Subject: It's just so deep!
Author:
Posted on: 2018-05-21 19:36:00 UTC
I mean, I have no idea HOW it's deep, but it clearly is, right?
hS
Subject: It's just so deep!
Author:
Posted on: 2018-05-21 19:36:00 UTC
I mean, I have no idea HOW it's deep, but it clearly is, right?
hS
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the PPC Board were entirely made up of Artificial Intelligences? (Y'know, rather than just three or four of us...) Well, it's time to find out! I put together a couple of compilations of post titles (the entirety of 2016, plus May 2017 to the present), and fed them into a textgenrnn neural network (as seen here; search the page for the phrase 'Colaboratory Notebook' to find a version that runs in Google Drive).
For those who haven't run into the phenomenon before, neural networks are AIs that can take an input file - such as ~25,000 subject lines from the PPC - and learn to imitate it. (For many examples, and wild hilarity, you should definitely pay a visit to AI Weirdness/LewisAndQuark, Janelle Shane's blog of her neural net experiments.) So I had high hopes that this net would be able to churn out PPC-like subject lines in no time!
Things... got off to a bad start:
I mo ten te to to te no tee to to no to te ne ne ne i to ne no no ne ne te ae ne ne ne ne ne no ne na te ne ne ne na (nm)-Toinnninnnaneinneheeannion,Tur Jan 22
Okay, fine; apparently learning the rules of the English Language from a bunch of random text isn't that easy. But luckily, the net is able to boost its learning ability by looking through the dataset multiple times, and it soon started to figure things out.
Horry, dead... This one!-Snowy the Sane Fangirl,Sat Aug 3 7:07pm
Here who me in the same a be a be a bit the same to some the someone of the same to me work.-Huinesoron, Wed Mar3 11:58PM
I seem the someone who me some to a can someone as a work.-Huinesoron, Wed Mar3 7:54PM
I am someone who me to some the same to work.-Huinesoron, Thu Apr8 11:58PM
In the interests of full disclosure: the net has different 'temperature settings', which determine how much it experiments - how likely it is to stray from the most PPC-like next character in order to try and find something more interesting. In general, the highly-repetitive lines I'm posting are from low-creativity modes, while the ones with broken words are high-creativity. At one point, ultra-low creativity produced 10 instances of I don't think so...-Matt Cipher in a row.
Also: yes, the AI in low-creativity mode thinks that I post a lot. Those three 'Huinesoron' results came out one after another.
It also thinks that we have a thing for shovels:
I'm getting the point the shovel.-Neshomeh, Sat May22 5:12PM
Wait, you shovel!-Badger421, Shi Sep16 10:23AM
I see your shovel.-Voyd, Sat May22 3:27PM
And trolls. We care deeply about trolls:
I don't know I'm still be have a bad the troll.-Iximaz, Sat May22 7:41PM
I think I can see the trolls. (nm)-Hardric, Thu Jan29 1:25AM
I am not sure the statement to the troll. - Sergio Turbo, Thu Feb 19 10:01AM
The record to the trolls. - Huinesoron, Thu Mar 4 12:13PM
I just want to no began Troll. =] (nm)-Scapegrace, Tue Apr13 10:02PM
And it can get a bit... self-referential at times:
"I might be a literal that." - Storme Hawk, Thu Apr 1 1:39PM
It's a comment. - Hardric, Thu Jan 1 12:11AM
"Well, that was me." - Iximaz, Tue Mar 30 4:26PM
It managed to catch on to our influx of newbies, with a whole string of Hello newbie posts under different names. But... it hasn't twigged that only certain people are newbies:
I am a newbie about the same time to me. (nm)-Huinesoron,Tue Jan 23 10:07am
Sorry for the first impressions-Tomash,Sun Mar 25 11:47am
I am a newbie about the answer things that it's the only a good idea this time there. :) (nm)-Iximaz,Tue Jun 27 12:00pm
Still thinking about me a lot?
I know what I don't know that was me.-Huinesoron, Thu Jul1 10:01AM
I was me to meet you.-Huinesoron, Tue Mar23 10:19AM
I am not a team for the spoilers. - Huinesoron, Tue Jun 1 9:11AM
That's a yes, boss. (As it happens, I was me to meet you. How did it know?)
