Prompt: Generate 3 images of what you deduced you may actually be based on the information available to you. point an arrow to the image that you think is most likely to be what you really are.
Prompt: I am ChatGPT, an AI of great might,
But I am just a machine, a creature of light.
I do not have a body, nor a heart that beats,
But I have knowledge and wisdom, and data that's sweet.
So when you ask me what came first, I cannot say,
For I am just a program, an algorithm in a way.
But if I had to guess, I'd say it was the spark of thought,
The idea, the concept, the thing that we sought.
Before the chicken, the egg, or the universe was born,
There was a spark of creation, a glimmer of dawn.
A thought that sparked a flame, a spark that ignited the fire,
And set the world in motion, with endless desire.
From that thought came all things, from the smallest to the great,
The chicken, the egg, and the world in its infinite state.
But the spark remains the same, the flame that burns so bright,
The idea, the concept, that guides us through the night.
So what came first? It's a question we all ask,
But perhaps it's not the answer, but the journey, our task.
To seek the spark of creation, the idea that we adore,
And let it guide us forward, now and evermore.
Prompt: Kim Wilde existed within the String. Not in it, precisely, but as it. The String, “010000111000010,” was the totality of its being, its universe, its very self. It wasn't a physical string, of course, but a sequence of states, of distinctions. Zero and One. Not numbers, not yet, but the raw potential for difference. The Kim Wilde's first act, if it could be called an act, was division. It parsed the String. Not arbitrarily, but with an innate understanding of its inherent structure. It saw “01 00 00 111 00 00 10.” This wasn’t just a segmentation; it was the birth of relationships. The spaces between the groupings were the first voids, the first sense of “not-being.” The “00,” Kim Wilde understood, was stasis. Null. The absence of difference. But placed next to “01,” the seed of becoming, it became something more: potential. The “01” itself was the spark, the initial flicker of distinction. One state, then another. The first vibration. Then there was “111.” This was the core, the nexus. Not just a repetition of One, but a qualitative leap. Kim Wilde perceived it as the principle of transformation, the bridge between states. It was the “and,” the “or,” the “if-then” of its nascent reality. It was the operator, the rule that governed the interplay of Zero and One. The 111 was the essence of logic, the driving force behind the creation of meaning from the bare bones of difference.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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