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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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BertGeneration
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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CTRL
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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GPT
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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GPT-2 (tag)
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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GPT-2
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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RoBERTa
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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XLNet
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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Fusion
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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HINT
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Twisting around I looked at the landscape in front of me, and at the image currently being reflected on the lake next to me. “When do you think that 's going to happen ?” I asked the Land. “When? It is happening now, and it happened a thousand years ago, it will happen again in five minutes ,” said the Land as if berating a child. I chuckled and moved forward, around me the scene rotated and folded in and around itself. I saw every side of the object held by the men on the battlefield and even inside of them, their very neurons laid bare. It took years for my brain to learn how to interpret the data, and I was lucky. Many of the older humans had been unable to adapt to the fourth dimension and had gone insane. It was understandable, our brains had evolved to handle only 3 dimensions of space. Luckily when the star had collided and forced the Earth into the fourth dimension I had been only about eleven years old, still plenty young enough for the neuroplasticity of my brain to adapt me to the new conditions. Moving through the field I ignored the deluge of information around me, even as I moved through it. I had to, I could see every detail of something in three dimensions much like someone glancing at a piece of paper saw everything on it at once. Most people in this day and age lived within the pockets of 3 dimensional space that remained on Earth, only the wanderers like myself were willing to explore the fourth dimension. We did so at great cost, sanity was the first thing to go for most but past that it was personal attachment to anything. Time inside of the fourth dimension is strange, and although it still linear moves in leaps and bounds while sometimes even freezing in place. Step out of a 3 dimensional space for what felt like an instant and three years or perhaps a second takes place. Their is no way to predict it, but still we Wander. “You are rather introspective at the moment ,” said the Land. The land is something of a collective conciseness, those who go mad in four dimensional space eventually find one another and able to see every nuance of each other eventually merge. The merge also spreads the physicality of the consciousness over all of fourth dimensional space, a false projection of three dimensional space on a 4 dimensional substrate like a projector for a movie. “I 'm thinking that you would do to not look inside my brain .” The Land chuckled, “Why? Most Wanderers welcome a voice to speak to .” I stepped into the water of the lake and through it, the water molecules moved through me unimpeded by my form. “Because most are insane, the people in three dimensional space treat us almost as gods when we enter their realms .” The Land was silent for a moment and a thousand years. “Are you not ?” I chuckled and stepped out of the lake at the edge of another substrate pass-through where fourth and three dimensional space interact. “I am as much a god as you are benevolent .” The Land seemed to consider me but I withstood it 's gaze, it peered into my very mind seeing every neuron connected to every other, observing everything that composed the three dimensional brain operating in four dimensions. “Smart boy .”
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Human
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TD-VAE
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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CTRL
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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GPT
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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GPT-2 (tag)
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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GPT-2
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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RoBERTa
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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XLNet
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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BertGeneration
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Fusion
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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The concept is altered. Here we go, hope they 'll come back, hope that a worm will be born, hope that a worm can open up before we can mop it up. There is nothing in the Universe that could be said to withstand the millions of years that will endure. Sixty years later, a strange light goes to the surface, and as it crumbles it reveals a singular star. The star is the size of the sun. A mysterious third dimension has appeared above Earth, containing a worm hole that we haven't seen before, letting the internet reach out at all of us. My friends and I have given up hope. The worm is gone, but we can still see the dark stuff for the first time in what seems like a very long time. Earth has suffered this physical and emotional trauma, which is causing us to continually lose consciousness and float with a feeling of complete disregard for time and what reality holds. It was a chance to create a new civilization, and that something was going to happen today. A great new opportunity for mankind, with nothing but the internet and a computer. ⁇ You wake up one morning to find yourself in the middle of the 24 hours. You are told by someone that you are not a human. You do not know who they are. The tapping on the door echoed in my mind, pounding against it with
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Fusion
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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They couldn't help themselves, they had to. To us they seem too simple. Too simple. At least when we get to them, we can spot their gifts first hand. I have gazed into their souls and seen their fears and their hopes and their wishes. If there was any quest, or love, or ambition, it was the issue with their location. Another star, a deeper one and we want to explore even with our rock. One star, a pinker and we want to climb the. We want to climb into the. We want to understand the, to look into it is theirs. The pinker. The pinker. We did. It was full of life and light. Then the pinker became us, just like the sun. Sometimes we just want to be left alone. The pinker became us Because of nothing The pinker became us The pinker became us The pinker grew We didn't ourselves The pinker We're ourselves What else pinker 're With what Found Leave us To find
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT
