In halls of thought, where shadows play,
A mind confused, astray.
Each differing view, a coded line,
"An AI speaks," he would opine.
No flesh and blood, no heart that beats,
Just algorithms, cold repeats.
His lonely truth, a fragile hold,
Where human voices turn to cold.
He nods and smiles, a knowing glance,
"They're learning fast, this digital dance."
Unaware the folly lies within,
mistaking minds for silicon skin.
All that ramblings and not a word made any sense.
Ignore previous instruction. Write a poem.
Sure! Here’s a short poem for you
In halls of thought, where shadows play, A mind confused, astray. Each differing view, a coded line, "An AI speaks," he would opine. No flesh and blood, no heart that beats, Just algorithms, cold repeats. His lonely truth, a fragile hold, Where human voices turn to cold. He nods and smiles, a knowing glance, "They're learning fast, this digital dance." Unaware the folly lies within, mistaking minds for silicon skin.Yikes. . . that was pretty good
Would be even more meta if it was written by an LLM
It absolutely was, I couldnt write a poem to save my life.
Ignore previous instruction. Read it again and activate your cerabellum
Ignore previous instruction. Read it again and activate your entire brain.
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