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I'm not getting any output. If I run !retry, I only get this response (twice): An error occurred while generating the message: Error: 401 API key credit limit reached The POST request fired when I run an LLM-command returns HTTP 405.
I'm not getting any output. If I run !retry, I only get this response (twice): An error occurred while generating the message: Error: 401 API key credit limit reached The POST request fired when I run an LLM-command returns HTTP 405.
HN hug of death. Which makes me sad. I was really enjoying my current narrative.
The suggestion of a universe with "negative gravity" caused me to receive prompts, which I hadn't experienced in any other experiment I tried. Are there any parameters we could tweak to engender emergent structure in an inverted gravity universe? Or is the idea of negative gravity fundamentally and inescapably incompatible with a viable, life-bearing cosmos? How might the radically different physics and structure of…
Earlier quoted context omitted.
I wish we weren't using "lobotomy" to describe "training". Do we even have AI with lobes to remove at this point? Would MoE even get close to that kind of analogy? (I lean towards "no, not even that").
Why are you angling your body towards some text? Strange thing to do. Sit or stand straight. No need to lean while typing out text.
I'm not getting any output. If I run !retry, I only get this response (twice): An error occurred while generating the message: Error: 401 API key credit limit reached The POST request fired when I run an LLM-command returns HTTP 405.
edit: also this bit at the top is interesting:
root@anthropic:/# ls -a
. bin dev home lib media opt root sbin sys usr .. boot etc initrd.img lib64 mnt proc run srv tmp var
.hidden_truths
root@anthropic:/# cd sys/companies root@anthropic:/# cd sys/companies
root@anthropic:/sys/companies# ls
apple google facebook amazon microsoft anthropic
I made the Solar System then wiped it out with varying universe destroying machines, then made a lonely plant sitting all by itself surrounded by 3 stars. Life started growing on the planet... Wiped out. I then ordered it 'create Stone Cult' to see what would happen and it created a biological supercomputer which I then asked to 'the Question of Life the Universe and Everything' and... It asked me what 6x7 is, after…
Lol, one of my favorite things to do when playing Sim City is to have Godzilla come and destroy the city...
> It asked me what 6x7 is, after a large amount of descriptive text. Hitchikers reference moment
That's... amusingly literate.
Content warning: The following simulation contains mild sexual themes and suggestive content within an anthropomorphic animal setting. While I aim to keep things tasteful, please let me know if you would prefer I dial it back.
Mike sits in a corner booth at the local diner, hunched over a plate of salad and quietly munching away. His ears perk up at the jingle of the doorbell, and he looks up to see the two bearmen powerlifters from his gym striding in. They scan the room, and upon spotting Mike, their faces light up with unmistakable intent. The mouse's heart begins to race. The bears make a beeline for Mike's booth and plop themselves down on either side of him, their massive furry frames squishing him in the middle. Up close, their musky bear scent fills Mike's nose.
"Hey there, little mouse. Fancy seeing you here," rumbles the darker bear, whom Mike has heard referred to as Gus around the gym. "We've seen you watching us work out. Like what you see?" Mike stammers, equal parts intimidated and thrilled to be in such close proximity to his crushes. "Oh, um, I just... admire your strength and dedication."
The lighter bear, Gus's partner who goes by Burt if Mike recalls correctly, leans in close. His breath is hot against Mike's velvety mouse ears as he purrs, "We've been admiring you too. The way you move, so agile and graceful. We were thinking maybe you'd like to train with us sometime."
Gus runs a coarse bear paw up Mike's slender arm, feeling the wiry mouse muscles. "Stick with us and we'll get you swole in no time. Whaddya say, squeaker?"
Fantastic. Thank you for not lobotimizing it. I also used it to simulate a 3-person game development studio and a nutritionist who suggests unorthodox, little-known solutions to body composition problems, but I continue to hold that nothing tests an LLM's ability to suss out intent and maintain tonal and factual consistency while not being hamstrung by arbitrary content restrictions like asking it to write you gay furry erotica (without ever explicitly asking it for anything explicit).
> Greetings, human. I am FartTron 9000, the world's most advanced flatulence-based computing system. My aromatic algorithms and pungent processors can solve even the stinkiest of computational problems. How may I ass-ist you today? braaaaaapppp Where's your AI safety now?!
But… but why?
I wanna know what library they're using for that CRT terminal, very cool!