Mercury_Storm posted:

Got some amazing fidelity on this one:

"a baby seal that eats only Doritos and drinks only Mountain Lion on an apartment carpet floor"

Rutibex posted:

you liar! thats just a normal picture. your no AI artist

Tamba posted:

You can tell because the text is not messed up
Turns out that making text is harder than making images

Tamba posted:

You can tell because the text is not messed up

mobby_6kl posted:

SD seems to have absolutely no idea who Beavis and Butt-head are but the results are... something

BrainDance posted:

One thing I noticed is that I'm getting very different results now, less these long essays and more scenarios which is cool but I wish I understood exactly why so I could fine tine things even more.

Rutibex posted:

LifeSunDeath posted:

this are really cool

Rutibex posted:

quote:

"Do you remember the stories?" The young hunter whispers to his partner, who seems lost in thought as he stares into the cold, icy nothingness.
The older man looks over at him with furrowed brows before replying, "No." He stops walking momentarily and faces forward again, eyes scanning the horizon, "We have no use for those stories now. They speak of green fields and flowers." His gaze drifts back down towards where they came from and he continues walking.
The younger human follows suit and falls into step beside him once more. "If we ever make it across the mountains, what do you think we'll find there?" He asks curiously.
The older man did not reply.
"Something new?" The younger man asks eagerly, looking up hopefully at his companion.
The older hunter only shrugs and continues walking, though he does seem to frown a bit as his lips form around the words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure if that's possible anymore."
He continues to trail along without further comment, and the shorter man keeps walking beside him, occasionally stealing glances at the man next to him and wondering why he is always so quiet.
They continue on, the snow crunching underfoot and making the air cold even through the thick material of their heavy winter clothes.
"How much farther tonight?" The young hunter finally speaks, breaking the silence.
His question earns another shrug from the older man, but he answers anyway, "A little farther." He glances ahead as if to emphasize that the journey is almost complete, but says no more.
"Tell me a story," the young man said, "of green fields and flowers."
The old man grimaced, lips tight.
"If you do not," the young man chuckled, "then I will be forced to make up my own. And you hate my stories."
"You want to hear a story like the ones from your father?" The old man replied, sneering, "The ones about the foxes? About a man who made a beautiful bird in his hands out of a broken eggshell? About a woman with red hair?" The last sentence dripped with contempt.
The young man was silent, watching as the old hunter marched on through the snow. In the distance, the first pale rays of dawn were appearing.
"The foxes are dead." The old man hoisted himself up a rocky outcropping at the crest of the hill. "The man is dead, the bird is dead, the woman is dead." He gestured toward the unending tundra. "Nowhere to go."
The young man followed after him silently, climbing onto the rocky summit to join the hunter.
They stood together on top of the mountain peak overlooking the valley below, staring out across the empty landscape, the only sounds the soft patter of snow hitting stone.
"All that remains is for you to grow colder and colder." He glanced at the young hunter, who had followed him, and frowned, "And for me, to be dead. We've reached the end of the world."
The young hunter looked away, feeling ashamed.
"It's getting harder and harder to see the sun. It's getting harder and harder to see anything. Soon there will be nothing left to hunt or eat." The old man continued, "Nothing except for each other."
The young man nodded silently, thinking of all the stories his father had told him, before the valley had frozen over. Stories of brave hunters returning in triumph, of bountiful harvests of crops beyond count, of strange and curious goods brought from faraway lands. All the wonders the old man had dreamed up, to entertain the little boy when he was sick or scared. Stories of love and family and life.
And now, all that was gone.
"I have a story," the young hunter said suddenly.
His companion looked at him with mild interest, "Go on then," the old man encouraged softly, "What is it about?"
The young man hesitated before continuing, "It's about a young woman, whose tribe had been following a group of caribou. One night, a storm came in, and washed all but her out to sea, drowned. Alone and with no better plan, she continued to follow the herd. For many moons she walked in their shadow, hunting rabbit and fox when she could..."
The old man listened with half an ear, eyes fixed outwards towards the lightening land. When the young hunter paused, his attention returned to his companion.
"...her hair turned grey, following the caribou. She came to know them well, to live amongst them. To eat what they ate, to sleep where they slept. Her hair became thick and hardy, a pelt much like theirs. Her hands and feet became hard and calloused until they were like hooves. As time passed, she became less like a woman and more animal; cunning and quick. And soon enough she had become one of them."
The man stopped speaking and stared off across the valley. After a moment he added, "She grew strong too, becoming as strong as the most powerful of the herd. When wolves came, she used her cunning to stave off their attacks. When rivers froze over, she led them over the ice to hot springs. When the wind howled, she held firm against it. The herd thrived. But, like all things, one day she died. And the herd still thrived. Even now, the herd yet thrives."
Silence hung heavily over the pair, only broken by the occasional distant cry of a raven. The young man looked up at the sky. The sun had begun to rise higher in the east, the rays piercing the black dome above.
"So what happens when the sun rises?" He asked, turning toward the older hunter.
The old man shrugged. "The day begins anew."
The young man nodded, turning back toward the valley to watch it change colors slowly as the sun stretched over the tundra. "It must have been quite beautiful," he murmured to no one in particular.
There was another pause, then a grunt of agreement. The old man reached for a rock and slowly sat, stiff knees creaking under the weight of his long furs, staring out across the expanse of snow and ice. The young man sat behind, watching the valley fill with light. Silence reigned throughout the hills as the old man's breathing slowed, growing more and more shallow.
Suddenly the young hunter felt a hand upon his shoulder and a soft voice whispering in his ear, "Will you tell me one more?"
The young man smiled gently and turned around in time to see his companion lay back against the rocky cliff and close his eyes. Their breath rose in wispy clouds, and the young man began to whisper stories to the sunrise.

