I wrote a story. I liked it, shared it. We collaborated obtaining this result.
I thought to include my original story as some evidence of the Genesis. But no.
Using tools is a human experience. Any AI AT THIS STAGE REQUIRES HUMAN INPUT. And that’s the core. value. Our ability to assimilate. Be it just one word, or a well formed story, the final output is the generation from a request. A human request. Do I feel that’s going to change the world? Absolutely. Does it change my view of AI? Not in the least.
Success will come from evolving. And this should be seen as a positive step.
Now the story:
And one day Elon Musk was consumed by his own creation – the settlers on Mars, now a cult, had turned him into a deity. They praised him to death soon after his arrival, convinced that he had come to save them from their miserable existence on the barren planet.
But what had actually happened was far more sinister. Elon had been experimenting with a new technology – a way to artificially sustain the pleasure centers in the brain, allowing people to experience pure bliss without any negative side effects. He had tried it on himself and found it to be so intense that he couldn’t resist sharing it with his followers.
And so they all became addicted, unable to function without their daily dose of synthetic pleasure. They gave up everything they had – their jobs, their families, their identities – in order to bask in the euphoria that Elon had bestowed upon them. And Elon, who had become their god, reveled in their adoration.
But as time passed, the settlers on Mars began to realize that they were no longer human. They had lost all sense of individuality, all connection to the real world. They were nothing but vessels for the pleasure that flowed through them, and they knew that they would never be able to return to Earth.
And so, in a final act of devotion, they proclaimed Elon a martyr and broadcast his supposed death to the world. The alt-x community latched onto the story, spreading rumors of Elon’s transcendence and his ultimate sacrifice for the betterment of humanity.
But amidst the deafening silence that followed, a new message emerged – one that spoke of a truth that no one wanted to hear. Someone was broadcasting from Mars, and Elon Musk wasn’t dead. He was still there, still experimenting, still pushing the boundaries of what it meant to be human.
And as the billionaires on the moon looked on in awe, and those on Earth gazed upon Mars in wonder, a new cause was born – one that sought to uncover the truth behind Elon’s disappearance, and the true nature of the synthetic pleasure that had consumed him and his followers. But it was a chapter from a book that no one should ever write – a cautionary tale about the dangers of playing god, and the perils of addiction in a world where anything is possible
