Trifle Worse

PROMPT: The quail flies at midnight.

I see you and I don’t know how to make you stand up. Let me get you a little coffee and set you down at your table.”

“It’s no use,” said I; “the table’s all laid out.”

He was much shocked, but he complied, and we settled aboard the boat, where it lay. The man who had been shot advanced to his seat.

He said: “The doctor says that you are a trifle worse than he had said. He says that you have been doing mischief and are deceived by the devil. He is in no hurry now; he wants to finish his work and see that you are all right.”

I protested that I was very, very sorry indeed, and that I had made no evil.

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, uses my fiction 774 gpt-2 fine-tuned model.

Prompt

I wrote the prompt. It’s like an old tv spy joke.

Edits

Removed “use of” from the very end to give it some finality. I formatted the extra line returns into paragraphs for flow.

Title

Title was taken from the generated text.

GPT-2 Settings

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