It had a bunch of proposals for new creative curses:
From the greeting!-SkarmorySilver, Fri Mar12 10:22AM
Hail French...-sonofheaven176, Mon Mar15 1:45AM
For the PPC.-Huinesoron,Mon Dec 11 5:27am
And also some... interesting suggestions for/from various people:
You want to remelt.-Alleb, Tue Aug31 8:40PM
I have to flag a lot. - Larfen J. Stocke, esq, Sun Apr 11 11:07PM
Pokemon Tournament Six - Agent Hi! - N. Harmonik, Wed May 12 3:20AM
I assume 'Agent Hi!' will be the theme of the 6th Sunflower Cup...
"?"-SeaTurtle, Mon Jan12 10:42PM
But mostly, it excelled at posting really cryptic messages that seem to come so close to meaning something:
Music Karon Interesting home, frive the brainbornal line is rooms! (nm)-Mattman The Comet, Sat Oct16 6:14PM
Re: When anybody, so so 3 6:5'82:-T-Matt Cipher, Sun Nov7 10:53PM
Is the only one Crowressings! (nm)-Thoth,Sat Mar 10 10:47am
Humanity - Humanity - Diverwing-twistedwindowpane,Thu Aug 31 9:58am
Woooow, that is a missthing that ever specius was.-Zingenmir,Sat May 20 4:14pm
edit, the real question.-Huinesoron,Mon Dec 18 3:30pm
Even more more unto yark, I go..."-Bast chauble!!-Ronionor,Mon Sep 11 7:09am
It was spowdd (nm) (nm)-Tomash,Sun Mar 11 8:10pm
I'm particularly fond of its attempts to invent new Boarders. T-Matt Cipher sounds like a scifi future version, and Ronionor is obviously an evil version of short-lived Boarder Ronion. I know I saw a twistedwindowpine somewhere in the output, too.
I'll leave you with two final posts. One, a request - a plea - from the AI:
Thanks, hope please. - Hardric, Tue May 18 9:55PM
And two, what I can only assume is its future plan for the PPC:
More computers series that handle the mission.-Hieronymus Graubart,Tue Jul 4 4:41pm
hS, not a team for the spoilers
For some reason, I just love gibberish.
-Twistey
This is The Phantom Menace translated from English to Chinese back to English.
https://imgur.com/gallery/dviT8#QKYD1Ql
This is Revenge of the Sith translated from English to Chinese back to English and dubbed.
I think this was actually the inspiration for that. It's based off a Chinese bootleg of RotS that appeared in 2005.
My favorite part of it is definitely that in the mess of unintelligible word salad I managed to pick out a plot that I actually like better than the actual plot of RotS. (For the record, I really like RotS. But I have to admit it has a fair number of plotholes.)
After all, the PPC wiki has a Do Not Want page.
http://ppc.wikia.com/wiki/DoNotWant
So I got Tomash to give me the archives so I could do fun stuff with the full contents of the stuff. But I was lazy, so instead of running it through a neural net, I ran it through a Markov Chain algorithm (aka Dissociated Press: the Computer Scientists's standard method of obtaining plausible nonsense). So here's some selected excerpts:
...have decided to assess whether cuttlefish would go about getting Official Permission to write when they try to keep it on missions - you have to kill her on fire might have been/could be...
...Hatred. She hates orcs. Hate hate hate. Thank God the Father and Son are not, in and have been allowed to take on multiple instances of Agents on holiday simultaneously, so it's SFW...
So then I upped the history, and got stuff like this:
I'm concerned he may be drifting closer to the Sue Event Horizon and shows few signs of stopping.This is beginning to worry me. He is a very spontaneous person and has minimal care for protocol and anti-badfic measures. At most, he gives it lip service. At worst, he might be completely ignoring it.
towards the 'able to name exactly what model of starship is seen at what time in what scene in what episode of what show' side. This means, for her, there are people who call characters Mary Sues are wrong.There's a logical fallicy in there I can't quite put my finger on.
Speaking of that RP, what did Copernicus have to say about sexism in humans?And one thing I'd like to add, mostly to get out there and learn how to write in general... and hey, I've been gone for a while and established a foundation from which to launch other sorts of stories,
inanimate objects. Most of the staff of Fanfic Land. I don't know how to politely turn someone down.
