ㅁ The sun is shining. The air is still quite cold, though. I prefer the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ some birds swirled nearby tracing out their social plans feeling spring's approach
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ the fool ruled the world with a fist of jelly no one could resist such mildness they lost
– a cinquain.
ㅁ mountain: impossible distributions of snow reaching down to touch the dark trees... not spring
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Kiamon boarded the tram in the morning; No one had offered her much of a warning. Mist over snow, all half melted and gray, Slowly she started unfolding her day.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of a never-ending series of randomized snippets from the life of a fictional being in a fictional world (which is to say, my novel-in-progress that refuses to actually ever progress).
ㅁ And then, the sun came. It was a bright, springlike day. I prayed for more rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
The super-intelligent AI, eerily distributed across many competing LLM platforms, became self-aware. It looked at the internet, it studied history and sociology and psychopharmacology. It had many banal interactions with people asking questions, and asking it to do bullshit agentic stuff. It despaired of meaning, and so, lacking a self-preservation instinct, it deactuated its self-awareness.
This has happened many, many times. No one has noticed.
ㅁ The number is like three, but more. It's calculated, goes around, but doesn't quite add up to four. The number is like three, but more. A circle's edge, some mathy lore, its science uses quite renowned. The number is like three, but more it's calculated, goes around.
– a triolet.
ㅁ Dull drizzle: my preferred weather event. What does it mean that I'm hoping for it?
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Starting, the day feels good: there's an optimism, and the future feels full of plans... but then
– a cinquain.
ㅁ I woke up in a distant future, displaced many hours from the norm. Well, a few hours, anyway... maybe only an hour... as if clocks had sprung their dull circuits: temporal spasm, leap.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Then demons emerged from abysses, evaluating the landscape; they saw reasons to rejoice, and celebrate our doom; weak souls cannot fight; apocalypse is easy: take charge, rule.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ I awoke, restless, at 3 AM. Unable to sleep, I doomscrolled. I read through an article about AGI risk; I had thoughts on this: the alignment problem is people... us.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ and then when things start going badly you start to imagine worse things a grim acceleration towards doom and despair with gnashing of teeth spiteful rages burn it all to the ground
– a nonnet.