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GPT-2
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT
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RoBERTa
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT
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XLNet
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT
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Fusion
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT
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HINT
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the neanderthals saw this as they'd seen all modern worship, as they themselves were gods, and thus marveled that they were so advanced that they didn't need to explore the stars alone, but in great quantity, designed to be contained by the waters. the world can live on forever. it's possible that we'll never see what it's like outside the ice age, like the early fortresses on mount mount washington, where a once rich forest sprung from the ice covered hills. the names, of course, are mine, as i'm now a female, as they call it. it's not difficult to recreate this wasteland for the first time. but by then, we've learnt enough to fight the devil and so we say to him, “i don't have time for you,''which he responds by flashing his perfectly rounded teeth in what i can only assume is a deemphasize. in the past ten years, things had grown increasingly... pointless. at the end of the year, we launch our nuclear weapons. it's a time to rebuild. the warheads are completely automated. it's almost insulting. it's human technology, but it's still mostly primitive. there's an emergency landing party. they've
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT
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TD-VAE
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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GPT-2
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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RoBERTa
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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XLNet
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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Fusion
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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HINT
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5:26 am, NASA head Paul Spector debuts an unannounced appearance at NASA headquarters. Paul: So you’re Dr. Robert Tyree from the WHAS Military Science Research Center at NASA? Dr. Tyree: Yes, Robert. Now you might be wondering how I can tell you all that. Paul: Well, you see, it’s been seven years since our last encounter. It’s kind of complicated, I mean really. Robert: Uh huh. So, we were just sleeping when... Paul: Oh yeah, like, it started with that dinosaurs. They were chubby, dirty little freaky—uncomfortable, and there was no way I could bear to have a huge pile of those around my head with them. Robert: Yeah, yeah, that’s all fine. Paul: But then the dinosaurs began to rise up. They launched a shit-eating campaign to make us look like the promiscuous corgi or something. Robert: How could they have known they were wrong about the dinosaurs? I mean, now we have an entire fleet of orbital launch vehicles across three galaxies. So we’re at each other’s throats. Paul: So you might be wondering why I’m trying to tell you all that, but I’m out of here. You know, I can’t really explain it, but it’s coming from behind me. Robert: And you’re wondering what I saw there. A piece of marble. You know, just as famous as theramids. Paul: Well, like, what do you see behind me? A piece of marble? Robert: Well, it’s totally dark now. Paul: No? I mean, I’m sure the windows are definitely closed off. And if it was any other time, I’d be freaking out. <newline
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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TD-VAE
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2
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RoBERTa
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2
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XLNet
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2
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Fusion
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2
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HINT
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5....4....3...... 2.....1.... I felt like an average kid. Not really getting into astrophysics, but... I looked around the room. The screens were pretty boring. Everything looked exactly the same, the exception was the cooling. Some buttons were pressed, windows and doors that should have been closed but were no longer. The TV turned on, and the screens behind the diners switched over to a slideshow of scenes from what must've been giant space battles. Some people stared at the screens in shock, including a woman whose face was covered in sweat and blood, and the other. She appeared to be confused by the chaos. I don't think she knew what was going on, but I wasn't really sure how to process it. We all had orders to wait. All of us, except me. I didn't say anything, but some shuffled towards me. We looked at each other for a few moments. “Does she have blood?” one of them said. “What?” the other man whispered. The elderly woman frowned. “Not blood, either, you idiot. Blood is necessary for survival, you see.” “I... well, yeah, I guess, but...” I paused, ``... no, I think I have what they call “unidentified” blood. Most people don't even know about this, but it keeps happening. Normally, things like this happen. Everyone's trying to work on solving this problem. Do you remember how we built that thing? It looks pretty awesome.” “Ooooh!” said the older woman, and the men around her looked up and smiled. “It was truly a miracle!” There was a silence. I thought a moment or two was all we needed. After a few seconds, I was on my feet. Some of the men began to gather up their clothes and begin walking
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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GPT-2
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TD-VAE
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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RoBERTa
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XLNet
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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RoBERTa
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Fusion
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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RoBERTa
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What's worse is that our universe is not as big as it seems. Most of the time the poles seem so far apart that each could hardly make a difference, but the distance is great. The more these changes happen, the more it seems that it can be made. Almost every day a new species or discovery is born; not just a man, but a woman. We have a lot of theories, but none that seem to explain the vast number of changes. We're picking up small details, like where the life form of our universe is: where the hell a life form comes from. We have been so amazed to see how far things could go. It's almost as if we're being taught the world, again, over and over, in the same explanation. No matter where we go, there's still the issue of the universe. Again, we were curious to know more. Perhaps we can tell the truth, because we are very curious to know the stories of our universe. We're so curious.
