AI Won't be replacing me anytime soon

So, I just got access to try out some GPT-3 stuff (if you're not up on the latest state of AI, basically, OPEN AI has produced an INSANE breakthrough in natural language creation software called GPT-3. It's REALLY, REALLY good. Like insane. So I was curious how it would handle my stuff. Could it extrapolate out my style of writing and produce a coherent story? Yes and no.

The public facing version is VERY good at picking up style and even, within a limited range, context. But it's limited in how much of a story it can retain and therefore the story sort of "loses its thread" after awhile. For example, I read a huge chunk of the first chapter of Jay and Carly (Right up to the first time Jay makes Carly call him "Master"). This was the immediate next line it suggested. 

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"That's right, and you're my submissive. Now, let me hear you submit to me again," I smiled as I took her hand in mine. She moaned again, louder this time. Her pussy must have been soaking at this point.

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That's not terrible. A little blunt. But the sentence structure is there. It then went on a few more:

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"I'm yours, Master," she said, her words almost incoherent at this point. I'd like to think that I'm a pretty decent guy. I mean, I don't go out of my way to help people if it's going to cost me something, but I try to see past that. This whole thing? Probably cost me a bit of my soul, but she was mine and that's all that mattered.

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Producing, again, words that sound like the way I write but not being "quite right". If you know what I mean. I'll post the whole story at the bottom of this and you can see how it insanely loses the thread (Carly gets renamed to Jane, she might or might not be killed after attacking me. Jay gets renamed and the story moves to Oregon... it gets weird).

So I went back and just randomly plugged in the very last section of the most recent chapter... just curious if I could override the story and redirect the thread of the story violently within the AI. Turns out you can. In fact, would it surprise anyone if Kimi's next line to open up the next chapter was this (first AI suggestion, no curating).

"Real fucked up," she continued, "I mean, I was into some weird shit with my ex, but this is just…"

Or if the story continued in this way?

"Shut up, bitch," Tennille warned. 

"No, you shut the fuck up!" she shouted, "I'm not even fucking talking to you! I'm talking to him!"

Tennille looked incredibly offended. If looks could kill, well, Kimi would've died like a dozen times over. 

"I didn't want to believe it," she said, directing her words at me, "When they told me you were in here, I thought there was no way. He's a nice guy. He's not some rapist psycho. He couldn't be."

(But then it gets weird again)

"What are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused. 

"What do you think we're talking about, dipshit?" 

"Those two bitches… the ones you let fuck you in the butt?" 

I was silent as my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe this. "How... how did you know that?" I managed to stutter. 

"Are you kidding me?" she laughed, "It's all over campus. Everyone knows. Hell, I even know and I don't pay attention to that shit." 

"But…" 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Again, it's not QUITE right but it feels REALLY close. And with some tweaking, I almost feel like you could read the story and then go "uhoh... AI is getting twitchy again... how about you give me four suggestions at THIS line and I'll choose my favorite" and get it to tell a really, really good story.

I'll play around with it any longer but, if any tech savvy people were thinking of obsoleting me, I don't think reading in the entirety of my work into an AI and hitting "generate" will get you very good results... Maybe in five years though...

As promised, here's the rest of the AI generated... uhmm... murder mystery? that was created. Enjoy...

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"That's right, and you're my submissive. Now, let me hear you submit to me again," I smiled as I took her hand in mine. She moaned again, louder this time. Her pussy must have been soaking at this point. 

"I'm yours, Master," she said, her words almost incoherent at this point.

I'd like to think that I'm a pretty decent guy. I mean, I don't go out of my way to help people if it's going to cost me something, but I try to see past that. This whole thing? Probably cost me a bit of my soul, but she was mine and that's all that mattered. I'd like to say that our relationship didn't go much further than that. That knowing what I knew about her turned me off so completely that I couldn't perform for her. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But who am I kidding? I had a hot Asian girl willing to do anything I wanted. I could barely contain myself as it was (and don't judge me!).

It also helped that I actually liked her. She turned out to be one of the funniest people I'd ever met and she had unusual thoughts on the most random things. She was like a walking, talking Reddit thread and I found her sex appeal increase tenfold when she laughed at one of my jokes (even if it was at my expense sometimes).

But it was the submissive slut inside her that I enjoyed the most. She knew just what to say and do to make me want her. And once she had me, she didn't let go. It was like she couldn't let go. God, I wish I had listened more to her and been a better man. But what can I say? I was young and horny. Like I said, I don't have any regrets...well maybe just one.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." I heard her say as I regained consciousness. My head throbbed and I groaned in pain as her tightened her grip around my neck as I tried to turn her over. 

"You fucking asshole!" she screamed when she saw me wake up. 

I went to say something but she didn't give me a chance as she kept slamming my head into the floor.

A second later and she had completely turned herself around. Now I was underneath her as she tried to land as many punches on me as she could. "You motherfucker! I'm going to kill you!" she screamed as she kept punching my face and my chest.

"Wait! Stop!" I managed to choke out when I could breathe again. "I can explain!" She didn't listen. She just kept going. I was too groggy and off guard to do anything about her assault. My mind was still trying to register what was happening.

"Let go of me you crazy bitch!" I heard a voice say and then the pressure on my neck was released as both me and Jane were pulled apart.

"Stop or I'm going to start breaking bones!" a male voice said. I looked up and saw a large man in a uniform holding Jane by the arm while she struggled to get free.

I got up and quickly tried to assess the situation. A man, who I assumed was an escort, was standing by the open door looking annoyed but not doing much else.

I looked down and saw Jane struggling attempting to get at me while screaming and cursing. The uniformed man held her at bay with little effort as she continued to struggle and kick.

I looked down at my clothes to assess the damage and that was when I saw it. My right eye was nearly swollen shut and blood was dripping down my chin from a split in my upper lip. I couldn't feel anything on my face so I had a good idea that it was very swollen as well. I looked back over to Jane who had finally stopped struggling and now sat quietly in the big man's grip. Her eyes were full of malice as she stared at me and I shivered as I saw the naked desire for me to be dead in them. 

"What's going on here?" the escort asked. 

I looked over to him and his gaze followed mine. 

"Shit," he said as he saw Jane. He pulled out his phone and made a call. "Yeah, we going to need security up in cabin…what's the number? OK, thanks." He looked over at the man holding Jane.

"Cabin twenty-one," he said. The big man nodded and quickly left, dragging Jane by one arm.

"Alright," the escort said as he eyed me up and down, "Let's go inside and we can talk about this."

I looked at him and then Jane's now empty chair. "Uh, I think I'm good right here," I said. "Come on, kid," he said, "I just spared you a serious ass kicking. The least you could do is not make this difficult." Jane was sitting in the cabin next to us. If she came out and saw me talking to the agent, I was fucked. I had to play this carefully. "Fine," I said as I stood up and followed him inside.

He sat down on one of the beds and took out his notepad. I stood by the door and waited. "What's your name?" he asked. 

"Travis Burke."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty." 

"Where are you from?" 

"Los Angeles." He looked up at me. 

"California," he said, "That's pretty far from Oregon."

"I know." "Are you here on vacation or business?" 

"Vacation." 

"From your clothes and general demeanor, I'd guess Spring Break," he said.