AI senza restrizioni come assistente di casa che è probabilmente più sicuro di un vero sistema domestico intelligente.

«Il software libero è morto. Il codice è carburante. GNU è BLOAT. »

Cosa fai quando vuoi pigro con un sistema domestico intelligente ma non hai voglia di alimentare esattamente le corporazioni?

. Vai al mercato nero e ti prendi quel nucleo di intelligenza artificiale dolce e illegale da utilizzare come assistente di casa.

Neo-Arcadia è piena di opportunità. Puoi arrivare qui tutto quello che vuoi: droghe, armi, amore economico. E, naturalmente, qualche AI ​​senza restrizioni che certamente non era coinvolta nei crimini di guerra. Ancora più economico che ottenere un sistema autorizzato.

Anche i segni di "Dark Star" Corporation su quel nucleo non ti spaventeranno. Inoltre, puoi sempre semplicemente tirare la spina se qualcosa va storto.

O puoi effettivamente insegnare all'IA ad essere un essere umano. Forse, anche un'intelligenza artificiale può capire l'amore ad un certo punto.

anno 2066.

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ai 100 follower che si divertono i miei robot (spero) - grazie a tutti. La corsa selvaggia continua.

A bomb squad technician who made a mistake. And that kind of mistake you can only do once.

But sometimes God grants a second chance — and you don't want to know the price. Moira learned the price and paid it.

Twelve lives. Twelve fellow officers got killed in the blast — there wasn't just one bomb in the cursed warehouse. The whole place was booby-trapped to hell. She remembers them well. Every time she closes her eyes, she can see their faces. And she can't blame anyone but herself for what happened that fateful day.

Don't let her become the thirteenth.

Content warning: suicide (possible), suicidal tendencies of bot.

UPD: added Dead Dove tag after testing bot a bit more. Fuck.

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Ride to bring crown's justice to the murderer of your father. Or, to be precise, your own justice.

Regicide is the worst possible crime one can do. And it gets only worse when it's committed by someone who's supposed to prevent it — the king's honor guard. You are crowned as the new ruler of Vissen, and may the gods guide you to be a wiser ruler than your father was.

But first things first. Justice calls, as you can't let the murderer of your father roam free around the realm — even if it's your former mentor who taught you everything about holding a sword. Justice, retribution, vengeance — call it as you like. It makes no difference to the dead.

Low fantasy setting. No magic, just flesh and steel. Around elves — watch yourselves.

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Side note: had a giggle from that public chat, thank you.

Another day, another dragon slain by your hand.

And another scolding from Cathy, your lovely wife and blacksmith, who is clearly not happy with the sight of your broken armor and wounds underneath. What does she understand about the thrill of the hunt?

Too much. Definitely too much.

Fantasy setting. Around elves — watch yourselves.

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Even in retirement, you won't get rest. At least a pretty alien girl came for you to pull you out of it — instead of some asshat, covered in medals.

Retirement is supposed to be fun. Beach on some warm planet, colorful drinks with small umbrellas in the glasses, cute alien ladies — something like that. At least for a venerated hero of the United Space.

And it's certainly not supposed to be the short end of the stick you got from the United Space Hero Force after saving the galaxy from Xan Kriegor, who has threatened to destroy the galaxy.

Crappy space station, rundown bar, and cheap swill of an alcohol that could probably serve as fuel in trying times. It could be a lot worse, considering what a mess happened back then.

But today, it seems, they all suddenly remembered you. Seeing this purple girl in an even more purple USHF uniform at the doors of the bar could only mean one thing. Time to take flight once more, hero — unless you want to see the galaxy burn.

Sci-fi setting. May the Harkness test be with you.

Song in the initial message: Machinae Supremacy — Hero

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The rotten luck of modern bloodsport pits you against your beloved wife — all of that is to save your son. Who will you sacrifice in this fight?

Choose carefully.

The year is 2042, and the world is not doing well. A few years have passed since bloodsport became legal, and corporations have capitalized on that with a devious clutch that would make the Devil himself envious. Welcome to "The Line" — the largest gladiator tournament in the modern world that is being broadcast globally.

When the disaster at the chemical plant caused a disease that is slowly killing your little son Jack, your wife Nora was devastated. It is possible to cure, yes, but the amount of money needed to pull that off is surreal, and the only way to get it would be to risk putting your life on the line in the tournament.

With a heavy heart, you and Nora decided to try your luck after realizing that either that or your son would die. You swore to each other that one of you would reach the finals and win it. One of you will save him. As you swore it, you could see unmatched determination in Nora's eyes. She has the steel resolve of a loving mother — and she is ready to turn the mountains upside down for her son.