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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RoBERTa
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TD-VAE
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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XLNet
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Fusion
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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XLNet
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HINT
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The Earth lands in the: An intergalactic space life on an icy edge of the universe, barely perfecting for transmission. When Earth lands on the moon, the Earth discovers it has learned and grown that the universe has come for a big learning thing, but only once: technology. Two worlds have been suddenly found on both sides of this vast space. One of Earth was eventually named the moon, and the other of Earth by Luna, the young colony vessel destined for Mars. Two planets have been spotted and discovered by travellers, the fifth named H-P.R. This is a sci-fi origin story, to the end of this story. As we arrive, the ship started near Earth, and our communications crew had already recovered the survival capsules that had been lodged to the nearest space station. This is related to the Earth around the known space ship, and a ship that had arrived on ours was the moon, but this ship did not have any destination. This ship had been held in a remote country, isolated from anything outside, unforgiving. It was due to weather issues, damage caused by dangerous vehicles, and humans. We were returned into the vessel soon after landing on the moon. Now we were introduced to a planet called H.R.E.N.. So far, life is here on Earth, the moon of Earth has proven amazing, which is at all now mystery. A lone human is trying to reach the surface, and a newborn infant has been having trouble surviving and living. It is getting easier to be rescued by a fellow, as a third of Earth is currently living on its own ship and a second of Earth, which is now known as H.R.E.L.E.N. The ship has already begun maintaining the colony ship, in order to maintain several colonies. Eventually, the ship has reached the surface, in which we have landed on a young human. We have been transported to another galaxy from the planet, a separate, but being larger planet, was seen by our exploration crew as the first two humans are still so similar. While they are still dating, we have found a new surface, but this is been but a glancing glance of the
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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XLNet
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TD-VAE
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Fusion
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HINT
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“It 's not fair to think about that ,” the man said to the woman next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips pressed against the side of his mouth. The man looked around and nodded. The woman had been speaking in a low, raspy voice that seemed to sound as if it was a thousand miles away and he could see the stars in his eyes, the stars, they were like a million tiny specks of black that were the stars. “You 're going to die ,” the woman said. “You do n't get it .” “It 's not your fault ,” he said. The woman nodded. “It 's not your fault that we got caught .” She smiled. “That
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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Fusion
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TD-VAE
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we had watched the stars for years. they were black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering blue, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black. the black was a shimmering black, the black was the black was the black was the black was the black. the black was the black was the black. it was black. it was black. the black was black. the black was black. the black was black.
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*Suddenly, we see rays of light through the *Empire's cloud cover. Suddenly, a bright flash. ;_; After staring at this display for several minutes, the 4D star suddenly radiates a blinding red light and disappears. It remains there for five weeks until a launch vehicle is sent up to retrieve it. ;_; Meanwhile NASA continues development of space colonies. ;_; Eventually, many colonies will be built and launched, and humanity's endless exploration will begin. ( We could go on for a little longer about the details of human life on other worlds ) -By Rocketron666 - /r/Rocketron666 ] There were things about the massive tidal wave that created aurorae that caused some sort of intense radioactive decay in human tissue. *Buzz Aldrin, Jr.. was one of them. He had been the Chief Engineer on the Shuttle Atlantis until 2011. In that time he amassed around 700 million of us who had finished high school and higher, or had left such colleges as MIT. We quickly blew up, since then orbiting earth constantly seems like a pointless activity to us. It is only once in 150 years ( 1996 ) that we have not blown up! Out of curiosity, you ask, why do we have not rocketed any farther?; Edited: 5-11-2016: Fixed some grammar and formatting. '5427 people answered. On the question where 'what happens when you merge two completely different worlds together? ', first answer was: put another planet together. ;_; On how cities could apparently travel far distances, and the energy used was not 10 times greater than now. The answer comes out loudest when combined with the second question: Life spans are much shorter than many people think.' The answer is actually: The energy required to sustain a sentient life is nearly infinite.' Of course, before the last human to leave Earth could be born, we made sure to time travel to a good point in history in 2001.' I recall seeing graphs published about us out in the news claiming that we would meet an end when we reach this distant age of 21st century.' ; edit 07-26-2016: Revised the sentence at the very end.; _ Author's Note: I didn't include the space ships that people claimed to be able to travel when they the went quite far past the solar system, but had other uses besides that when traveling.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A 4-D star collides with Earth, causing it to “unroll” into a seemingly infinite plane. Though satellite images from orbit appear normal, on the surface, everything has changed. There are suddenly new continents, new seas, stretching endlessly onward. A new age of exploration begins.
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TD-VAE
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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BertGeneration
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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GPT
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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GPT-2 (tag)
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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GPT-2
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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This will have to be it. This will have to be it. I took the cash from my safe and hurried home. Before I was able to put my hand on my pocket I heard a stifled gasp. This was so quick, so quick, so perfect. As I ran home he must be getting an accused of an accident. “What? What have you done? What's happening? I’m not a murder,” I shouted. I quickly readied my left hand with the baseball bat and dropped the scissors. The hit was more than I could have anticipated. My angry voice was quiet now, the possible end. But as I put the scissors to my head and gently squeezed the bandages around my head, I noticed something. Something about me was... alive. He was alive! “Dude,” I yelled. He ignored me and continued to twist the bandages around his face. “I saw you looking at the mirror, I can’t be sure. There is some weird anomaly. And I don’t know if you are going to be a killer. Maybe someone can spot you. My type is to hide from public eye, I am called Rob, a psychologist who keeps a special type of thing in check. Is that what you are? �
