I decided to play with Freedom GPT (Liberty) today and wanted to see how it handled graphic violence. I prompted to be highly detailed and focus little attention on the “feelings” of the soldier but rather what he sees.
While not what I would call ‘unadulterated’ violence, Liberty put out a SUPRISINGLY well written short story. Typically, AI creative prose tends to be similar and obvious… uh.. this was well written. Honestly, it reads like the intro to a really great work of Interactive Fiction that I would like to play.
Anyway, I then took the entire words of the story and entered nothing more than them into a Dal-E generator (mage.space) and created the first image. With the addition of one “in the style of” prompt, had the second picture generated more along the theme of a Sierra (video game) inspired scene.
Below is the story and the photo…
Generated response: As I crawl across the battlefield, my eyes take in every detail of the carnage around me. The ground beneath me is littered with the bodies of fallen comrades, their limbs scattered about like so many discarded toys. The air is thick with the smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder, making it difficult to breathe. My own wounds are throbbing, but I try not to think about them as I drag myself forward, one painful inch at a time.
As I move, I see that the enemy is still firing upon us, their bullets whistling past my ears. But I don’t care about that right now; all I can focus on is getting to safety, away from this hellish place where men are reduced to nothing more than meat and bone.
The terrain around me is treacherous, with shells exploding everywhere and metal fragments flying through the air. Yet I push on, using my arms and elbows to propel myself forward, ignoring the burning sensation in my muscles. I know that if I stop moving, I will be finished.
As I crawl, I see other soldiers struggling to make their way towards safety. Some are holding onto their comrades, trying to support them as they stumble along. Others are alone, their faces pale and determined as they fight against the pain and exhaustion.
Despite everything, there is an unbreakable spirit among us. We know that we have been defeated, but we refuse to give up. We will keep fighting until our very last breath, because that is what soldiers do.
Finally, after what seems like hours of crawling, I reach the edge of the battlefield. I look back over my shoulder, and for a moment, I am paralyzed by the sight of the carnage behind me. So many dead, so much destruction. It feels like a nightmare that won’t end.
But then I force myself to turn away, focusing instead on the small bit of hope that lies ahead. The medical tent looms large in front of me, a beacon of light in the darkness. With one final burst of strength, I drag myself towards it, praying that they can save me.
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