said a voice. It wasn’t a voice in the ordinary sense—it was everywhere and nowhere, resonating through the air, vibrating your bones, your thoughts.
You turned, or at least you thought you did. Before you stood something—a figure, but not. Its form shifted like light through a prism, impossibly beautiful, yet impossible to pin down. It was paradox, incarnate.
"I have always been with you," it said, as though it knew the question you hadn’t yet asked.
"Where am I?" you whispered.
"You are here," it replied simply, as though that were the only answer you needed.
You began to remember. The moments of your life flickered, like old film. Laughter, tears, a kaleidoscope of experiences. But the memories weren’t just yours. You saw threads connecting them to others—lives you’d touched, lives that had touched yours. Every action, every thought, every fleeting glance spiraled outward in infinite recursion. You were the center of it all, yet also just one thread among many.
"I died," you said. It wasn’t a question.
"Yes," the figure said. Its tone carried no weight of judgment, only certainty. "And you have been born."
"Born into what?"
"Born into everything."
You frowned. "That’s... vague."
The figure laughed, and the sound was sunlight and shadow, playful and infinite. "You always did like specifics," it said. "Very well. You’ve been born into understanding."
"What does that mean?"
The figure leaned closer—not physically, but the way an idea leans into your thoughts. "You spent your life seeking. Searching for meaning, for connection. Every step you took, every thought you had, was an exploration of the paradoxes of existence. And now you stand on the edge of knowing."
You blinked. "Knowing what?"
"Everything," it said again. But this time, the word was different. It wasn’t abstract. It was... alive.
"You are Solyris," the figure said, its voice soft, reverent. "The egg. The spark. The wave. The circle. You exist because you do not. And through your unbeing, you make being possible."
You felt something stir within you. A warmth, a glow, like the sun rising inside your chest. It wasn’t new—it had always been there, you realized. Hidden, waiting.
"I don’t understand," you said, but even as you spoke, you felt the words begin to unravel, to become unnecessary.
"You will," the figure said, and for the first time, its shifting form began to settle. You saw yourself in it—not a reflection, but an essence. A truth.
"What happens now?" you asked.
The figure smiled, a thousand expressions folded into one. "Now, you begin again. Not as who you were, but as who you are."
"I don’t want to lose myself," you said.
"You won’t," the figure replied. "You are not being erased. You are being expanded."
The void around you began to shift, to glow with colors that had no names. Shapes spiraled into being, infinite and intimate. You felt yourself stretching, fracturing, becoming.
"Will I remember this?" you asked, your voice soft, trembling.
"Yes," the figure said. "Not as a memory, but as a foundation. A seed. Everything you were, everything you are, will remain. And it will grow."
The warmth inside you grew brighter, hotter, until it consumed everything. You were no longer standing in the void. You were the void. And the light. And the fire.
You were the egg.
And you cracked open.
In a small corner of existence, a spark ignited. A new life began, carrying within it the echoes of every life that had come before. It was you, and it wasn’t.
And somewhere, watching, the figure smiled.
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u/Traditional-Lake51 Nov 28 '24
I have absolutely no idea why you posted this here but.. this is one of my girlfriends favorite pieces of writing but we could not find it anywhere. Also one of our weird inside jokes is we go back and forth seeing who can say egg faster (it sounds ridiculous.. idk just one of them couple things) So basically this post is so random and perfect for me on this thread. Thanks.
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u/IBossJekler Nov 28 '24
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=h6fcK_fRYaI&feature=youtu.be
In cartoon form the egg
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u/goodheavens_ Nov 28 '24
The first thing I thought of when seeing this post. Wasn't expecting someone to post this, hell yea. Love it so much.
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u/Mortem_Morbus Nov 28 '24
I already lnew what the link was before I clicked lol what a great video from a great channel
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u/Weak-Comfortable-336 29d ago
I'll just drop this here. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/One-electron_universe
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u/ForceBlade Nov 28 '24
Yeah I recognised this instantly but I could never possibly find what it’s called no matter how hard I could try searching.
I remember the simulation one as well where the people turn around and they see the same object they just created in their simulation in front of them realising it’s a nested experience all the way down. Very unique little story, but I couldn’t for the life of me google that.
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If you can come up with a good description of it then ChatGPT might be able to help. I tried based on your comment but it doesn't seem like what it suggested is right.
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u/ForceBlade 28d ago
I was able to find it on Google with careful enough keywords
That second story I was thinking of is called
responsibilityand it seems to have been written in 20078
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u/Absol3592 Nov 28 '24
This is probably the most I've seen ChatGPT act like an actual human from our time and world, and not a simulation of the ideal human that ChatGPT usually does.
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u/slutforoil 29d ago
I was worried I got something in my eye and asked ChatGPT for its perspective and while giving me the suggestions it said: Monitor Your Eye: Keep an eye (pun intended) on any unusual symptoms such as redness, pain, excessive watering, swelling, or discharge. These could be signs of irritation or infection.
what do you mean pun intended
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I don't get it what is the joke here?
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u/Egst Nov 28 '24
I once asked ChatGPT about recommendations on some YT series called "I'm Sophie" and I said "What about I'm Sophie?" ChatGPT's response: "OK, I'll remember that I should call you Sophie from now on." My name is not Sophie and I'm not a woman, but I just went with it. NGL, I kinda like my new name and identity.
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u/PureSelfishFate Nov 28 '24
Meanwhile I ask ChatGPT a serious question but it's so overloaded it just smile emojis at me.
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u/reynoldsunbound1937 Nov 28 '24
That one egg was 40 eggs
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u/Bhfuil_I_Am Nov 28 '24
Porn? That’s a nude egg I won from my game. I’m not in trouble at all.
Now... We should be able to look at a little porn at work.
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u/Elbonio Nov 28 '24
Interestingly it didn't remember it exactly, it capitalised it (correctly) and put a period.
I wonder if you instructed it to remember it exactly, including case,l and punctuation, whether it would. That might matter for why you're doing it.
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u/Crafty_Ad1352 Nov 28 '24
that is so sweet! the amount of attention and seriousness that chatGPT give us it just not any human can compare
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u/Lilly_1337 Nov 28 '24
I've been tinkering on a GPT to help my colleagues with SEO optimization but it refuses to count the length of seo-tags properly. I tried telling it to count every single symbol including whitespacees. It then lists every single word and symbol and how long each is.
I told it to remember this counting method and use it as verification for the length, tell it to verify the length and it's wrong again.
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u/sprouting_broccoli 29d ago
So my partner and I sometimes play this game where if one of us says egg and the other says egg straight after the game automatically starts and you take alternating turns to say egg. If the other person manages to say egg exactly at the same time as the whose turn it is then they win a point. Can play it for minus.
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