Subject: Department of Mad Bots
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Posted on: 2017-12-14 20:21:00 UTC
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So, how does this work?
I combined everything I ever wrote for my agents (except badfic games contributions) into one plain text file and uploaded this to the Botnik predictive keyboard. Botnik then suggested eighteen words, arranged in a 3x6 matrix. Since one of the words was "androia", I clicked on it and the predictive keyboard typed "Androia" and suggested another bunch of eighteen words. I selected a verb – "looked" (second column, second row) – and the predictive keyboard typed "Androia looked" and suggested yet another bunch of eighteen words.
I then tried to go fully automatic, clicking on the same (second column, second row) again and again to add more words, only deleting words and shuffling to get new suggestions when it started to become repetitive. The result may imply, that
- my PPC writing isn't very consistent, so the predictive keyboard couldn't predict how I would continue
- there wasn't enough of my original text to work with
- producing something coherent involves much more human interaction, like selecting words that actually make sense, but I don't have the time to do that.
My favourite part of "Harry Potter and the Portrait of what Looked Like a Large Pile of Ash" is this sequence:
Ron threw a wand at Voldemort and everyone applauded. [What?] Ron smiled. Ron reached for his wand slowly. [Oh, the other one wasn't his wand.]
"Ron's the handsome one," muttered Harry as he reluctantly reached for his. [I feel like I sholud remember from which book and chapter "the handsome one" comes, but I can't.] They cast a spell or two, and jets of green light shot out of the Death Eater's heads. Ron flinched. [Why?]
"Not so handsome now," thought Harry as he dipped Hermione in hot sauce. [I like my Hermione with hot sauce.] The Death Eaters were dead now, and Harry was hungrier than he had ever been. [Well, that's anticlimactic.]
HG, wondering how many of the fics in the pit are actually written by bots.