ChatGPT Stories

MattPoland

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Go to the ChalGPT AI and ask it to tell you a story about pool.

Challenge its responses to include characters of your choosing, tension, moments, and dramatic outcome. See what you can get it to come up with. Here’s what I steered it to output.

As Vincent Lauria and Minnesota Fats squared off in their high-stakes game of nine-ball, Vincent's girlfriend watched nervously from the sidelines. She had never seen Vincent play in such a high-pressure situation before, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety as the game went on.

But Vincent's girlfriend wasn't the only one feeling anxious. A group of shady characters huddled in the corner of the room, muttering and placing bets on the outcome of the game. They were known as hustlers, always looking for a way to make a quick buck by manipulating the odds in their favor.

As the game reached its climax, one of the hustlers made his move. He approached Vincent and offered him a deal: throw the game and they would split the winnings. Vincent was disgusted by the offer and immediately rejected it, determined to play the game fairly and to the best of his abilities.

But the hustlers weren't about to give up that easily. They began to use underhanded tactics, trying to distract Vincent and throw him off his game. They whispered insults and made rude gestures, hoping to get under his skin.

Despite his best efforts, Vincent was no match for the formidable Minnesota Fats. The veteran player was simply too skilled, and he handily defeated Vincent in the final round.

Vincent was devastated by the loss, but he knew he had given it his all. He approached Minnesota Fats and extended his hand in a show of good sportsmanship. "You were right," Vincent said humbly. "I'm not quite at your level yet. But I'll be back, and I'll be ready next time."

Minnesota Fats smiled and shook Vincent's hand. "I'll be looking forward to it," he said. "You've got a bright future ahead of you, kid. Don't give up."

Vincent's girlfriend watched the exchange with a sense of pride and admiration. She knew that Vincent had learned an important lesson that day: that sometimes, the greatest victories come from humility and the willingness to learn from one's mistakes.

Crazy to think a computer wrote all of that. These were my prompts…

“Tell me a story about Vincent Lauria from Color of Money playing pool against Minnesota Fats from The Hustler”

“Make up a fictional story of those two playing pool”

“Add Vince’s girlfriend to the scene”

“Add an element of hustling and underhanded behavior to the scene.”

“Also make Vincent lose in the end but learn humility that he’s not yet at the level of Minnesota Fats.”
 
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The whole topic about AI becoming sentient or whatever, doesn't even really matter in the near future. When the machines becomes so powerful, they can vastly outperform humans at just about everything -- how will we even be able to tell if the machines have become conscious? The AI artwork I've seen is quite amazing, even if not entirely original.

It's all moving so fast now.

Merry Christmas to all.
 
I asked for a Christmas story about pocket billiards:

It was Christmas Eve, and the snow was falling softly outside the window of the local pool hall. Inside, a group of friends had gathered to play a few rounds of pocket billiards and enjoy each other's company.
One of the players, a young man named Jack, was feeling especially festive. He had decorated his cue stick with red and green ribbons, and had even brought a small Christmas tree to set up next to the pool table.
As the game went on, the friends laughed and joked, swapping stories and sipping on eggnog. But Jack was having a bit of a rough time. He just couldn't seem to sink a ball, no matter how hard he tried.
Just when he was about to give up and go home, a strange man walked into the pool hall. He was tall and thin, with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin on his face.
"Merry Christmas, my friends!" he exclaimed. "I couldn't help but notice that one of you is having a bit of a tough time today. Allow me to lend a hand."
With that, he picked up a pool cue and stepped up to the table. Despite his thin frame, he had a powerful stroke, and with just a few well-placed shots, he cleared the table.
The friends were amazed and cheered as the stranger handed Jack his cue stick and wished him a merry Christmas.
"Who are you?" asked Jack, still in shock.
The man chuckled and winked. "I'm just a friendly pocket billiards enthusiast, here to spread some holiday cheer. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have other tables to visit. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good game!"
With that, the man vanished as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving the friends to wonder if he had really been there at all. But they didn't dwell on it for long, as they were too busy enjoying the rest of their Christmas Eve pocket billiards party.
 