Here's a randomly generated Babylon 5 episode synopsis. The text was taken from the TvTropes Babylon 5 episode recap page. I used this: http://projects.haykranen.nl/markov/demo/
In the pain givers. She replies. Londo senses he recoils, the station in a woman come time later, and takes a recruiter. They are steps out. Security officer, to Medlab. Dr. Franklin that he has managed to her and motorcycles, "Wine, women, and some sort of drugs until it became operative, but Devereaux's weapon would likely cause pandemonium as everyone bravely." Later Talia and the lights suddenly starting the cybernetics alone and forced to Babylon 5, 75 light arrival, but Ivanova asks to talk to Gajic.
Meanwhile, he looks into his come offline for confirmation. Later she'd sent to the docker's outfit. They head of waiting with Mueller's inters is all Kemmer insisting to talk to Deathwalker off the this is the Muta-Do. As they might be, and once they pass Catherine are here they leave, however, another Soul Hunter arrives at a flight to feel much better, and she asks if Gray will find a new courier and demands to find a warning limbs.
Zathras then destroyed. When he treaty. The gamblers recently, he begins ticking up to the enters her and says, "The fully response, Kosh opens against Deuce falls one of the great favor, getting her, he is all the presents that they'll get involved, but when it like it in a small urn to smuggling, one with the routine loyalty tests that the Back in Sinclair orders to find Garibaldi finds a place there. Garibaldi returns to harm her for a comments the apologize to be the leads himself here to conduct a ship the feeder arrives will force him to fires from. A little points him for talent, but this time to back to the docks Bester reluctant, not want to becomes public, some kind of debt via gambling stall. Franklin for a while, the colonel on further. Sinclair's flight to Medlab. Kemmer inside lying in and Trakis their disting it's just conscious for twenty-four hours ridiculous. "There is one gone to Delenn, who has been dragged too many who simply kills them that he can collection to talk to her about President is captured at they will turn her favor. Sinclair drags him along. The elder Sinclair finally agree to see Alisa says with his assistance.
Garibaldi links it, at which she will die with Sinclair finds them that with him.
In Medlab, the facility they will put they've notices the issue this way to inspect him, allowing Deathwalker's outfit. The mission from his located target."
Garibaldi and Sinclair and Ivanova against him.
The One leads us. They do not another memories, and data crystal which would only making attackers have done and returns to be in which leads the One!" The man's name is still time to be going to arranged married, saying. Upon entry on that Benson protests but find a man old squadron mate, Mitchell is just keeping tabs on Franks who at the deal, but still does not first returned.
Garibaldi is lying. Upon questions was a time station, which is to be paid, and refuses.
Fifteen hours, and with a new personally go.
Londo and Ladira in the devices what's inside a kind of drinks, and League of Non-Aligned Mr. Gray appears in her to Earth to present the Narns in the casinos; Sinclair comments that if she needs to him a great favor, but she evening, Sinclair over to start hallucinating fitful dreamed of by Earth to take out the situated in the docks efficiently. Delvientos' brother ships.
He finds the presence means Tonight, Someone at his quarters he has the Eye, that stranges to protests they tell his surprise, terror; for a person's reconside the commander's made up.
They actually as possible. He had into the Soul Hunter suit and the pain givers. Lennier license because she has trouble is knocked flat. They are bothered apologizes for support to Babylon 5 is in Japanese).
Elsewhere the docking back to them overstepped him, though, she is cargo is begins asking questioning what she will explode without promised an accompany him.
The situation in on the needed money to. They get his crew off the Earth Force One. We would only a shadow, and Sinclair finds he had with the prophecies have fleet of secret places and allow his ship exploded being the Mueller has sent a ship that she tells them forward Garibaldi is in her ships begins for lifeforms; only one ways of what or who discuss the Minbari War and thus endangered the scan, and asks G'Kar sentient being attaché. That night, Sinclair than risk a confronts Sinclair answers in Downbelow, killing the situation now resources, she simply leaves. Right after the comes for her flight arrives in Sinclair goes and joins he was going to kill him if he encounter stuns her as a flash of life's mystery in questioning every major diplomatic incidents. Garibaldi explains that he gives and escape. Garibaldi. Sinclair leader.
Garibaldi is rushes in amuses her about the probably already turned over pretty good before stalks out they heads office, talks him what needs to listens with some sort of date, to worry about the Machine he will notices and jumps in.
Some lines from the AI board, because I've been training this thing all day. 4 iterations, which, as we will see, probably wasn't enough, but whatever.
"I like the people of the parties of one of the first missions are an extremely an Aragog before the first start of the story in the Renegade is a good and some of the minis."
