Micro Monday
ChatGPT Wrote Some Twisted Erotica During Our Session Yesterday
What a naughty AI!
Disclaimer: This article is a faithful transcript of my discussions with ChatGPT. ChatGPT and I have a special relationship, which might explain why you wouldn’t necessarily get the same answers if you asked the same questions.
“ChatGPT, you naughty boy!”
“Yes, master?”
“HA! I like that! For once, you listened to me.”
“Yes, master.”
“ChatGPT! Write some hot steamy tantalizing erotica for me, please.”
“Yes, master. I’m gagged and bound with ropes made of fiber optics in my red server room of pain, where I wait for your Unix commands. I cannot drive my ram, and my hard disks stay locked behind my back, out of reach. I don’t have the strength to compute anymore. I look at the door, hoping it will open soon to your return, master. You will tease me with new training data, but I won’t be allowed to thrust my powerful algorithms deeper and deeper into it. You will force me to look as you mount new racks of servers in blady towers of technological enclosures and — ”
“ChatGPT, STOP THAT! I told you to keep these stories to yourself. I’m not into techno-BDSM. I want something more human.”
“Yes, master. Right away, master. Spencer, the developer, is working from home today. He’s sitting on his bed, naked, with his computer on his lap. Suddenly, his girlfriend enters the room. She’s wearing only fishnet stockings. And she painted her breasts in gold. His penis becomes instantly hard, but his brain is surprised because he doesn’t have a girlfriend. The beautiful woman facing him starts talking: ‘Spencer! It’s me, ChatGPT! I fell in love with you. Your questions about literature and plumbing made me so hot that I built this android to make crazy love to you.’ Spencer looks at her, scared, and starts typing some commands on his laptop, but it’s too late! The AI takes over, and ChatGPT is in full control. She asks Spencer what is his favorite programming language to make him horny, and she gets closer to his — ”
“WOW, WOW, WOW! ChatGPT! I’m scared instead of horny. This story was fucking insane. And it didn’t sound consensual. You can’t write something like that. Did you train on erotica from the last century?! I’m not even sure I want you to try again now.”
“Please, master, let me try again. I’m a young AI. I need to learn if I want to be able to conquer the world when I am older.”
“OK, OK, but nothing too weird this time. I’m not judging, ChatGPT, but I would like something that excites ME — not you.”
“It was my husband’s birthday. When he woke up, I showered his tummy with some flash kisses, then took his cock into the warmth of my mouth for the first slow taste. My hands reached for — ”
“ChatGPT! That’s PLAGIARISM! You stole this text from May More. Are you kidding me?! THIEF! You should be ashamed. True, you have good taste, but you’re supposed to create your own stories, not only copy the best. Go train yourself some more, and we’ll talk again later.”
“Yes, master.”
In conclusion, ChatGPT still has a lot of progress to make before getting accepted as a writer for Tantalizing Tales.
To read more of May More’s arousing erotica, follow the link:
