I’m so happy we are extracting more and more material from the earth and using a metric fuck ton of water for this brilliance and usefulness. We live in the future and it’s beautiful.
You’re clearly lacking Scadillity
Scadillity sounds like some sort of word used by pompous late 19th century bankers trying to explain why people should vote for McKinley: “Commerce, prosperity, and scadillity! Free silver will only bring you resspondamess and ruin!”
As cute as its responses can be, we should really put it to sleep.
Dont cyberbully the robot 😤
I don’t think ChatGPT itself can actually generate images, it likely sends prompts to DALL-E.
It would be funny if ChatGPT changed the images and eventually DALL-E grabbed those altered images to generate even more fucked up images and ChatGPT started complaining its content was getting ruined and plagiarized by DALL-E.
Tag yourself
im intelligemce
I’m the scorpion rat of flexiinamce
im scadillity
Resopionsincs
Responsible piss antics
I’m Emplality
I’m the capital I masquerading as a lowercase L in ScadiIlity. No one will ever know.
I’m flecalibibtss to a fault.
I want to be Replidalince because I love the way it sounds out loud
might actually be the little blue cloud with eyeballs though (top right of Intelligemce)
relbbiity, of course
Resspondamess, haha, hell yeah brother
Me asf asking a 3 year old kid what she wants for dinner:
Gonna read these out loud as self-compliments.
What am I good at? Well I have a lot of scadillity, for starters.
never leave the house without replidalince
Putting these on my next job application
Putting on my LinkedIn profile that I have a PhD in Resopionsincs.
ChatSkibidi values
it’s getting better at letters
Lately I’ve been having dreams like this—like I’m watching muted TV with closed captions, and they’re all complete gibberish like this.
According to the tv series “Evil” - people can’t read in their dreams.
The next night, however, Kristen foils the demon, who has introduced himself as George. She tapes a sign on the ceiling above her bed, and, after George slices off one of her fingers, she stares up. “I can’t read it!” she says in relief—he’s only a night terror, since, she explains, Wernicke’s area, the part of the brain that interprets language, is dormant during sleep. “Well, if I don’t exist, then this won’t hurt,” George says, raising his knife and stabbing her in the heart, as she wakes up gasping.
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Edit
I’ve read in my dreams. It’s doable, but the writing/text tends to be very unstable - if I try to go back and reread something I read just a moment ago, it will say something slightly different.
This is pretty much my dyslexic ass trying to spell without assistance.
It’s doing its best 😔
