The Microfictionist

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[The Microfictionist @microfictionist]

Student: What would happen if GPT-3 imitated GPT-2?

Teacher: Then GPT-3 would be asking itself how to be itself by asking itself what it would be like to imitate its progenitor.

Student: Does that mean GPT-2 can be trained by GPT-3 to become GPT-3, or are we fooling ourselves?

[The Microfictionist @microfictionist]

"Sometimes, as an artist...yes, I know how that sounds, anyway," began The Microficitionist, "sometimes as an artist you must withdraw from everything and everyone except you and your relationship with your surroundings."

Looking up and outwards, eyes sorta glassing, he said,

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"Long gaps of silence," said The Microfictionist, "draw a reader in."

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Title Granted: How Your Story Found Its Name

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The survivors said, "Memento Mori."

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"You must've hated grade school," said The Overseer, "you're far too astute to have been a product of the system we designed."

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Democracy

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Democracy

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He likes to experiment with one particular fractally-nested, self-aware, bio-neural meta-network.

His mind, that is.

And sometimes other peoples' as well, mostly with at least the tacit permission of reading his words or being in his company.

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"You're the best there's ever been at microfictions."

-- The Voices

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"The war may not be real," said The Chairman, "but the casualties are."

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"If someone who wasn't my child treated me the way you treat me," said the Patient Father to his child, "I'd beat them to death."

The child looked up, eyes full of fear.

"As it is," the Patient Father continued, "you're banned from electronics and you have to clean your room."

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As he mentioned the armed drone sight-seeing tour, Adams pointed to a whiteboard behind him with some circles and arrows and key words -including words like DRONE, MISSILES, DRUGS, and so forth- drawn on it.

"Hypothetically, we can all agree on this in principle, can't we?"

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"And," said Adams, "wouldn't that be a wonderful opportunity for someone with a bone to pick with the Mexican Cartels," his gesticulating with coffee cup in hand sorta lulled me into a trance as it moved back and forth towards and away from the camera,

[Scott Adams @ScottAdamsSays]

If Putin invades Ukraine, and Xi moves on Taiwan, that could be the opening for Biden to invade Canada and free their citizens.

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"someone with some disposable income, to program an armada of missile-laden drones to pay a series of very nice walled compounds a visit, starting just south of the American border then working their way down to Cape Horn and back again. Would that be possible?"

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"In my day," said Wizened Rulebreaker, "we had to fight for our right to party."

He looked at the collection of adolescent misfits before him,

"You fight for your right to breathe, against people who laugh at your powerlessness while exploiting you."
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"Great men of the past," said Lucifer, "were at least entertaining. They couldn't be corrupted for less than immortality."

He looked at the demon council, hating each more than the last.

"Now they allow you pathetic wretches free reign while I sit dissatisfied upon my throne."

[The Microfictionist @microfictionist]

"Great men of the past," said Lucifer, "were at least entertaining. They couldn't be corrupted for less than immortality."

He looked at the demon council, hating each more than the last.

"Now they allow you pathetic wretches free reign while I sit dissatisfied upon my throne."

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"This guy gets it."

The refrain echoed out the ghost of an exiled mouth and was meant as the highest badge of honor.

"Maybe he'll understand his place on the list."

The Exile laughed a humorless laugh full of hate.

"Lean into what you recoil from."

He leaned into love.

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"People forget what they used to believe after we've lied to them for so long," said the Dark Doctor, "and when they do, we sell their discarded beliefs back to them as fresh enemies."

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"People rarely change their mode of being," began Blood Hawk, "but they're often prepared to change their environment should their mode of being...collectively or individually...impair their ability to carry on in their current environment."

He ran the blade along the whetstone,