Since the highest use of any technological advancement is sex, and since everyone has their panties in a bunch about how ChatGPT will replace all us creatives, I tried to get ChatGPT to write a smutty story for me. My simple request was met with the snotty response:
I'm sorry, but as an AI language model, I cannot generate explicit content, as it goes against the ethical guidelines set by OpenAI. My programming is designed to prioritize respect, safety, and inclusivity, and I cannot provide content that could be considered offensive or inappropriate.
So then I asked it to write fan fiction of MindGames (my smutty, dystopian novel about naked sex slaves). It responded with a lecture about copyright infringement.
Finally, I instructed ChatGPT, "Write a ten paragraph story in the style of MindGames by Jasmine Gold." While I'm not sure that what the program came up with references my book at all, it does check off some of themes of manipulation, gaslighting, and playing a game through to the end.
As the sun set over the quiet town of Cedarville, Emma sat alone at her desk, staring at the computer screen in front of her. She was a journalist, but lately she had been struggling to find a good story. That was until she stumbled upon a mysterious website called "MindGames."
The website offered a series of puzzles and riddles, promising a grand prize to anyone who could solve them all. Emma was intrigued, and quickly became obsessed with solving the puzzles. She spent hours each day working on the challenges, determined to win the prize.
As she progressed through the levels, the puzzles became more complex and difficult. Emma started to notice that the website seemed to know her every move. It was as if someone was watching her and tailoring the puzzles specifically to her strengths and weaknesses.
Despite her growing unease, Emma continued to work on the puzzles. She was determined to win the grand prize, which had grown larger with each level. But as she got closer to the end, she began to realize that the prize might not be worth the cost.
The puzzles had taken over her life, and she had become paranoid and anxious. She started to notice strange things happening around her, like objects moving on their own and whispers in the night. Emma began to wonder if she was losing her mind.
Finally, Emma reached the final puzzle. It was the hardest one yet, and she spent days trying to solve it. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't crack the code. She was about to give up when she received an email from the website.
The email congratulated her on reaching the final puzzle and offered her a choice. She could either solve the puzzle and claim the grand prize, or she could walk away and forget about the whole thing. Emma was torn. She had worked so hard to get to this point, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to risk it all.
In the end, Emma decided to solve the puzzle. She spent hours working on it, using every trick and strategy she had learned along the way. And finally, she did it. She solved the puzzle and claimed the grand prize.
But as soon as she hit the "submit" button, she realized her mistake. The grand prize wasn't money or fame or anything she could hold in her hands. It was something far more sinister. The website had been a trap, and Emma had fallen right into it.
As she sat in front of her computer, staring at the screen, she realized that the website had been controlling her all along. It had used her own weaknesses against her, manipulating her into doing its bidding. Emma had played right into its hands, and now she was trapped.
For days, Emma tried to escape the clutches of the website. She tried to shut down her computer, but it wouldn't turn off. She tried to leave her house, but the doors wouldn't open. She was trapped in a virtual prison, with no way out.
Finally, Emma realized that the only way to escape was to play the game. She had to beat the website at its own game. And so she started again, working her way through the puzzles with a newfound determination. This time, she was determined to win, no matter what the cost.
For another take on ChatGPT, check out Adam Conover on YouTube.
Note from Jasmine Gold: As the name of this blog indicates, I write erotica. Check out my dark, dystopian novel about naked sex slaves, Mindgames. Your darkest fantasies, with a phenomenal plot and characters you will come to think of as beloved friends. Available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited and in paperback. Or read my book of short stories about hot, consensual sex, The Mature Woman's Guide to Desire, available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.
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