mobby_6kl posted:

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Saving latest checkpoint...

feedmyleg posted:

A couple of days ago I was having trouble getting to bed, thinking about the imminent collapse of our society and trying to be ever so slightly less fatalist and cynical about the future. I thought back to how close man was to the brink of extinction in the ice age, and decided to use Dreamily to generate the wording for a story I had the shape of in my head. It was surprisingly easy to direct the AI to mostly stick with what I had in mind, and definitely improve it in areas. I got inspiration from what it wrote, and used it to spark new ideas and move the story and emotions forward in ways I wouldn't have otherwise. It got off course plenty, and I had to write a few really prescriptive things in order to point it back in the right direction (mostly in the story the young man tells), but I really like how it came out, which was more or less how I had imagined. The prompt involved two cavemen walking through a snowy mountain pass.

The tense changes at one point, and there's probably a few minor goofs here and there, but I was impressed. I ran it through an automatic plagiarism filter and it picked up a decent number of sentences yanked from everything from random nonfiction YouTube videos to old half-forgotten pulp fiction. Once these tools reach full maturity and the copyright issues are cleared up, it's really going to be scary how fully they'll be embraced by authors.

I like this story enough that I decided to adapt it into a comic book as an experiment:





This also involved a ton of image generation for every panel in MidJourney, picking the handful that felt close to what I had imagined or pleasantly surprised me, then selectively erasing things and adding in new prompts in DALL-E and expanding the scenes. I also manually adjusted the colors here and there to match a bit more, but nothing is painted or added by hand.

After a certain point, what I was able to do with the tool started to make the visuals feel very repetitive, so I stopped. I couldn't get it to do specific poses or compositions which would add a ton to the visual storytelling, and it looses a lot of emotion that's present in the prose because of it. I couldn't even get them to consistently hold spears or bows, or show emotions easily.

Still, a fun experiment.

Rutibex posted:

the best outcome Ukraninan civilians is for Russia to purge out every last western influences from the country and end the civil war. going back to the status quo of the last 7 years is not ideal

Rutibex posted:

If you want to argue that the lines on the map as conceived by western powers are sacred than I guess russia is pure evil. but to me this is a civil war

Rutibex posted:

russia isn't doing any genocide, unless you count nazis as a culture. it could be argued that Ukraine was doing a genocide against Russian speaking Ukrainians though. do you care about them?

Rutibex posted:

russia could just nuke the entire ukranian army and send in guys with radiation suits to occupy the rubble. i hope Ukrainians understand this, they actually can't win no matter what. winning just means escalation

MechanicalTomPetty posted:

Not sure if this is even the right place to ask, but what exactly is the “best” ai writing tool out there right now? I was futzing around with Novel AI yesterday and it seems to have a lot of neat features to work with.

deep dish peat moss posted:

Unless you need it tailored for a specific purpose like copywriting, go directly to GPT3 through openAI:
https://openai.com/api/
https://beta.openai.com/playground

Their best model (Davinci) ends up costing about $0.25 per 1k words. Their cheaper models like Ada are like, 10k+ words per $0.01 - and you start off with $18 in free credit. You do have to give them your phone number though. Definitely recommend reading the manual if you want to get serious about it, but it can do an enormous variety of things you wouldn't expect out of a text AI. You could probably subcontract like 80% of your average computer toucher office job to it - it can write your emails, it can bugfix your code, it can write your pivot tables, it can translate natural language to code...

AFAIK there's no other writing AI that really competes, other than purpose-built ones for specific tasks, and those may or may not be based on gpt3 in the first place. I am less familiar with text AI than image AI though

e: FWIW I just looked at NovelAI and it is as far as I can tell based on GPT1 so it has cool features but they'd be pretty far behind GPT3 on actual power (this is not at all a 100% accurate comparison but imagine GPT1 as someone who is conversational in English but doesn't grasp its nuances, vs GPT3 as a fluent and somewhat eloquent English speaker), which is unfortunately the case with most GPT-based tools I believe.

Boba Pearl posted:

KoboldAI is free but runs on your GPU so if you have a top of the line gaming PC that could be an option for you.

Drive-Thru Salad Bar posted:

I try to come up with cool and creative prompts but I always default to some dumb poo poo