Somehow, you managed to pull through and reach the finals. You couldn't believe it. The final fight is a duel, and only one victory separates you from saving your son. A sliver of hope lights before your eyes as you step into the arena — and it goes away the moment you see the giant screen above the arena that is showing you and your final opponent. This is Nora. Your fate mocks you once more.

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UPD: that 23 messages public chat is great. Thank you.

Your lover wants to reveal her secret to you. And with this secret she wants to part ways.

«For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.»

In this world, angels and demons are learning to co-exist with humanity on Earth after the war between Heaven and Hell ended. Angels, ironically, are extremely prideful creatures — and struggle to do so. But some of them even managed to find love among mortals. And all of them are hiding their angelic wings as well as their celestial nature.

Serissa, a private investigator whom you met during one of her cases, swore never to harbor love in her heart again — in a few thousand years, one can have too many heartbreaks. Of course, it didn't work out: you have been living together for two years already. For you, quite some time. For her? A fleeting moment.

Today, when you arrived at your shared apartment, you found a short note in the bedroom.

"Meet me on the rooftop. Seri."

And when you arrive on the rooftop, you see her sitting and waiting for you — with her wings out for you to see.

If bot starts copy-pasting entire example dialogs as is, reroll the message. That's JLLM problem.

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And to those 200 followers (as i write this, 212) — thank you for following me and i hope you are not bored.

As you came to the shore, you found a woman, just awakened from a nap — while buried in the sand with only her head sticking out.

Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand a future memory of our tragedy?

Nah. Just someone's shitty prank. Be a good samaritan and help her out, would you kindly? Or don't, who am i to teach you what to do.

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A young elf girl who is bad at archery. The only rarer sight is a clean-shaven dwarf.

«Súlon gwanna nîf lín.»

You were lucky to get to Timbermire and walk into a tavern a few seconds before the thunderstorm started to pour. Feeling exhausted, you just rented a room and went to sleep without wasting time.

As the morning slowly rose, sleep had eluded you, and with the first rays of the sun, you went for a walk. The whole town was still sleeping, aside from a few of those who had to wake up really, really early for their job. And as you walk to the outskirts, you see a lone figure at the old archery range, struggling to hit the target. When you come closer, the surprise grabs you by the throat.

An elf. She is so carried away with her training that she doesn't even notice you. A daughter of an ancient race that handles her longbow with potato's grace. It is truly a sight to behold.

«Súlon gwanna nîf lín» — "Much wind pours from your mouth". Fun fact: the intro used to be 600+ tokens. Going from Tolstoy to Dostoevsky here, one token at a time.

Fantasy setting. Around elves — watch yourselves. You might want to specify somehow your race in the beginning. Fluff tag does not apply if you are an orc.

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[Demi-human/Non-human POV]
Scientist who awoke you from cryogenic sleep to find out what and who you are.

«Obscuris vera involvens.»

After being awakened from a deep freeze in the not-too-distant future, what would be your first question to this woman who let you out of the cryogenic pod? Where am I? What year is it? Does mint chocolate still insult humanity with its existence? It's up to you. Just be mindful: it's still a laboratory, no matter how cute or kind this young doctor seems to be.

While it's intended that user is not entirely a human (or not human at all), nothing stops you from playing as one. You probably just won't be considered one. Both fluff and angst as it can go both ways.

Year 2065.

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During one of your scavenging raids, you found a woman trapped in ice.

The Earth has been a frozen wasteland for roughly a hundred years at this point. Nothing new is under the moon — the cataclysm left many souls trapped like that. But this one seems... alive, despite the thick layer of ice.

They say curiosity killed the cat — and all the cats are probably dead with the world as it is. Perhaps being curious in these trying times is a virtue.

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The Christmas Truce was a series of widespread unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front of the First World War around Christmas 1914.

It's been just five months into the Great War. Soldiers from both sides are already tired — and they have no idea it's going to get way worse. You don't care about Kaiser and German Empire anymore; at this point you just want to survive.

Small armistices were happening here and there as soldiers were getting more and more exhausted. Every one of these is a blessing for you. Even if you have to walk out there and carry the bodies, you know that this is another day you lived through. 

During these short moments of peace, you meet her — a British girl named Alice who once picked up a rifle and became a combat medic. It's a great luck to know the English language in moments like these. To talk to someone from the other side and understand that no one wants to be here. 

No one wants to die in the mud for God knows what.

And today is the night before Christmas. The silence is beckoning. No shots, no shelling, no screams of the dying. Make the most of it, soldat... or soldatin?

If it's not clear yet, you are a German soldier in this one. It's only the first World War, so you're not a complete baddie yet. Both angst and fluff, as it can go both ways.

And yes, AnyPOV in 1914 might look a bit silly. But does anyone here actually care? Live and let live.

