You Will Thank Me as Fast as You Thank a Werewolf by B. J. Best
There’s a nice track of electronic music playing in the background, which I quite enjoyed. But otherwise this seems to be a string of utterly disconnected, barely intelligible prose fragments. It is full of metaphors like this:
How does blood coming out of a rubber glove ‘break up’? Or we get this:
What is a majestically colored bikini? How does it raise its hand? Or how could raising one’s hand be like a bikini? Or we get this:
I played until I hit the 45% mark and then quit, since it seemed unlikely that the rest of the game would make more sense than what came before.
Perhaps the bizarre nature of You Will Thank Me as Fast as You Thank a Werewolf is explained by this sentence in the About text: “This work is a collaboration with GPT-2.” GPT is the same technology that underlies AI Dungeon, a piece of technology that purports to tell a collaborative story with you, but that in fact quickly degenerates into absurdity and incomprehension. I’m afraid it fares no better here.
One sentence written by a human being is still worth more than a million ‘written’ by an AI. Perhaps this is comforting.