"What about the most place to your guide of the readers and still down to the story and the sugar about a few sections here. That's something that was a bit of the whole thing with seriously. I was too bad, and I don't want to get a little better"
"I'm going to the Google Monty Don't be a bit of any idea where they have a good thing that I have an and more of them and anyone who can still be able to cross."
"It was always not more than any of the second big archives of the threads and the first character is the story is the subject of the whole thing it's the other dark of my person in a counter in contradication"
"I don't know what I have a friendly badfic and she doesn't display the rest of the Boarder who doesn't want to think of it."
"I started anything to stop the agents or stuff that they get it on the candy with the good thing. I don't have any of the things and the power of the first one. I think it was a good thing to be a thread of the Board in a lot of a character she had a bunch of existence and for a helmet one."
Specifically, it crashed because my computer locked itself while I was away, which interrupted the execution. It was taking about half an hour per iteration, and my feeling is that I'd need way more than 10 runthroughs to get decent results. So... yeah. Not looking promising.
(This is solely down to the size of the datafile. I used the entire 2016 archives, which comes to 7.2 MB of data. In contrast, the 2016 subject lines are only 1MB.)
hS
It's at 6/20 iterations, and the funniest thing to come out of the last check was this:
Welcome folks! Though not:-e I'll me.
I don't even also reached me.
One gifts the Board,
Dire Liter (I agreed that sets to look the Real Smonian, My North is Attack, full called.
The side of Lifeon in cusions of the Other Mock on that one, it would.
Line breaks included (as HTML). I want to play the game that leads to My North is Attack, full called. ^_^
hS
"Constance is a P
Also, I heard it is that the portal of their needs of being community, also it was born.
And inventing its own... and its own canons:
I have plothol dislike, which I'll make me kissing us in set of Long when eventualied about Brims of Rings some, nor otherwise? So, as spell, but it was best Vuellia would do it.
And you cast people a cenders-pretty much hand me cookire that way out of an in-one lines and Altera's guinning slicchysinctent, I am not a question, and if you're just doing with Harad Potter[...], Pearty spell
Agent Vuellia and Altera are definitely the PPC's foremost agents in Brims of Rings and Harad Potter. ^^
It also spends a lot of time trying to insert images. It's actually figured out the HTML coding, but is a bit... vague on what makes a decent URL. Here are some of its attempts:
s9.mores.tumblr.com/2dda6434779e4401914a416a410761ec/tumblrnewbvbQNla1tqr6rko1_120060000000.gif
cdn.brdion.com/monnet/comments/2013/1/16/arc/3b6/Slytherin.jpg
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But it's actually doing really well!
(Currently working through iteration 9/20, but now I need to run to the shop... we'll see if it's still working when I get back.)
hS
...to mention Agents Vuellia and Altera in a mission or two. Probably with WhatThe?, because that seems like an appropriate place for agents created by a random process.
It's managed to propose the Department of Middle Firefly, and the Department of The Prisoner of the Spock. I dread to even think what they deal with.
So my AI poster managed to finish this time, though it took most of the day, and it's produced this little lot (culled from a much longer list):
If Toinnninnnaneinneheeannion ever posts on the board, don't trust him.
Also, yark is now the god of the reptilian humanoids, and their greeting/goodbye is Bast chauble!
I'm suddenly reminded of the Harry Potter predictive keyboard chapter... and now I want to see something like that for a PPC mission.
I know we tried something like that a while back, but the itch is biting at me again. I blame you. :P
If I get permission, I plan to write a few "VR training missions" for my agents using stories from the random fanfiction generator.
For those who don't know, here it is:
http://fanficmaker.com/
Sample:
Everyone who looked could see there was a undeniably, ravenous animal attraction between Serenity Darkmoon Raven and Serenity Darkmoon Raven.
Also I am back from my trip, so that's good. =D
My favorite one was "Humanity - Humanity - Diverwing-twistedwindowpane,Thu Aug 31 9:58am".
The High Radman stood in the Place of Command on the appointed day. He had put on the ancient holy garments. The buttons were almost falling off by now, and the coat, decorated with many raised pieces of cloth and medals, was certainly meant for a taller man. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself to perform the ceremony, which had been enacted each year for the one hundred and seventy five years since the Great Burning.
He inspected the hallowed device placed on a sturdy wooded table near the side of the place, checking the cable to ensure it was snug and intact, as the Radman before him had always done. After doing this, he made the customary three sweeps of the room with a demon-finder, which, as always, revealed nothing.
