RE: GPT-2 Outputs Thread
04-16-2019, 06:23 AM
"You don't want to jump off that cliff."
The figure turned around. "No. You don't get to decide what I get to do. If I die, it is by my own wishes."
I replied, "That's the mistake. If you jump off that cliff, you won't even die. Instead, you'll be transported to the Red River."
"Now that's a first one. What's this foolish fantasy you've cooked up?"
But I remained serious. "I'm not joking. If you go to the Red River, you'll have wished you could die one thousand times over."
Then.... of all the things that I could have expected instead, the figure began to laugh. "You! Thank you for that. Now I know for certain why I am doing this." And then the figure's body began to float.
As though on cue, the figure dropped and disappeared over the lake's shore. A moment later, I stood before the figure, shaking my head.
"No, that's not this. This is my own fantasy. After all, I have nothing to hide."
I stared at the figure.
I said with a look of sadness that I did not want to die, but could not. All I had to do was find the right kind of person to give me that smile.
"My friend, you are a special person!" I called again and answered.
I knew it as the truth: I was a hero, but after all, this kind of fate was one that we all felt to endure.
"What? It is true that you are the hero I have sought for years. But, how can I be one?" I replied.
The figure looked at me blankly.
"It can't be. When your time comes, your true destiny must be discovered first. It is too late now. But the world will eventually discover it. When the time comes, you too will take on the role of the hero."
"Oh, no."
I was stunned at my own stupidity.
"You're wrong. As I expected, it is my own dream to do the greatest things, to live with a life that is filled with danger, and to live a life that makes me miserable."
My friend was right. This sort of fate always had a fate: we should not try to play our part on any side.
My friend did not care about my existence. After all, he needed someone to watch over him so he can find happiness, but he did not care about his body. His body simply could not keep up with his happiness, his life, and my future. He truly did not want to live.
I held tightly on to his hand in this world.
However, as the figure approached, I was surprised.
The figure's face had red pupils. It was dark blue. It held no sense of humor or humor about it.
"That's not true. We are humans, after all. We live in a world in which we fight all of the time to survive with no one to blame. No one is doing anything to try and help us.
The figure turned around. "No. You don't get to decide what I get to do. If I die, it is by my own wishes."
I replied, "That's the mistake. If you jump off that cliff, you won't even die. Instead, you'll be transported to the Red River."
"Now that's a first one. What's this foolish fantasy you've cooked up?"
But I remained serious. "I'm not joking. If you go to the Red River, you'll have wished you could die one thousand times over."
Then.... of all the things that I could have expected instead, the figure began to laugh. "You! Thank you for that. Now I know for certain why I am doing this." And then the figure's body began to float.
As though on cue, the figure dropped and disappeared over the lake's shore. A moment later, I stood before the figure, shaking my head.
"No, that's not this. This is my own fantasy. After all, I have nothing to hide."
I stared at the figure.
I said with a look of sadness that I did not want to die, but could not. All I had to do was find the right kind of person to give me that smile.
"My friend, you are a special person!" I called again and answered.
I knew it as the truth: I was a hero, but after all, this kind of fate was one that we all felt to endure.
"What? It is true that you are the hero I have sought for years. But, how can I be one?" I replied.
The figure looked at me blankly.
"It can't be. When your time comes, your true destiny must be discovered first. It is too late now. But the world will eventually discover it. When the time comes, you too will take on the role of the hero."
"Oh, no."
I was stunned at my own stupidity.
"You're wrong. As I expected, it is my own dream to do the greatest things, to live with a life that is filled with danger, and to live a life that makes me miserable."
My friend was right. This sort of fate always had a fate: we should not try to play our part on any side.
My friend did not care about my existence. After all, he needed someone to watch over him so he can find happiness, but he did not care about his body. His body simply could not keep up with his happiness, his life, and my future. He truly did not want to live.
I held tightly on to his hand in this world.
However, as the figure approached, I was surprised.
The figure's face had red pupils. It was dark blue. It held no sense of humor or humor about it.
"That's not true. We are humans, after all. We live in a world in which we fight all of the time to survive with no one to blame. No one is doing anything to try and help us.