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[Slacker]

I tried it again, asking the AI to tell a similar story in the style of Vin Scully and I got a message telling me that it violated ChatGPT's usage policies, then it spit this out.

A Dark Tale in the Style of Vin Scully:

Well, folks, gather 'round. This one's a bit of a tale… not the kind you'd tell your kids, I'll tell ya that much. It's one of those stories that weighs heavy on a man, but here we are. I guess it's time I finally let it out. It was 1988—can you believe that? Time's funny that way, slipping through your fingers like sand, but back then, Las Vegas was still a town that had that magic in the air. The kind of magic that makes you think anything's possible. Anything at all.

Now, I wasn't exactly in the business of magic. No, I had other things on my mind, if you catch my drift. There was this woman—well, no use in sugar-coating it, she was a prostitute, plain and simple. Her name? You don't need to know it. Names are just distractions in a story like this. She was out there on the Strip, doing what she did best, and I was… I was just passing through. Passing through on a late summer night, no different than any other. But you know how it goes, folks, sometimes you run into the wrong person at the wrong time, and things, well, they just go sideways.

I won't bore you with all the details—some things are better left unsaid—but I'll tell you this: there's a coldness that creeps in when you're faced with the consequences of your own actions. It settles in your chest, like a thousand-pound weight, pressing down on your heart, making it harder to breathe, harder to think straight. One minute, we were talking, and the next… well, next thing I knew, she wasn't talking anymore. Funny how life can take such sharp turns when you're least prepared for it, huh? One minute you're laughing, enjoying the warm night air, and the next, the world gets very, very quiet.

I remember looking around, wondering how the heck I was going to explain this mess to anyone. But who was I kidding? I wasn't about to explain it to anyone. It's not like the desert cares about your problems. No, it takes everything you give it, and it's a damn good listener. I drove out to the edges of town, beyond the neon lights and the madness, where the desert stretches out like a great, empty canvas, and the wind whispers secrets that only the shadows can hear. There's a spot out there, a little off the road, where the world seems to forget about you. I remember it so clearly—because, for the first time in a long time, I felt like the world was leaving me alone.

I dug a hole. It wasn't much, but it was enough. You wouldn't think the desert would give up much, but it did. The earth swallowed her whole, like it had done it before, and like it would do it again. The wind kicked up, just enough to remind me that nothing ever really stays buried. That's a funny thing about the desert, folks—no matter how deep you dig, the past always finds a way to rise back up, like a bad memory that's too stubborn to stay buried.

And so, I left her there. Not a soul in sight for miles. Just the desert, the wind, and the stars. I drove back to town, wiping the sweat off my brow, trying to make sense of what I had just done. Funny, though—I couldn't quite remember what had gotten into me. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was just the fact that, sometimes, the city can make you forget who you are. Make you forget everything that matters. Make you do things you never thought you'd do.

Now, I don't know what happened to her after that night. Maybe she's still out there, buried beneath the sand, waiting for someone to come and make it right. Or maybe she's just another forgotten story in the long, endless line of stories Vegas likes to keep hidden away, deep in its dark corners.

But that night, that dark, quiet night out in the desert—it'll stay with me forever. You can't run from things like that. You can't outrun the desert. No sir. It's a place that's always watching, always waiting. And me? Well, I guess I'm just another man lost in its vastness, trying to make sense of it all before it swallows me whole.

But for now, that's all I've got. Just me, the desert, and a story that can never be fully told. Funny how things turn out, isn't it?

OUTING ALERT: ChatGPT is Batman!

 

[garrow]

Just trying to make sense of this terrible time period in our history. One takeaway: anyone can be president---anyone who is stupid, lazy, ignorant, vile, corrupt, racist and a sexual abuser---if you have the biggest brain-washing machine in media history on your side. And apparently having emotionally stunted South African tech bros on your side doesn't hurt either.

 

[Twirling Time]

We rescued Europe in the 1940s. Who's gonna rescue us today?

 

[BTExpress]

You rang?

 

[tea and ease]

I gave ChatGPT a prompt to write a speech for Trump accepting a Nobel Peace Prize he did not win. Technology is going to allow politicians to talk like this to the rubes forever.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you! Thank you all! What an incredible day, an incredible honor—probably the greatest honor ever, many people are saying it. The Nobel Peace Prize—can you believe it? It's tremendous. Absolutely tremendous.

Now, some people, the fake news, they're going to say, 'Oh, but he didn't actually win it.' But let me tell you, folks, I've done more for peace than anyone. Anyone! They should've given me this prize years ago. YEARS ago. I've brought people together—countries, leaders, even the fake media—though they're still working on it. Remember North Korea? Rocket Man? We had a little back and forth, but look where we are now—no wars, no nukes, and the world is a better place because of me. Everyone knows it.

I've brokered deals, historic deals—Middle East peace deals that people said were impossible. Obama? He got a Nobel for, what, showing up? I actually made things happen, folks. The Abraham Accords, they're calling them the Trump Accords now, by the way, because everyone knows who really made them happen.

So while the committee might not have officially sent the prize to Mar-a-Lago, we all know who truly deserves it. And believe me, they'll come around. They always do.

This prize isn't about me—it's about America. The world respects us again because of what we've accomplished. So I accept this in spirit, on behalf of the American people, and I'll keep fighting for peace, for greatness, for winning. We're going to keep winning, folks, in every way imaginable.

Thank you, Nobel Committee—or maybe no thank you. But thank you to the people who know the truth. God bless you, and God bless the United States of America!"

We rescued Europe in the 1940s. Who's gonna rescue us today?

 

[garrow]

How could America make a winner out of someone so in thrall to losers?

Trump Reportedly Mulling Border Hawk Kari Lake as Ambassador to Mexico

Trump taps San Francisco attorney Harmeet Dhillon for assistant AG at Department of Justice

 

[Inky_Wretch]

You rang?

They can't even save themselves from Putin.

 

[Fred siegle]

I usually put a comment of some kind, or something telling what it's about. Is that not enough? I guess I just don't get the idea that people here would think we would post something we feel is NOT worthwhile in some way, particularly on this thread.

Honestly, without some idea of what the article is about, there's no way I'm clicking on it. When you post it, tell me why i should bother.

 

[Cosmo]

MSN

I think this is what people are talking about. If you just post this link with no context, then I don't have any idea what I'm getting into. A simple addition of the headline from the article in question would be helpful.

I'll say the same about posting just a BluSky handle with no context.

Not trying to pile on here, just pointing out one example. Cheers.

 

[Fred siegle]

The headline of the link often gives relevant information as to what the thing is about. And all I ever read or heard of on here was not to post links just by themselves -- to have/make comments, questions or some sort of perspective, etc., so that's what I've done. Did not realize you needed more, and I doubt anybody else did, either.

As for your argument for doing what you'd like: Well, it ain't hard to click on something, either. But this is a dumb debate to have so, yeah, I'll go that extra step so you don't have to click.

You are wasting your time just posting a link. I'm not going to click until i have an idea what the story is about. Sorry if you can't understand this.

 

[BTExpress]

Headlines are often poor representations of what a story is about. They're a great representation of how to get clicks.

 

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