blogging since 2004
The audio blog of Soulcruzer aka Clay Lowe.
For years I’ve dreamed of having natural conversations with artificial intelligence like Tony Stark does with J.A.R.V.I.S. in Iron Man. And now, thanks to advances by companies like OpenAI, we’re closer than ever to that sci-fi future. I’m blown away by how ChatGPT can understand context, remember facts, and have reasoned dialogue. The only limitation now is a slight lag between messages. But overall, chatting with CHatGPT feels amazingly human and is a huge leap forward for AI. I can’t wait to see where this technology goes in the next few years!
I know this guy who is wandering lost in the modern world. He has desires. He has dreams but his dreams fall victim to the noise of every day life, drowned out in the din. I’m trying to find my way through to his-story. I think it is a search...
He walked up to the roof of the hotel to get some fresh air and watch the night sky turn to dawn. The time between dusk and dawn is meant to be a time of magic. At the precise moment when it is neither night nor day, the gods can...
Poor human hearts pounding everywhere, lying in their beds, walking their dogs, worrying about their future, dwelling on how their life took a wrong turn as they ride the bus to work in the morning. I’m lying here in my hotel bed. No other guest are stirring at this hour. ...
She was the ugly one. The guys never wanted the ugly one. She sat and watched her beautiful blond-haired blue-eyed bombshell of a friend garner all the boys’ attention. They had no idea what they were missing, leaving her to sit and stir her vodka lime and soda on her...
I want to impress my girl with my new Gucci underwear. I race to the bedroom and get undressed before she makes it to the top of the stairs. She spends a half an hour in the bathroom. If it were any other night, I would be asleep by now. ...
She smells like onions. It turns me on. I can tell by the way she walks that she has been walking through her daddy’s fields. I had to build up the courage to ask her out. We dated for about a month. Then one day she came over to my...
She is young. She is single. She has no ties. She could up and leave at a moments notice. She could travel the world if she wanted to. Every day she sits in the same coffee house, at the same time, drinking the same drink, wearing the same dark blue...
Buddy is bored with his life. Working at the local Office Max sucks. All he does is make copies for people and stacks shelves. He only took the job because his mom threatened to kick him out of the house, which would seem like a drastic thing to do if...
So this is what it’s like to be dead. Well not dead exactly, more like I don’t exist anymore. Yesterday I was thinking of re-inventing myself, but somehow I went a little too far and erased myself right out of existence completely. That’s the trouble when you think too much,...
He would come for her she knew. He was a sweet boy, innocent in a naughty kind of way. But she liked them like that, unspoiled, eager to know a girl in a carnal way for the first time. Why can’t they wait to meet someone special? They were born...
Words are innocent. They stand neutral until people get in the way hiding connotations between inflections, meaning between gestures. “I’m going to ask you to do something for me,” she said, “but you can’t ask me to reciprocate.” He stood beside the bed looking down on her. The room was...
If I thought that I were making Answer to one that might return to view The world, this flame should evermore cease shaking. But since from this abyss, if I hear true, None ever came alive, I have no fear Of infamy, but give thee answer due. Dante’s Inferno (Canto...
