There also may be the second post: Ants and their AI Empire

Run:

@cloudshell:~/Download$ whisper Empire of the Ants (1977) trailer.mp4

.local/lib/python3.9/site-packages/whisper/transcribe.py:78: UserWarning: FP16 is not supported on CPU; using FP32 instead

Detected language: English
[00:00.000 --> 00:07.480] Of all history's profits, none has a greater degree of credibility than H.G. Wells, with 

[00:07.480 --> 00:13.600] his predictions of moon landings, ray guns, sonic signaling devices, his Wells right 

[00:13.600 --> 00:20.560] again in his prediction of dangers to come in Empire of the Ants. 

[00:20.560 --> 00:25.640] In this fantastic tale, Wells tells the chilling story of a colony of ants who feed on atomic 

[00:25.640 --> 00:31.120] waste, causing them to grow into large, voracious monsters. 

[00:31.120 --> 00:43.000] And these giant ants are actually able to control humans. 

[00:43.000 --> 00:44.000] They need us. 

[00:44.000 --> 00:46.080] That's why it has to be this way. 

[00:46.080 --> 00:47.720] Why we must obey. 

[00:47.720 --> 00:51.680] At first, the people don't understand. 

[00:51.680 --> 00:54.880] They must be forced into submission. 

[00:54.880 --> 01:01.120] After their indoctrination, they realize that the ants only want us to take care of them 

[01:01.120 --> 01:03.640] and work for them, feed them. 

[01:03.640 --> 01:05.640] That's the way it should be.


Diffusion (Stable or unstable), draw us Empire of the Ants (1977):

Not bad. Crayon - now you give it a go:

 

OpenAI, whatya think? 

"I think it looks like this"

OK, give us some love, yet again:

  model="text-davinci-002",

  temperature=0.07,

  max_tokens=730,

  top_p=0.75,

  best_of=2,

  frequency_penalty=0.23,

  presence_penalty=0.21

Love is a Dragon It breathes fire into our hearts And we ride it into the sky It is never-ending and always changing And we are its faithful riders We will never give up Our love is a dragon

Redo it:

response = openai.Completion.create(

  model="text-davinci-002",

  prompt="Write us a sci-fi poem about love:\n\n",

  temperature=1,

  max_tokens=730,

  top_p=0.75,

  best_of=3,

  frequency_penalty=1.12,

  presence_penalty=0.96

Love is a strange thing It can make you weak, as if you're made of glass But it can also make you strong, like steel It's a battle that's never won or lost It just keeps going, on and on Never ending, always changing And yet somehow always the same Love is the light in the darkness The hope in the hopelessness The one thing that can save us all

Write us a witty metaphysical sci-fi poem about love using abstract terms:

Love is the thing with feathers That perches in your soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And you were loved by someone once But they left you behind In a world that's constantly spinning You were left to find love again But it's not as easy as it seems When you're looking for love in all the wrong places It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack But when you finally find it It makes all the difference And suddenly everything makes sense Love is the thing with feathers

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