Background

I was gonna make a post called "ChatGPT is sh!t now", but I fortunately I got distracted and cancelled my plan to make that post. Anyway, in that post, I was gonna told my experience with ChatGPT.

Previously, when the bot just came out, I was really thrilled. I made account on OpenAI since 2020, and there is never been any kind of "allowance" to use the API of DALL-E for free, hosted on their websites. I remember that time where they just sended me newsletter about the progress of this "new chat bot" that they created, but I didn't care because I thought I'd never get to use it.

But things changed. Suddenly every news outlet covering this new and shiny Internet sensation called ChatGPT. I log into my existing account, and voila! I got hooked up on it.

My weird obsession

So I have this weird obsession to create story about "sick teen relationship" in ChatGPT. I like to see the fiction character suffers for some reason.

It's rather weird right? Here's an example because I don't feel so well explaining things like this.

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Prompt:

Create a story: Josh is the heir apparent of Kingdom of Great Britain. (in alternate timeline) the kingdom had fallen due to attack from Scotland and Ireland. Their army was pushed back till Buckingham Palace, the only place that wasn't liberated yet. His dad, Charles, had just died on war. Josh is 16, and was talking with his younger brother Kevin.

The story generated:

Josh sat with his younger brother Kevin, both boys huddled together in a dimly lit corner of Buckingham Palace. The sounds of battle echoed throughout the halls, and the occasional explosion shook the ground beneath their feet. Outside, the Kingdom of Great Britain was under attack from Scotland and Ireland, their armies pushing closer and closer towards the palace with each passing moment.

Josh was the heir apparent to the throne, but his father, King Charles, had just died in battle. It was now up to Josh to lead his people and defend their kingdom. He looked at his younger brother, who was only twelve years old, and felt a sense of responsibility wash over him.

Josh had done what he could to secure the room they were in, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the enemy broke through.

"Josh, what are we going to do?" Kevin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We're going to stay quiet and wait it out. We have enough supplies to last us a few days, and hopefully, by then, the enemy will have moved on."

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door, and Josh and Kevin both jumped. Josh moved quickly to the door and pressed his ear against it, trying to hear what was happening outside.

"Open up, in the name of Scotland and Ireland!" a voice shouted from the other side.

Josh pointed towards a large cardboard box in the corner of the room. "We can use it to hide you. It's big enough for you to fit in, and it will be hard for them to find you."

Kevin looked at the box skeptically, but he knew that they didn't have many options. He climbed inside and pulled the flaps shut, trying to make himself as small as possible.

He looked around the room, searching for anything that he could use to defend himself and his brother. His eyes fell on a broken chair leg, and he quickly grabbed it, holding it tightly in his hands.

As he waited in the silence, Josh could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. He tensed, ready to defend himself and his brother no matter what.

The door burst open, and Josh was face-to-face with the enemy. But he stood his ground, holding his broken chair leg tightly in his hands and ready to fight for what was his.

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I got hooked up on the story, and to this day (it started one week ago) I still continue to write random prompts in that thread, and ChatGPT turned me a more experimental story. (sorry guys I don't quite know how to explain this feeling in words)

Is this count as a fetish? Like, my mind wandering when I imagined the story becomes a film (in my mind).

I like to imagine their struggles, especially their physical appearance. I don't really know why. Maybe it has something to do with my own past.

I'm a bit uncomfortable, but because this blog is barely viewed, I can feel safety. Here is what I wanted to say: I want to be born again. I miss every crucial steps on my childhood, and chose to be a "4 years old kid who can read magazine" instead.

At first I thought that is something that I can brag about, but the more I grew up, the more I realize that its a wrong decision. I'm a bit disappointed at my parents, because they just let me to do this kind of thing instead of socialising.

This leads me to grew up with weird habits and lacking social skills. When I hit puberty and covid started, I start to grew interest in shoes. Somehow I got hooked up on "trashed shoes". But fortunately that period is over.

Now I'm on a period where I have developed an unusual interest with fiction story. sigh