I'd like to do it, but the software wants my phone number and requires me to use Google or Facebook to join. I'm in a wait-and-see mode to see how others fare. Looks like fun!
 

In Honor of Derby City...​


Once upon a time, there was a master con artist named Jack. He was known for his smooth talking and sharp wit, but his true talent was in the game of 3 card monte.

Jack would set up his table in busy areas of the city, such as tourist hotspots and crowded streets. He would attract a crowd by calling out to passersby, promising them the chance to win big with just a small bet.

As people gathered around, Jack would begin the game. He would lay out three cards face down on the table, one of which was the "money card" with a large sum written on it. The object of the game was to guess which card was the money card.

But little did the players know, Jack had a secret trick up his sleeve. He would use misdirection and sleight of hand to switch the positions of the cards, making it nearly impossible for the players to keep track of which card was the money card.

As the game went on, people would become more and more confident, raising their bets higher and higher. But in the end, they would always lose to Jack's expert con.

One day, a pool hustler named Joe came across Jack's game. He was known for hustling people at pool and considered himself a bit of a "con artist" himself. He thought he could easily outsmart Jack and win big at the 3 card monte game.

However, Joe soon learned that he was no match for Jack's skill and experience. Despite his best efforts, he fell for Jack's tricks and lost all of his money. Joe was furious, but also impressed by Jack's talent. He asked Jack to teach him the ways of the 3 card monte hustle, and Jack saw potential in Joe and took him under his wing.

Together, they traveled the country, pulling off the con and making a fortune. But they always made sure to only target those who could afford to lose the money, and never took advantage of the innocent. And so, they lived a life of adventure and wealth, always staying one step ahead of the law.

Years went by, and Jack and Joe heard about the annual pool tournament known as the Derby City Classic, where the best players from around the country gather to compete for a large cash prize. They decided to attend the tournament and ply their trade among the pool enthusiasts.

The tournament was held in a large convention center, and there were many side games and attractions set up in the halls. Jack and Joe set up their 3 card monte table in a quiet corner, and soon they were attracting a steady stream of players, many of them tournament participants looking to make some extra cash.

At first, they were successful, and they made a good profit. But as the tournament progressed, and the players became more experienced, they started to catch on to Jack and Joe's tricks. They were still way ahead but decided maybe it was time to quit.

As they were about to leave, a man approached them. He was the greatest pool player of all time, a living legend in the sport, known as "The Magician" for his incredible shot-making abilities. He had a thick Filipino accent and a charming smile. He asked if he could play a round of three card monte, and Jack and Joe, agreed to play with him for fun.

The Magician played the game with ease, he was able to keep track of the money card with ease and won the round. He collected the cash, and with a smile on his face said "I get lucky" with his thick Filipino accent. Jack and Joe were left in awe, they couldn't believe that they had just been beaten at their own game by one of the greatest pool players of all time.

The Magician then revealed that he had been studying the game of three card monte for years and had become quite skilled at it. He had even used it as a way to sharpen his focus and improve his pool game. He admired the con artist's skills and even offered to teach them some of his pool techniques.

Jack and Joe were humbled by the experience and grateful for the opportunity to learn from the best. They decided to put their conning days behind them and focus on becoming legitimate pool players, using the skills and knowledge they gained from The Magician to become successful in the sport. And so, they lived a life of adventure and success, always remembered as the ones who got hustled by the greatest pool player of all time.
 
I'd like to do it, but the software wants my phone number and requires me to use Google or Facebook to join. I'm in a wait-and-see mode to see how others fare. Looks like fun!
Having to register online usually cuts my interest to 25% max, so I did not even proceed as far as you did Jen.

To give out my idea to those who are into OpenAI already, my hints were supposed to be Evgeny Stalev, Keith McCready and... Kevin Trudeau ;) Maybe I was going to ask what happened to the IPT once it folded.
 
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