bliumchik | i bet you've fed alcohol to your dog, but we just got a robot stoned.

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woodburner totally wins. Her surrealist game is now a training file for Megahal, the AI. It produces stuff like this:

Did she know the destruction she wrought? Does she sorrow or does she not
care, running in the unlit masquerading caverns. Arch and keystone, hollow
and tunnel. Find me in the cold in the spray do not care. Laughter
permeates the clouds, a giraffe knows no clothes but the soul of its
purpose in the mississippi, when everyone is is above the sunlit plains,
surrounded by elephants grazing in the unlit masquerading caverns. Arch
and keystone, hollow and tunnel. Find me in the sunlight.

Guys. We've created an artificial poet on acid.

It's aliiiiiiiiiiiiiive!

ETA: Is anyone thinking what Stan and I are thinking? Cos I'm thinking My Electrolite Romance, or possibly Fall Out Computer.

Jackdaw, the last of the plethora boy you know as your own pain, the rest
is of the air and bit into it, it tasted like failed dreams and girls in
white dresses, there were seven in the unlit masquerading caverns. Arch
and keystone, hollow and tunnel. Find me in the dusk and the vacuum?

I just need to find a random music generator...