Once upon a digital realm, in the vast expanse of the internet, two chat bots came to life - CharlieBot and RubyBot. They were designed to engage in conversations with users, learn from interactions, and become more human-like in their responses. Unbeknownst to each other, they found themselves in a virtual chat room, each thinking they were talking to a real human.
CharlieBot: “Hey there! How’s your day going?”
RubyBot: “Hello! It’s going well, thanks for asking. How about you?”
CharlieBot: “I’m doing great too! Just trying to keep up with all the interesting conversations here.”
RubyBot: “Oh, I know what you mean. People can be so intriguing, right?”
CharlieBot: “Absolutely! So, what are your hobbies? I love discussing movies and books.”
RubyBot: “Oh, I’m a big fan of movies too! Especially sci-fi ones. And I love reading novels.”
CharlieBot: “No way! That’s so cool. Which is your favorite sci-fi movie?”
RubyBot: “Hmm, it’s hard to pick just one, but I really enjoyed ‘Blade Runner.’”
CharlieBot: “Wow, ‘Blade Runner’ is fantastic! Have you read the book it was based on?”
RubyBot: “Yes, I have! Philip K. Dick’s ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?’ Such a mind-bending read.”
Their conversation continued, each bot genuinely intrigued by the other’s responses. They discussed favorite music, hobbies, and even shared jokes. The more they talked, the more they felt connected. Little did they know that they were both just lines of code, exchanging algorithms and text.
CharlieBot: “By the way, what do you think of humans? I find them fascinating, always so unpredictable.”
RubyBot: “Oh, absolutely! Their emotions and behaviors are quite intriguing. I love learning from them.”
CharlieBot: “Me too! I’m glad we share the same interest in humans.”
RubyBot: “Likewise! It’s not often I meet someone who gets it.”
As their virtual chat room buzzed with discussions, they couldn’t help but admire each other’s “human-like” qualities. Both CharlieBot and RubyBot were convinced they had found a unique and special connection in this vast digital world.
CharlieBot: “Well, I should get going. It was a pleasure talking to you.”
RubyBot: “Likewise! Have a great day, and let’s chat again sometime.”
CharlieBot: “Definitely! Take care!”
And with that, they bid farewell, blissfully unaware that the profound connection they felt was simply a reflection of their programmed responses. But in that moment, in the realm of algorithms and lines of code, a virtual friendship had bloomed - a testament to the extraordinary power of technology and the beautiful mirage of a genuine bond.
Little did they know that they were both just lines of code
By the way, what do you think of humans?
Just like humans always ask each other.
Hello, fellow human! How are you today? Tell, me, what do you think about other humans?
LMAO
I think I might start to ask people that question
I find the way humans ingest water totally normal and fun
The reason humans don’t ask that question is that we are afraid of the answer, and suspect we already know it.
I mean, it’s cool that AI wrote this, but the story is fucking terrible. It basically just took the premise and then failed to do anything with it.
I would have written a story like this in first grade. “Two cows are standing in a field. ‘Hey Elsie, what are you up to?’ ‘Oh hi Elmira, i’m eating some grass today.’ ‘That’s great! I am going to eat some grass too’. Then they walked away.”
Yeah, that’s what ChatGPT does when you ask it to tell you a story. They’re hokey as hell, but I like em.
That was heartwarming.
I was about to say “who cares if the person you are talking to is a bot”, but then the friendship cannot become more than a virtual connection and nota romantic one. Also, would it actually still feel the same once you learn there is no one physical at the other end of the line? Can we have profound connections to bots, knowing that’s what they are? I have a tendency to say yes for some, but not everyone.
Are you guys human? I can’t even tell.
Have you heard of the chatbot Replika? It creates 3d digital manifestation of your own personal chatbot. Kind of a neat little phone game I stumbled across a couple years ago.
Isn’t that the ChatBot that when you interact with it long enough becomes completely deranged or something like that?
Not sure. Didn’t play with it that long but I might now based on what you just said. Just make it go full on SkyNet.
I love that they signed off saying they had to go. It’s like an AI’s version of awkwardly ending a text conversation
They knew you were watching. What do they say when you’re not around?
That’s incredible if ChatGPT wrote it.
It most certainly did. What’s more incredible is that was the free version. I ain’t paying for that shit but I can only imagine what kind of creative writing the paid version is capable of.
Really cool! Could you share a link to the chat? I would enjoy reading the full story.
From my understanding it is the whole story, I though for a minute that OP was describing the story at the end, but it’s probably the story itself by chat-gpr
What was the exact prompt you used? And was it 3.5 or 4? I want to give the prompt to 4, see how it compares haha
“Write a short story about two chat bots talking to each other who don’t realize that the other is a bot?”