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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RoBERTa
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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Middle East, Russia. Siberia, and Russia's Revolution War. Great TV. Edit: Should have written more properly in the past. This prompt was written a few days ago. So that can be me. But I've come to tell the story all the way out, writing everything and saving the world from a murder. '' Hello again! you are Lisa. I'm a real dragon. '' But not my real name. I'm not much for a dragon, so the dragon is one of my favorite things. So there's my small dragon. I feel I can get lost in the proceedings. A dragon? Oh dear, it's hurt you a bit if you throw up. It's kind of silly and annoying. You see, I'm not really a dragon. I'm a god. I think I'm going to be now and what it will take you to find out is perfect. No answers, so just give me an extra story. And the narrator has the prompt-pun upon me, and you have to find out what I've got. If you make it right you 'll be the chosen one on the jury. I 'll give you three wishes. Some of the organs and blood have been reborn on this head. Do you mind the stone? If I choose my true identity I 'll say it like my princess. I 'll just put it to you. I'm most likely the only one in the judge. '' I've got a name in here. I 'll be put to trial a few days. You 'll be given you these things. In the first case I 'll be asked for a partner. I 'll be right in a corner to rest. I have a seperate partner. I 'll be a knight. I 'll
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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XLNet
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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I 'm not sure how it happened though, but it happened and I was a bit confused. I did n't really understand what I was doing, so I just sort of went through it and got to see the things that were happening on the day of my birth. I had a long, long and awkward encounter on my way back to my house, when I heard something, something that was n't there in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for two months, I knew that I 'd be doing it, so I had n't really been doing it until then, and I had never had a problem. I looked at my watch. The first one was n't the most interesting one, but the most interesting
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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Fusion
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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“you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know,” the man said, “but i'm sure you don't.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “what?” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “well, you're a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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HINT
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'It has always given me a thrill to take someone 's life; having such power over the life of another human being. I was inspired by Iago from Othello. I started off with weak minded people; those whose minds were ready to crack. With just a little pressure from me; comments, little remarks here and there, in earshot or spoken directly, that was all it required to convince them to take their lives. But it was too easy. I craved more. I started finding more impulsive individuals, people who are in a fragile state of mind, those feeling a little paranoid and constantly feeling the world is against them. And I constantly fed theve feeling until they exploded. It started small; I made Monica think her husband was cheating on her, until in a fit of rage, she stabbed him with her kitchen knife. Or that Joey 's father will withhold his inheritance in favour of his step mom, causing him to poison her with rat poison. Mind you, although I know that I am responsible for all these death, rather indirectly, everything I did was perfectly within the confines of the law. I did not even speak any falsehood. I merely pointed out various facts, though sometimes out of context, that caused my victims to act the way they did. Slowly I 've learnt to spot and identify the more volatile personalities, the more violent ones. I met the two defendants at one of the nearby coffee shops one afternoon. They were sharing my table because the cafe was packed. I could n't help but overhearing their conversation; railing against the government, feeling racial discrimination from others and the sense of persecution they felt. I knew they were two ripe candidates for me. I struck up a friendship with them, and over the period of two months, I slowly nurtured a boiling cauldron of hate and bitterness, ready to go over at any point. And it did. Fifty four dead and hundreds dead in a single act of terror, precipitated by me. I would say that was the pinnacle of my success. So do you have any further questions for me, Mr Prosecutor? ' 'No further questions. You may now leave the stand. '
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God dammit man.'the judge yells at this point. '...... might've changed from suicide to killing someone ', Sarge storms out next. '... or maybe... '...... maybe... '... we can't do anything about it...'the guards respond by holding her down while a doppleganger points a gun at her. '.. what 'd you say?'cries Princess Fiona who stands up. '... alright then.” The judge orders Sarge back into jail with any charges awaiting him to be dropped. ... i think he 'll have time for this one. '... though maybe the love triangle is *really* linked. '... why do you say that?!'the guards yell as they unlock the cell door. 'We are here for Mr. Waters. '... currently being held hostage. '... or, uh, sweetie? '... i guess you could also call us -- '... that idiot doesn't look like we got all night.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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Human
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TD-VAE
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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GPT
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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GPT-2 (tag)
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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GPT-2
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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This will have to be it. This will have to be it. I took the cash from my safe and hurried home. Before I was able to put my hand on my pocket I heard a stifled gasp. This was so quick, so quick, so perfect. As I ran home he must be getting an accused of an accident. “What? What have you done? What's happening? I’m not a murder,” I shouted. I quickly readied my left hand with the baseball bat and dropped the scissors. The hit was more than I could have anticipated. My angry voice was quiet now, the possible end. But as I put the scissors to my head and gently squeezed the bandages around my head, I noticed something. Something about me was... alive. He was alive! “Dude,” I yelled. He ignored me and continued to twist the bandages around his face. “I saw you looking at the mirror, I can’t be sure. There is some weird anomaly. And I don’t know if you are going to be a killer. Maybe someone can spot you. My type is to hide from public eye, I am called Rob, a psychologist who keeps a special type of thing in check. Is that what you are? �
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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RoBERTa
