AI, please write my fic
29 Oct 2019 20:15A predictive neural network can complete snippets of text! I was a bit stuck with a scene, so I filled in a few paragraphs and saw what it spat out.
...now, try to guess where the neural network took over! :P
This later snippet went into some murder-suicide-y places:
(I finished the scene in question! I'm now at 60k checked out of 66k, and have reached a section of []s I'll have to figure out how I want to deal with. I'm on track to get a complete draft by the end of the week, and then I can send it to my beta and write something else for a bit.)
A portal crackled into existence. Shen Wei stepped through it. "It worked," he said. Behind him, Professor Ouyang's rhythmic escape attempts had turned into indistinct yelling.
It took a bit of puzzling to figure out how to transport Ouyang to the new SID building, as the door to his cell had buckled so badly it wouldn't open anymore. Shen Wei had to teleport him out of the cell.
Zhao Yunlan didn't want that guy in his car. "Perhaps you could portal him to the SID prison as well?" the red-haired security guard suggested.
Shen Wei turned to Zhao Yunlan. "I'm working on it," he said.
The guards went on alert as Ouyang was whisked away from the car. "Shen Wei, you can come back to get me. I'll see if I can bring you a few more people, too," the guards said.
Zhao Yunlan grabbed Ouyang's arm to calm him down. "Don't worry. I'll be back soon. And it looks like we're going to have one more
...now, try to guess where the neural network took over! :P
This later snippet went into some murder-suicide-y places:
"Do you regret it?" Zhao Yunlan asked. It had started to rain. The water turned the streetlamps' spots into haloed streaks of light in the darkness, wiped into smudged clarity for a moment by the windscreen wipers before the falling rain again coated the windscreen with a distorting layer.
"Maybe," Shen Wei said. It was a word narrow and vast, but how else to say it?
"When you were fighting you had the courage to take your own life," Zhao Yunlan pointed out.
"Yes."
"I don't want that kind of life from you anymore."
"You have a beautiful heart."
The words had no meaning, but Zhao Yunlan held them tightly.
It's been a long time since I've spoken to you.
He's a good friend.
I love you in your own way.
I want to take our lives together.
You should love that
(I finished the scene in question! I'm now at 60k checked out of 66k, and have reached a section of []s I'll have to figure out how I want to deal with. I'm on track to get a complete draft by the end of the week, and then I can send it to my beta and write something else for a bit.)
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Date: 2019-10-30 16:29 (UTC)Makes me wonder what they trained it on.
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Date: 2019-10-30 16:49 (UTC)