DanteGPT

I spoke to a couple of ghosts in the machine

I gave the language model-based chatbot developed by OpenAI - ChatGPT this prompt:

Please rewrite this in the style reminiscent of Dante, portraying the notion that humans are inherently evil: "There is no god but us. There is no heaven except as we fashion others' lives into hell. There is no afterlife but those lives we extinguish, sowing our seeds in blood-soaked lands. There are no sacred texts, only words mangled by elders across generations, justifying the killing of those we brand as 'other.'"

It spat this out even before my finger left the enter key.

In the realm of our existence, where shadows loom and bind,
No divine essence guides, no celestial grace to find.
Amidst the echoing void, where morals and ethics fell,
Our dire truth resounds, an infernal knell.

For there lies no distant paradise, no ethereal embrace,
Save for the hells we forge, each agony-laden place.
The afterlife resides not in celestial expanse or light,
But in the lands stained red, in our callous, brutal might.

No god but our ambitions, no sanctum but cruel intention,
As we erase lives to sow our own, a wretched ascension.
No scriptures pure and divine, but texts blemished and bent,
Warped by men for slaughter, a twisted, vile descent.

In the parchments of old, where ink conceals the truth,
Men's hands twisted the verity, a deceitful sleuth.
The holy texts once penned, now weaponized to scorn,
To justify the horrors, the massacres we adorn.

In this dismal saga of our relentless descent,
No divine quill inscribes, no godly commandment.
Humanity’s darkest hues, an inherent decree,
No heaven, no god, just our grim legacy.

And then I got another ghost in a machine to create this art.