RE: GPT-2 Outputs Thread
04-16-2019, 06:21 AM
A voice came from the door. "No! Don't! If you flip that switch, there's no telling what could happen!"
But the stranger only laughed. "Let's try it anyway. What's the worst that could happen? The spirits come and abduct me? I get turned inside out? We know those are all silly ideas."
Then the stranger flipped the switch. And a bright light came from the window, like a nuclear heat, and the shadows flew in all directions.
For an instant, the house seemed as if it were a ghost town. No human had ever lived there, and no one was able to see it from the inside out. But then there was a strange thing about it: it was in fact a ghost town.
"But you're a priest right there, right?" I thought with a shudder of apprehension. I hoped to say this would help save my life, but I wasn't sure I could get it done.
"I don't know what the hell you're doing here," my companion whispered.
He didn't hear me as I looked around. "I've been here for a long time." He said suddenly to me, sounding almost resigned, looking almost like a little child. I'm sorry again.
"Well I'm just sorry I didn't like you," I admitted.
"You're not the bad guy but you don't like me. This is the best I'm ever going to have," he laughed.
There was a moment of shock in his voice. "A man who doesn't like me, I mean, I don't think I'll ever do anything about this."
"Don't be silly about it," I replied. "I'll tell you something. In my own country of origin and on my own personal life, no, no. Nobody wants a king or king's son or king's daughter, and I just want a mother." And he laughed again. "And then I don't think other people want people when they love them."
"What?"
"It'll make them more successful," I said, smiling. "I mean I love my own mother, but she's the only thing that I can do and get. I was just saying this to you because I can't say this to any men at the time. I was trying to make sure that there was an element of truth if you're trying to make money. And there wasn't."
"My grandmother was a witch," he said. He glanced around the other houses I had visited and the place he stood. "And then there's a family of witches living in South America," he said. He had the black suit he wore in his black-rimmed hat, as if he was going to take over something and make it work again.
But the stranger only laughed. "Let's try it anyway. What's the worst that could happen? The spirits come and abduct me? I get turned inside out? We know those are all silly ideas."
Then the stranger flipped the switch. And a bright light came from the window, like a nuclear heat, and the shadows flew in all directions.
For an instant, the house seemed as if it were a ghost town. No human had ever lived there, and no one was able to see it from the inside out. But then there was a strange thing about it: it was in fact a ghost town.
"But you're a priest right there, right?" I thought with a shudder of apprehension. I hoped to say this would help save my life, but I wasn't sure I could get it done.
"I don't know what the hell you're doing here," my companion whispered.
He didn't hear me as I looked around. "I've been here for a long time." He said suddenly to me, sounding almost resigned, looking almost like a little child. I'm sorry again.
"Well I'm just sorry I didn't like you," I admitted.
"You're not the bad guy but you don't like me. This is the best I'm ever going to have," he laughed.
There was a moment of shock in his voice. "A man who doesn't like me, I mean, I don't think I'll ever do anything about this."
"Don't be silly about it," I replied. "I'll tell you something. In my own country of origin and on my own personal life, no, no. Nobody wants a king or king's son or king's daughter, and I just want a mother." And he laughed again. "And then I don't think other people want people when they love them."
"What?"
"It'll make them more successful," I said, smiling. "I mean I love my own mother, but she's the only thing that I can do and get. I was just saying this to you because I can't say this to any men at the time. I was trying to make sure that there was an element of truth if you're trying to make money. And there wasn't."
"My grandmother was a witch," he said. He glanced around the other houses I had visited and the place he stood. "And then there's a family of witches living in South America," he said. He had the black suit he wore in his black-rimmed hat, as if he was going to take over something and make it work again.