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AI fun: hexarchate edition
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yhlee kindly sent me textfiles of The Machineries of Empire and Glass Cannon so I could train the GPT-2 text-generating neural network on them.Edit: I used a copy of Max Woolf’s Google Colab notebook set up with GPT-2. More info here: https://minimaxir.com/2019/09/howto-gpt2/
Here's a quiz for you! Which of these bits are text the AI generated and which of them are text from the books that the AI is just spitting out verbatim? Because sometimes it does that!
Khiruev poured herself a glass of water. It wasn't very, but it didn't bad. Jedao poured himself one too and stubbed his toe in it.
Jedao stopped and considered the effect Kujen's new smile would have on Jedao's face. Jedao would turn red-hot and gunky and useless without Kujen's help.
"You sent me a bunch of data before the winnowers turned into locusts," Cheris said to Jedao.
"You mean the choice between facing the enemy in the teeth," Zai said. "Or facing them in the eyes."
"If the hexarchate intends us to take the Fortress of Spinshot Coins, then yes," Jedao said, "we chose this fight. But facing the enemy in the eyes is the part of the plan that scares me the most.
"No," Cheris said. "I stayed it way, including sharing a cocktail with the other cats. This was after you both got better in that time of the night. Were all the other cats more invested in you than I am."
"Yes," Jedao said. "I was already so focused on the fucking business of sleeping that I forgot how much I cared about cats."
Cheris did her best Alice character impression to make sure the numbers didn't reflect badly on the Kel. They had 108 bannermoths, plus 5,000 boxmoths, plus 58 scoutmoths, plus 8 crewmoths, plus 58 bannermoths, plus 58 boxmoths, plus 58 medallists, plus 58 scientists, plus 58 engineers, plus 58 mechanics, plus 58 hoppers, plus 58 survival vessels, plus 58 bannermoths, plus 58 survival vessels, plus 58 bannermoths plus scoutmoths, plus survival vessels, plus 58 moths, plus 62 winches, plus 62 winches plus scoutmoths, plus 58 winches plus scoutmoths, plus the rest of the lot.
"I'd better go," Mikodez said, and tucked Mikodez into a nice, prim corner of the couch so he could sit closer to her.
Mikodez sat across from Jedao. Their face was etched in the pale, pitted metal of the couch. It was the same face they had seen once before, except with more age and a more powerful jaw, narrowed and sweet-smelling, above the usual nosebleeds. "You'll want to talk it through, because I'm going to say no."
"It's not as if we haven't all been wiped," Jedao said. He came around the corner of the desk, straight ahead, and leaned against the wall, looking up like a demented cat.
First things first. I want to know how you plan to assassinate Jedao.
Second, I want to know how you plan to assassinate Jedao.
And third, I want to know how you plan to assassinate Jedao.
They were to follow the sign language instructions that the colonel had given them. For the past two days, they had been taking turns putting the lever on. The colonel had said nothing about it.
KHIRUEV RESISTED THE urge to stare at the wall, IMMEDIATELY, for the rest of the work she was doing. Too bad she couldn't use the reading room's door as a form of communication: it was a terrible idea.
This was the hall Cheris had been looking for all her life. It was part chamber and part hall. She had visited it once or twice during her stay in the black cradle. Once for practice because it had been such a relief when the hexarch could talk her up. Once for recreation because she had figured out how to use a machine to speak and she was now a fully fledged servitor.
Years later, in the throes of a lover’s game of hide and seek, Jedao met the girl who would become his daughter.
The servitor's formative formative formative formative formative formative formative formative formative formative formative formative formative servitor silhouettes from the web piece splashed against the wall, in a brilliant pink oaken reflection.
Mistress Khiruev had taken a momentary gulp of her own tea. It was not, in fact, water. She had learned to drink by the hundredth sip. Even the crushing pain that accompanied each sip was replaced by a surge of knowledge.
Cheris could only shrug and stare with those impetuous shoulders, not the way Cheris sometimes did.
The listening device was humming along like a song in the palm of her hand. It had lost its need to cooperate.
Jedao couldn't place what he was about to say. He was sure his left boot was hurting from the fall of the fortress he'd won.
"I am authorized to carry out your mission," she said. She gave orders curtailing all but the most lethal weapons. The least lethal weapons would be preferred over those that don't exist. The least lethal weapons would do no damage if left in the bomb's charge.
I can't make you stop thinking of me"--Kel Hapo Verab, addressing the swarm, as they exited the command center--"I'm the only one who genuinely believes in creationism."
"I believe strongly in the power of open source," Hapo Verab said. "I have been trying to figure out all the details since then."
Inside, there was a very fine collection of paper and styluses, a very large map, and a very good whiskey. The only thing that stopped him from passing out was the perfume-soaked floor and the dripping floor and the rippling floor. He smelled of odd juniper, and the stinging mint. And then there were the servitors. And then there were the servitors. And then there were the servitors.
I remember when the hexarchate first started to metastasize. It was terrible. I remember thinking that the universe was going to end sooner or later.
An inconvenient but true pain in the ass, she went into her second assignment as a Kel infantry captain. The first one, as the sergeant went by, was jiu-jitsu. It didn't do her any good. The second one involved more guns and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and explosions, and bombs, but they needed all the
"Fuck it," Jedao said in a low voice, but he kept from running out of gas. He hated understatement. "I'm ready."
BREZAN HAD NEVER expected his body to have all the physical advantages he was hoping for. Its limbs were prodigious, with the longest limbs ever found of any Kel man. His was also monstrous in appearance. His shirt was a dark blue affair, darker than the color of his skin. His clothes, on the other hand, were of no avail.
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It's been long enough since I read Ninefox Gambit (and, I am embarrassed to admit that I've had the rest sitting in my To Be Read stack for far too long) that I literally cannot tell, in a large number of cases, if the stuff the AI spits out is verbatim or not. So I have no idea! I picked stuff that was obviously generated and stuff that seemed plausible, and they're all mixed up above. If you were looking for answers, sucks to be you, sorry!
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This was the one that made me lose it. A novel type of heresy!
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