A Dark Corridor

Jake narrowed his eyes, suddenly noticing a dark space beyond the door

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PROMPT: Dressed to the nines

Dressed to the nines, he slipped through a heavy wooden door, made his way down an alcove into a bright, woody hallway. The door opened again, and he walked down a long paneled hall, illuminated by a dark wooden desk. On the desk, rocking slightly as he stepped precariously to the end of the hallway, was a large glass vase. It looked so small from where he stood but perhaps there was something wrong with the size of the top of it. Frosted white, and covered in a thick white gloss, it looked like a piece of furniture left from a funeral home’s closet. Seeing the overlapping vase smack above the desk in his hands, Jake wondered what it contained. Maybe there was a combination security in all of these rooms that just wouldn’t let go of its own accord.

He trotted forwards, glancing between the doors with his flashlight. This hallway was decorated with dozens of doorways that wound back and forth in the lavish splendour of each hallway. In places, doors were set close together, but there were room after room that had been converted for use as office space.

Jake narrowed his eyes, suddenly noticing a dark space beyond the door. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward and pushed his way through the door, holding the torch at neck level in both hands before dancing forward, spreading the torch across the floor.

It was a small space, but he was relieved to find that it was a productive use of the vaulted room. Javons would have been unable to pulse their angst at any failure. A short corridor, with doors spaced at regular intervals, led to an array of doors. None of them were working. The walls were decorated with a wide range of artwork, most of which appeared to be full of animated artwork, although some of it, such as the panel art around the droopy-legged Doe, could have been any kind of tokenist notice.

Jake looked around cautiously, wary of breaking into a place he had no eyes, cautiously pushing forward until he felt a turn into an alley. He stepped into the alley, preparing to make sure that he was ready to move and quickly. A turn on the right side, onto what looked like a side street, and then another turn on the left. A crowd had gathered on the street to stare at him curiously. Jake smiled. This was going to be easier than he could have expected.

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my multi-temp script, and using my cyberpunk fiction model, which is a fine-tuning of gpt-2 774M at around 199,000 iterations currently. Chosen from among the other recently generated stories by me, a human.

Prompt

“Dressed to the nines”

Came from one of these places, which the script chose at random from a list of phrases:

Edits

No edits needed this time :)

Title

Title was human-derived by me from the generated text

Plagiarism Checked

Plagiarism checked with Plagiarism-Basic against the dataset for matches of 10 equal words

GPT-2 Settings
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  "length": 500,
  "top_k": 500,
  "top_p": 0.9,
  "truncate": "<|endoftext|>",
  "nsamples": 1,
  "batch_size": 1,
  "run_name": "model-cyberpunk-run1",
  "prefix": "Dressed to the nines",
  "temperature": 1.0
}