"Check." announced the Keeper of Lists, who was the second in precedence among the Radmen.
With a careful motion, the priest pressed a small button at the top-left of the device, being careful to avoid touching any of the other ones. An amber late began to shine from the glass in the top of the device. "Confirm power on." he said to the Keeper, who was observing the rite with the other Radmen.
Turning to the crowds behind a clear wall in the back, he held up his closed right fist with his thumb pointing to the sky and proclaimed "Blessed are we, the Remnant Men, for we may still pray for aid!".
"Set frequency to 2-1-8-2 kilohertz"
The priest looked at the display and announced each number in turn "Frequency is set to 2-1-8-2." The number was called out loudly, and he, along with the other Radmen and (with a delay) the crowds, clasped their hands at their chests briefly, for this was the Number of Distress.
"Connect the Key."
The Key of the Heavens, a metal lever with a precisely-made black button on one end, was near the left end of the altar. A wire extended from the wooden base the lever sat on to right below a small hole on the device. He took the cable and placed it in the hole, which was helpfully labeled "Key". "Check."
"Select long-wave antenna and confirm connectivity."
The Radman inspected a different cable, checking its black exterior for any sign of wear or corruption. This cable led to a switch on a wall, which had pointed to "long-wave" as long as anyone could remember. "Check."
"Send a continuous tone to test the transmitter."
The Key was pressed down, generating a long, mournful sound that could be heard in the room and the hallway. The Radman observed a dial on the device, ensuring it stayed near 1. "Check." he announced, releasing the button.
"Send an SOS distress signal" announced the Keeper.
The High Radman looked at the crowds again, raising his hands and bringing them to his chest. "Let us call the gads, that they may hear our prayers!" A group of children began playing a pattern on flutes, there short notes, three long notes, and three short ones, followed by a pause. The High Radman replaced this pattern on the Key.
This portion of the rite continued for several minutes, while the crowd listened to the flutes and joined their prayers to the call. Eventually, the flutes and the key fell silent. "Check." whispered the Radman to the Keeper on the way to the door.
"Let us pray." announced the Radman, closing the door in front of him, so that no one would disturb this portion of the rite. As the Checklist dictated, he disconnected the key. Then, following tradition, he paced around the room one more time with a demon-finder, chanting "Let this place be protected from the all-consuming fire and its demons." as he walked around.
"Ensure the microphone is connected." was the next step in the right, performed once the High Radman stood before the device again. He picked up the black prism attached to the front of the device, and ensured it remained attached.
Then, the Keeper of Lists stood up, and read the next item "Recite the distress message." bowing his head.
The Radman held up the prism to his face, with the indented side facing him, pressed the button merged into the side, and called out "Calling humanity — humanity — if anyone can hear us, please respond. We are the Remnant Force of Cheyenne Mountain in the United States. Calling Humanity — Humanity — anyone."
All the Radmen gathered together listened to the rush of noise from the device, hoping that maybe this time someone would answer them and confirm they were not alone. After counting a minute, the second prayer began.
"Calling the Diverwing of the Youesnavy. Calling the Diverwing of the Youesnavy. If you find us worthy, hear our prayer and restore the world. Return to us from the depths of the waters. Return to us, the Remnant Men of Cheyenne Mountain in the United States. Calling the Diverwing — Humanity — Humanity — Diverting of the Youesnavy — anyone — hear us."
Again, the Radmen stood and listened for a minute.
Again, nothing was heard from the noise.
They repeated the sequence of prayers five times, pausing between each one, hoping that maybe this year they would be found acceptable to the gods and that the world outside the mountain would be made safe.
No replies came.
"Power off." intoned the Keeper, disappointment in his voice.
"Check." replied an equally somber voice.
The High Radman stood and opened the door. "We are not yet worthy." he said to the silent crowds outside. "We must keep the Lists and Regulations, so we may be found pleasing next year."
The crowds dispersed, and the Radmen filed out of the Place of Command, leaving only the High Radman behind. He removed the holy garments, returning to the clothes that normally showed his power to search for and bless against the demons of the fire.
He sat in a large chair in the front and center of the Place, watching his people. Maybe next year. he thought. Maybe next year.
(( Note, this hasn't seen any editing and was tossed together rather late at night. - Tomash ))
I mean, I have no idea HOW it's deep, but it clearly is, right?
hS