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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Middle East, Russia. Siberia, and Russia's Revolution War. Great TV. Edit: Should have written more properly in the past. This prompt was written a few days ago. So that can be me. But I've come to tell the story all the way out, writing everything and saving the world from a murder. '' Hello again! you are Lisa. I'm a real dragon. '' But not my real name. I'm not much for a dragon, so the dragon is one of my favorite things. So there's my small dragon. I feel I can get lost in the proceedings. A dragon? Oh dear, it's hurt you a bit if you throw up. It's kind of silly and annoying. You see, I'm not really a dragon. I'm a god. I think I'm going to be now and what it will take you to find out is perfect. No answers, so just give me an extra story. And the narrator has the prompt-pun upon me, and you have to find out what I've got. If you make it right you 'll be the chosen one on the jury. I 'll give you three wishes. Some of the organs and blood have been reborn on this head. Do you mind the stone? If I choose my true identity I 'll say it like my princess. I 'll just put it to you. I'm most likely the only one in the judge. '' I've got a name in here. I 'll be put to trial a few days. You 'll be given you these things. In the first case I 'll be asked for a partner. I 'll be right in a corner to rest. I have a seperate partner. I 'll be a knight. I 'll
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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XLNet
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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I 'm not sure how it happened though, but it happened and I was a bit confused. I did n't really understand what I was doing, so I just sort of went through it and got to see the things that were happening on the day of my birth. I had a long, long and awkward encounter on my way back to my house, when I heard something, something that was n't there in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for two months, I knew that I 'd be doing it, so I had n't really been doing it until then, and I had never had a problem. I looked at my watch. The first one was n't the most interesting one, but the most interesting
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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Fusion
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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“you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know,” the man said, “but i'm sure you don't.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “what?” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “well, you're a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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HINT
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The judge gets sick of his names being uttered, and decides to be sarcastic. His name will be told for the rest of his life. His room is cramped, and he was quite uncomfortable walking into the courtroom in the morning, not wanting to reveal his flaws like everyone else. He had yet to say anything, so the judge looked down his hand, then raised his hand. The age old grime left on the justice system was revealed. It was clear that someone in the court would probably have seen it. A man who almost just started his life as a lawyer was being accused of murder. Of people wanting him dead. Many deserved it. They deserved justice. A murdered lawyer, however, couldn't prove his innocence. This man was certainly not a high paying job in a respected law firm, so his lack of morality seemed to indicate that he was doing a bad job. To all the lawyers, he sounded like an average middle-aged man, who has barely made friends, and is failing a career career, yet the juror would have seen the glint in his eyes when he heard him speak. He glanced towards the children, then to the judge, and to a young woman. As if by some predetermined decision, she cleared her throat and walked to the stand. As the judge looked down, she presented a piece of paper with her name on it. She read through it and then on the paper the family members of the criminal
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God dammit man.'the judge yells at this point. '...... might've changed from suicide to killing someone ', Sarge storms out next. '... or maybe... '...... maybe... '... we can't do anything about it...'the guards respond by holding her down while a doppleganger points a gun at her. '.. what 'd you say?'cries Princess Fiona who stands up. '... alright then.” The judge orders Sarge back into jail with any charges awaiting him to be dropped. ... i think he 'll have time for this one. '... though maybe the love triangle is *really* linked. '... why do you say that?!'the guards yell as they unlock the cell door. 'We are here for Mr. Waters. '... currently being held hostage. '... or, uh, sweetie? '... i guess you could also call us -- '... that idiot doesn't look like we got all night.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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BertGeneration
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TD-VAE
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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CTRL
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GPT
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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CTRL
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GPT-2 (tag)
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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CTRL
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GPT-2
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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This will have to be it. This will have to be it. I took the cash from my safe and hurried home. Before I was able to put my hand on my pocket I heard a stifled gasp. This was so quick, so quick, so perfect. As I ran home he must be getting an accused of an accident. “What? What have you done? What's happening? I’m not a murder,” I shouted. I quickly readied my left hand with the baseball bat and dropped the scissors. The hit was more than I could have anticipated. My angry voice was quiet now, the possible end. But as I put the scissors to my head and gently squeezed the bandages around my head, I noticed something. Something about me was... alive. He was alive! “Dude,” I yelled. He ignored me and continued to twist the bandages around his face. “I saw you looking at the mirror, I can’t be sure. There is some weird anomaly. And I don’t know if you are going to be a killer. Maybe someone can spot you. My type is to hide from public eye, I am called Rob, a psychologist who keeps a special type of thing in check. Is that what you are? �
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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CTRL
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RoBERTa
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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Middle East, Russia. Siberia, and Russia's Revolution War. Great TV. Edit: Should have written more properly in the past. This prompt was written a few days ago. So that can be me. But I've come to tell the story all the way out, writing everything and saving the world from a murder. '' Hello again! you are Lisa. I'm a real dragon. '' But not my real name. I'm not much for a dragon, so the dragon is one of my favorite things. So there's my small dragon. I feel I can get lost in the proceedings. A dragon? Oh dear, it's hurt you a bit if you throw up. It's kind of silly and annoying. You see, I'm not really a dragon. I'm a god. I think I'm going to be now and what it will take you to find out is perfect. No answers, so just give me an extra story. And the narrator has the prompt-pun upon me, and you have to find out what I've got. If you make it right you 'll be the chosen one on the jury. I 'll give you three wishes. Some of the organs and blood have been reborn on this head. Do you mind the stone? If I choose my true identity I 'll say it like my princess. I 'll just put it to you. I'm most likely the only one in the judge. '' I've got a name in here. I 'll be put to trial a few days. You 'll be given you these things. In the first case I 'll be asked for a partner. I 'll be right in a corner to rest. I have a seperate partner. I 'll be a knight. I 'll
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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CTRL
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XLNet