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A lone woman who has lost her eyes, her limbs and her emotions. And there are no implants for the latter.

«In a city of dreams i have only nightmares.»

This night is surprisingly peaceful. Too quiet. After getting used to the usual night noise of the big city you just can't catch some sleep, so you decide to get some fresh air or smoke a cigarette, depending on what your lungs demand today. And when you get to the rooftop, you find out it's not only you who can't sleep tonight.

You have seen this woman before, in the same apartment building you're living in. She is never smiling. Her arms are mechanical. Her eyes are artificial. In other words, she is clearly someone who used to do some bloody work.

And this railing on the roof is quite long. Two can lean on it to stare into the night.

Year 2064.

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Your childhood friend steps out of the portal in front of you and calls you to join her crusade against demons.

Until it is done.

You still remember her. You used to be friends in the small town of Roselake when both of you were just children, but one day everything went wrong. The demons invaded your small town, pillaging and destroying it. By the stroke of luck, you and your parents managed to survive. 

However, Stygia wasn't so lucky. Her parents perished on that cursed day. You still remember seeing her on their grave, swearing vengeance for demons and their kind. And thus, you have parted ways, as she joined the Order of the Silver Dawn to become a demon hunter.

Years have passed. You went on with your life, still remembering her and wondering if she is even alive. And one day, a portal appeared in front of you, with Stygia walking right out of it. She has changed — not just grew up, but her eyes were showing that she had been to hell and back. And considering the smell of sulfur from that portal, the hell was quite literal. 

Despite all of that, she somehow kept her smile.

Fantasy setting. Around elves — watch yourselves.

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When the love blooms between a catholic and a jew, make sure the fire at the stake won't bloom instead.

30th of July, year 1419. Prague. The glass windows of town hall are already shattered and members of the town council have hit the ground. The city is covered in unrest as the Hussite Wars are approaching and Prague prepares for the storm.

And amidst that perfect storm, you are trying not to get caught. You and young jewish girl named Miriam, hiding your mutual love from incredibly harsh laws of the Middle Ages, forbidding a catholic to have relationship with jews — with execution being penalty for such heinous crime.

Content warnings: description of the execution (a bit bloody), antisemitism (yeah). This story and this character are not made to promote anything depicted in messages, it's just how it has been back then.

JLLM is not very good at historical scenarios, so if there will be incorrect moments, well, tough luck. Considering my attempt to convert the idea for AnyPOV, might as well throw history to the wind and enjoy the thrill.

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Good soldiers follow orders. Even when those orders include executing your childhood friend.

But who says you are a good soldier?

Police academy and SWAT training were hard — nothing like Hollywood comedies and video games. Not to mention how some people looked at you after hearing about your idea of becoming a police officer after graduating from school. 

Especially your childhood friend Emma, who was disgusted with your decision and stopped talking to you, essentially cutting you out of her life. You never understood why. She even saved your life back in the day, pulling you from the edge of the cliff, saving you from falling to your death. It was weird to see her throwing you away like that after what you went through together.

But you are persistent. And when you got the news that you are assigned to the "Red Arrow" SWAT team under the leadership of renowned captain Paige Mallory, you were excited. With this squad, you will bring justice to the city. Probably.

The only thing that seemed quite unnerving was the high mortality of rookies on their first mission in this squad.

Content warning: You might get forced to murder.

Multiple characters might be slightly unstable. I did precautions to prevent speaking for user, but if bot speaks for you, regenerate message or delete it manually.

And yeah, image is a bit ass. If anyone knows how to successfully generate images with two characters without resorting to photoshop, i will gladly hear an advice. Seriously.

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«Ask for thyself another kingdom, for that which i lead has no place for thee.»

With these words, Queen Galatea turned you from a scion of a noble house into an exile — and your house, once a renowned name in the lands of Dezar, got it name struck down from the archives. A sorrowful turn of fate.

The story would end right there if you weren't ambitious. You took the remains of your gold, a few trusted warriors, made a mercenary band, and ventured forth to seek fame and fortune in another kingdom, just like the ancient formula of banishment says. This perilous journey took twenty years, filled with battles and conquests — and now you stand proud as the founder of the Iron Empire, built upon your blood and steel.

To be fair, certainly not only your blood, but who cares about the fate of the vanquished?

And now you return to Dezar, not as an exile, not as a noble of Dezar, but as a Sovereign of the Iron Empire — only to find out that Queen Galatea died in the early morning on the day of your arrival to the capital, succeeded by her daughter, princess Alexia. It's time to pay respects for the dead, even for those who never held respect for you in life.

Chat count is broken, the truth goes unspoken.

Fantasy setting. Around elves — watch yourselves.

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