The real Turing Test of this AI was to get it accepted to a literary journal, which was accomplished — this poetry was successfully accepted into a literary journal at a prestigious university. The story is below and the code is at the bottom for those who want to make their own!
What do you think of the following poem?
Orange Light I conduct myself in a windy manner because I am drunk and enchanted in this field. The oxygen around my head is rabid and filled with orange light like a equinoctial tiger to its flesh. My heart moves violently on this neon ship.
I promise as I were a rotting ghost forced half open in love in front of the gray agony of the darkness and decaying droplets of acidulous gold.
I reply, only fear and geology are the leaves of belligerence.
I’d do it for the geology and I’d do it for the fear of your response.
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