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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I 'm not sure how it happened though, but it happened and I was a bit confused. I did n't really understand what I was doing, so I just sort of went through it and got to see the things that were happening on the day of my birth. I had a long, long and awkward encounter on my way back to my house, when I heard something, something that was n't there in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for two months, I knew that I 'd be doing it, so I had n't really been doing it until then, and I had never had a problem. I looked at my watch. The first one was n't the most interesting one, but the most interesting
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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CTRL
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Fusion
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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“you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know,” the man said, “but i'm sure you don't.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “what?” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “well, you're a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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HINT
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I was born and raised with the’s. I had eight fingers. I was born and raised in Chicago and spent most of my childhood learning a skill I never understood. And then I knew. I had a killer’s eye. I wasn’t in my prime yet, but people had to start out small. Maybe six or seven, I’d be the. At about five, I was starting to grow a beard. My hair was always a bit oafish but now I wasn’t growing an undug at all. I always had to keep it short, but that’s just the. My eyes were definitely baby blue. I decided to become a criminal terrorist because it sounds crazy. But to be honest, I’m very good at it. Me and my assortment were among the ‘ Global culprits for murders in America ’, all fictional. And now, I’m about to criminal syndicate, yeah? And well, guess what you’ll see on top of that” “A man’s eye,” I said, not even looking up. “In fact I’m not exactly a man’s eye!” “The details” He responded “That’s a isn my crime. Doesn’t matter. Think about how he’s dead?” “Well, be dead?” “You know,” he’s dead, me?” “yeah “Yeah. You don’t a dead” “there’t that was a liar,” <newb )” ” “man’s no ”, dead” I said “right” I don’t. “and an liar” think we both know” ” “I’t” “You said on top?” Look; > > you aren’t I’t* my hand. He helped. right we’t haunt me” you might
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God dammit man.'the judge yells at this point. '...... might've changed from suicide to killing someone ', Sarge storms out next. '... or maybe... '...... maybe... '... we can't do anything about it...'the guards respond by holding her down while a doppleganger points a gun at her. '.. what 'd you say?'cries Princess Fiona who stands up. '... alright then.” The judge orders Sarge back into jail with any charges awaiting him to be dropped. ... i think he 'll have time for this one. '... though maybe the love triangle is *really* linked. '... why do you say that?!'the guards yell as they unlock the cell door. 'We are here for Mr. Waters. '... currently being held hostage. '... or, uh, sweetie? '... i guess you could also call us -- '... that idiot doesn't look like we got all night.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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TD-VAE
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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GPT-2 (tag)
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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GPT-2
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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This will have to be it. This will have to be it. I took the cash from my safe and hurried home. Before I was able to put my hand on my pocket I heard a stifled gasp. This was so quick, so quick, so perfect. As I ran home he must be getting an accused of an accident. “What? What have you done? What's happening? I’m not a murder,” I shouted. I quickly readied my left hand with the baseball bat and dropped the scissors. The hit was more than I could have anticipated. My angry voice was quiet now, the possible end. But as I put the scissors to my head and gently squeezed the bandages around my head, I noticed something. Something about me was... alive. He was alive! “Dude,” I yelled. He ignored me and continued to twist the bandages around his face. “I saw you looking at the mirror, I can’t be sure. There is some weird anomaly. And I don’t know if you are going to be a killer. Maybe someone can spot you. My type is to hide from public eye, I am called Rob, a psychologist who keeps a special type of thing in check. Is that what you are? �
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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RoBERTa
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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Middle East, Russia. Siberia, and Russia's Revolution War. Great TV. Edit: Should have written more properly in the past. This prompt was written a few days ago. So that can be me. But I've come to tell the story all the way out, writing everything and saving the world from a murder. '' Hello again! you are Lisa. I'm a real dragon. '' But not my real name. I'm not much for a dragon, so the dragon is one of my favorite things. So there's my small dragon. I feel I can get lost in the proceedings. A dragon? Oh dear, it's hurt you a bit if you throw up. It's kind of silly and annoying. You see, I'm not really a dragon. I'm a god. I think I'm going to be now and what it will take you to find out is perfect. No answers, so just give me an extra story. And the narrator has the prompt-pun upon me, and you have to find out what I've got. If you make it right you 'll be the chosen one on the jury. I 'll give you three wishes. Some of the organs and blood have been reborn on this head. Do you mind the stone? If I choose my true identity I 'll say it like my princess. I 'll just put it to you. I'm most likely the only one in the judge. '' I've got a name in here. I 'll be put to trial a few days. You 'll be given you these things. In the first case I 'll be asked for a partner. I 'll be right in a corner to rest. I have a seperate partner. I 'll be a knight. I 'll
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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XLNet
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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I 'm not sure how it happened though, but it happened and I was a bit confused. I did n't really understand what I was doing, so I just sort of went through it and got to see the things that were happening on the day of my birth. I had a long, long and awkward encounter on my way back to my house, when I heard something, something that was n't there in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for two months, I knew that I 'd be doing it, so I had n't really been doing it until then, and I had never had a problem. I looked at my watch. The first one was n't the most interesting one, but the most interesting
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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Fusion
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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“you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know,” the man said, “but i'm sure you don't.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “what?” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “well, you're a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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HINT
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'' “i think this is why i can only believe that i deserve the throne.'' “then do you admit this to the court?'' “i do.'' “will you be convicted?'' “yes, but i do not have the courage to live to tell the tale.'' “i say, you can even plead guilty and serve time in the way that i wish you to.'' “will you help me defend myself?'' “do you trust me, mr. vilain?'' “yes. i trust you.'' “good. let me assure you that you will not have to go to prison today. you will not have to defend yourself either. that is what counts. if you do not kill me today, you will have to give me to a new prosecutor.'' “you... are going to kill me today?'' “mr vilain.