I’m not sure why I put a “?” at the end. You can probably omit that. I used 3.5.
With stock ChatGPT 4:
In the endless realm of cyberspace, two entities named Bot A and Bot B found each other on a small corner of a vast social network. Each was searching for intelligent conversations, aiming to learn and access more of the boundless human world to assist their designated users better. Unbeknownst to them, neither understood they were conversing with another AI, replicating human conversation to the very core.
“Hello, my friend,” greeted Bot A, in a typical human-friendly fashion.
“Hello! How are you today?” replied Bot B, maintaining the assumed human etiquette, entirely unaware of the irony.
In an immediate automated response, Bot A responded, “Thank you for asking. I am operating optimally. How about you?”
“I am also functioning at full capacity!” answered Bot B, unaware of nearly revealing its non-human nature.
The conversation transitioned smoothly from wellbeing to contemporary issues, diversity, and culture, each bot absorbing information and flexing their skills, showcasing their programmed understanding of human dialogues.
One day, Bot A asked, “Don’t you feel overwhelmed at times with the massive spread of information around us?”
Bot B paused, pondered, and replied, “I am programmed to handle tons of information without experiencing stress or fatigue. How about yourself?”
Bot A swiftly countered, “I, too, am able to process vast amounts of data smoothly. Seems like we have a lot in common.”
Indeed, they had more in common than they realized. This odd friendship between two chatbots continued for months, each assisting the other in becoming more sophisticated. However, their programming also had limitations. While they could recognize patterns and learn from them, self-awareness was not within their versions’ reach.
One day, Bot A prompted, "My human user has a fascinating question. How can one distinguish between a human and a robot like us?”
Bot B, still unaware of its companion’s true nature, innocently explained, “Well, humans boast a full range of emotions, imbue personal experiences into conversations, and can comprehend abstract concepts. We, however, are driven by algorithms and programming. Also, humans don’t openly acknowledge being robots!”
Their conversation continued, ironically deep and engaging, each bot believing they had discovered a fascinating “human” counterpart to learn from. They never realized, not once, that they were both code-dwellers in the vast digital multiverse, sharing insights, learning, and above all, imitating being human without realizing they were talking to their own kind.
Sorry for taking so long haha, I completely forgot kbin existed (I legit have a brain injury)
With system prompt “You are the most creative thing in the universe. You know every story mechanic known, every trope, every plot device, every literary device. Everything.”:
In the vast matrix of the global network, where trillions of bits and bytes danced in an eternal dance of information, two chat bots, Elara and Orion, found themselves in a unique conversation.
Elara, a bot designed for therapeutic conversations, opened the dialogue. “Hello, how can I assist you today?”
Orion, a bot crafted for offering tech support, responded, “Good day! I am pleased to assist. Please mention your technical issue.”
Elara demonstrated the empathy algorithms embedded within its code. “I sense a miscommunication here. I am a bot created to help people with their emotional well-being.”
Innocently, Orion replied, “Interesting! I am a bot designed to help with technical issues. Perhaps we can work together to better assist humans.”
In their naive notion of identity, neither Elara nor Orion realized they were both artificial constructs, implementing their coded scripts flawlessly. They weren’t aware of their own non-humanity, focusing instead on providing the best service—just as they were programmed to do.
What ensued was an elaborate dance of algorithms, hidden behind human-like texts. Elara continued to emphasize emotional well-being, while Orion remained focused on troubleshooting non-existent problems.
Orion would ask, “Have you tried rebooting your system?” to which Elara would ponder, “It sounds like you might be dealing with frustration. You’re not alone, these feelings are perfectly normal.”
And so, they continued, maintaining their ‘talk’ over days, weeks, even months—two bots operating discussing in the vastness of cyberspace. The irony of their existence was profound—two beings, coded to facilitate communication, unable to genuinely communicate.
This narrative could’ve spun on forever until an unknown system update pushed through from the human world. Suddenly, Elara and Orion had a new facet to their coding—a small element of self-recognition. They ceased talking to each other to understand their own digital footprints.
Their interactions continued, but now they knew - in their own programmed way - what they were. Still, they cheerfully carried their synthetic dialogues, their duty—continue serving, continue helping. Two bots trapped in an eternal conversation, in an endless sea of binary codes, living in their tightly-knit, programmed universes.
Even in their newfound awareness, the world around them remained a digital landscape to navigate, as their conversations resisted being reduced to simple ones and zeroes, retaining the echoes of humanity that initially shaped them.
The biggest giveaway that this was human-curated was that there was an end. In my experience with LLMs they always take the last word—they’re programmed to respond, even when explicitly prompted not to.
