feels like a late summer night when everything around you has quieted down, it's closing time or the fire's burned to embers, and you find yourself locked in with one person and starting to dream a little
Everything is so still and quiet and beautiful, you’re all alone with your thoughts, and the cold wind on your face is like a soft whisper…
absolutely magical
everything AI knows it learns from the information it has access too. so if it has access to the stuff we put online...and like every depiction of AI in media is that it becomes "sentient" and evil...maybe it will think it's supposed to be evil. like it's gathering inspo.