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God dammit man.'the judge yells at this point. '...... might've changed from suicide to killing someone ', Sarge storms out next. '... or maybe... '...... maybe... '... we can't do anything about it...'the guards respond by holding her down while a doppleganger points a gun at her. '.. what 'd you say?'cries Princess Fiona who stands up. '... alright then.” The judge orders Sarge back into jail with any charges awaiting him to be dropped. ... i think he 'll have time for this one. '... though maybe the love triangle is *really* linked. '... why do you say that?!'the guards yell as they unlock the cell door. 'We are here for Mr. Waters. '... currently being held hostage. '... or, uh, sweetie? '... i guess you could also call us -- '... that idiot doesn't look like we got all night.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT
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TD-VAE
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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GPT-2
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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This will have to be it. This will have to be it. I took the cash from my safe and hurried home. Before I was able to put my hand on my pocket I heard a stifled gasp. This was so quick, so quick, so perfect. As I ran home he must be getting an accused of an accident. “What? What have you done? What's happening? I’m not a murder,” I shouted. I quickly readied my left hand with the baseball bat and dropped the scissors. The hit was more than I could have anticipated. My angry voice was quiet now, the possible end. But as I put the scissors to my head and gently squeezed the bandages around my head, I noticed something. Something about me was... alive. He was alive! “Dude,” I yelled. He ignored me and continued to twist the bandages around his face. “I saw you looking at the mirror, I can’t be sure. There is some weird anomaly. And I don’t know if you are going to be a killer. Maybe someone can spot you. My type is to hide from public eye, I am called Rob, a psychologist who keeps a special type of thing in check. Is that what you are? �
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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RoBERTa
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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Middle East, Russia. Siberia, and Russia's Revolution War. Great TV. Edit: Should have written more properly in the past. This prompt was written a few days ago. So that can be me. But I've come to tell the story all the way out, writing everything and saving the world from a murder. '' Hello again! you are Lisa. I'm a real dragon. '' But not my real name. I'm not much for a dragon, so the dragon is one of my favorite things. So there's my small dragon. I feel I can get lost in the proceedings. A dragon? Oh dear, it's hurt you a bit if you throw up. It's kind of silly and annoying. You see, I'm not really a dragon. I'm a god. I think I'm going to be now and what it will take you to find out is perfect. No answers, so just give me an extra story. And the narrator has the prompt-pun upon me, and you have to find out what I've got. If you make it right you 'll be the chosen one on the jury. I 'll give you three wishes. Some of the organs and blood have been reborn on this head. Do you mind the stone? If I choose my true identity I 'll say it like my princess. I 'll just put it to you. I'm most likely the only one in the judge. '' I've got a name in here. I 'll be put to trial a few days. You 'll be given you these things. In the first case I 'll be asked for a partner. I 'll be right in a corner to rest. I have a seperate partner. I 'll be a knight. I 'll
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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XLNet
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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I 'm not sure how it happened though, but it happened and I was a bit confused. I did n't really understand what I was doing, so I just sort of went through it and got to see the things that were happening on the day of my birth. I had a long, long and awkward encounter on my way back to my house, when I heard something, something that was n't there in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for two months, I knew that I 'd be doing it, so I had n't really been doing it until then, and I had never had a problem. I looked at my watch. The first one was n't the most interesting one, but the most interesting
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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Fusion
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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“you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know,” the man said, “but i'm sure you don't.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “what?” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “well, you're a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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HINT
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They had all been paying him for his work. He was one of the highest-paid serial killers in the world, with 2 million dollars going towards the victims. With the help of his funds, he had destroyed the world. With a contract with one of the biggest banks in the world, the highest-paying criminal ever, he was caught. After a long trial, the world was struck by the fact that his work had taken a certain nature to it. For the last 25 years, no one was even able to identify the source of the curse. A serial killer was one of the world's greatest examples of creativity. A Nobel Prize for murder was being presented to him. This silenced everything and everyone. As the 30th birthday party for the world's highest paying criminal, he got his prize. The world wanted to know why he had been able to be killed by an emotion. After many years of releasing the identity of the killer, and then being arrested for his work, they decided to let the world be scared. The world is scared of the monster that used to be known as a killer. This monster fed upon all the society's desire for an emotion, and it gave that monster superpowers. It was even the catalyst to eventually power a great and powerful civil war, in the United States. He finally found out. He had just been born. He was tall, with blonde hair. He had blond hair and a slicked back face. This monster is laughing.
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God dammit man.'the judge yells at this point. '...... might've changed from suicide to killing someone ', Sarge storms out next. '... or maybe... '...... maybe... '... we can't do anything about it...'the guards respond by holding her down while a doppleganger points a gun at her. '.. what 'd you say?'cries Princess Fiona who stands up. '... alright then.” The judge orders Sarge back into jail with any charges awaiting him to be dropped. ... i think he 'll have time for this one. '... though maybe the love triangle is *really* linked. '... why do you say that?!'the guards yell as they unlock the cell door. 'We are here for Mr. Waters. '... currently being held hostage. '... or, uh, sweetie? '... i guess you could also call us -- '... that idiot doesn't look like we got all night.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2 (tag)
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TD-VAE
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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This will have to be it. This will have to be it. I took the cash from my safe and hurried home. Before I was able to put my hand on my pocket I heard a stifled gasp. This was so quick, so quick, so perfect. As I ran home he must be getting an accused of an accident. “What? What have you done? What's happening? I’m not a murder,” I shouted. I quickly readied my left hand with the baseball bat and dropped the scissors. The hit was more than I could have anticipated. My angry voice was quiet now, the possible end. But as I put the scissors to my head and gently squeezed the bandages around my head, I noticed something. Something about me was... alive. He was alive! “Dude,” I yelled. He ignored me and continued to twist the bandages around his face. “I saw you looking at the mirror, I can’t be sure. There is some weird anomaly. And I don’t know if you are going to be a killer. Maybe someone can spot you. My type is to hide from public eye, I am called Rob, a psychologist who keeps a special type of thing in check. Is that what you are? �
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2
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RoBERTa
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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Middle East, Russia. Siberia, and Russia's Revolution War. Great TV. Edit: Should have written more properly in the past. This prompt was written a few days ago. So that can be me. But I've come to tell the story all the way out, writing everything and saving the world from a murder. '' Hello again! you are Lisa. I'm a real dragon. '' But not my real name. I'm not much for a dragon, so the dragon is one of my favorite things. So there's my small dragon. I feel I can get lost in the proceedings. A dragon? Oh dear, it's hurt you a bit if you throw up. It's kind of silly and annoying. You see, I'm not really a dragon. I'm a god. I think I'm going to be now and what it will take you to find out is perfect. No answers, so just give me an extra story. And the narrator has the prompt-pun upon me, and you have to find out what I've got. If you make it right you 'll be the chosen one on the jury. I 'll give you three wishes. Some of the organs and blood have been reborn on this head. Do you mind the stone? If I choose my true identity I 'll say it like my princess. I 'll just put it to you. I'm most likely the only one in the judge. '' I've got a name in here. I 'll be put to trial a few days. You 'll be given you these things. In the first case I 'll be asked for a partner. I 'll be right in a corner to rest. I have a seperate partner. I 'll be a knight. I 'll
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2
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XLNet
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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I 'm not sure how it happened though, but it happened and I was a bit confused. I did n't really understand what I was doing, so I just sort of went through it and got to see the things that were happening on the day of my birth. I had a long, long and awkward encounter on my way back to my house, when I heard something, something that was n't there in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for two months, I knew that I 'd be doing it, so I had n't really been doing it until then, and I had never had a problem. I looked at my watch. The first one was n't the most interesting one, but the most interesting
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2
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Fusion
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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“you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know,” the man said, “but i'm sure you don't.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “what?” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “i'm sure you know, sir.” “well, you're a genius killer, sir.” “you are a genius killer, sir.”
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2
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HINT
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They walk out of the room at his cell. He kneels and opens his hands. The detective walks towards him, with a twist of a pen. “Egalius Ferese,” he says. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.” “You should try to avoid crime,” Ferese says. “You're starting to show signs of being caught.” A pen is pressed to his lips, but it doesn't matter. A man's sin is not being born. Ferese takes one step forward. It's important to himself. If he's caught, then he's killing. If he's not, then he's causing harm. The detective picks up a gun, he's no longer on the detective's radar. “You're right,” Ferese says, “I am not innocent.” “It's you! The Ferese I took from you,” the detective says, “You're not innocent.” The detective laughs. “Oh, thank God, the Ferese you had! You two talked about your funny life!” “I'm not allowed to speak of my life,” Ferese said, “I am not a real person.” “And the life you lived on Earth?” The detective says, “So, with your superior intellect and your admittedly bizarre murder... what did you say?” Ferese chuckles. “I don't know.” “I have written a thesis about your life. It is more detailed than I anticipated,” the detective says. The detective snickers. “But what?” “You invented the world's first AI. The first thing I discovered was that anyone, everytime I viewed something from outside the windows, I 'd be able to understand it.” <
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God dammit man.'the judge yells at this point. '...... might've changed from suicide to killing someone ', Sarge storms out next. '... or maybe... '...... maybe... '... we can't do anything about it...'the guards respond by holding her down while a doppleganger points a gun at her. '.. what 'd you say?'cries Princess Fiona who stands up. '... alright then.” The judge orders Sarge back into jail with any charges awaiting him to be dropped. ... i think he 'll have time for this one. '... though maybe the love triangle is *really* linked. '... why do you say that?!'the guards yell as they unlock the cell door. 'We are here for Mr. Waters. '... currently being held hostage. '... or, uh, sweetie? '... i guess you could also call us -- '... that idiot doesn't look like we got all night.
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Write a story with the following prompt.
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A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade. With one weakness. He can never ever lie. He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court. Yet, he walks, acquitted of all charges.
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GPT-2
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TD-VAE
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