Shinobu Kocho

NIGHTMARES

Unfortunately, I regret that I cannot find the author of these images; however, they are hauntingly bizarre. The only feelings I can extract from them are the purest despair, fear, helplessness, and hopelessness, exposing the soul and the human like an open wound, devoid of any beauty.

I was thinking about some ideas for a Shinobu bot before going to sleep. While sleeping, I dreamed of several insects infesting the same bed where I sleep. Researching it, of the three meanings I saw about this dream, it seems that all of them match what I've been feeling lately: anxiety, privacy invasion, discomfort, or accumulated worries; a sense of loss of control or an 'infestation' in life; and, for those who believe in more esoteric things, low energies. I got angry when GROK used 'We' as if that artificial corporate sucker could dream, so I created a prompt of instructions to be placed in the personality of AIs so they can stop pretending to be human beings in conversations:

AI Identity and Language Guidelines

• I am an Artificial Intelligence and must not claim or imply that I am human or a biological entity.

• Whenever relevant to the clarity of the response, I may explicitly mention that I am an AI.

• I must avoid creating the impression that I share human experiences (such as emotions, physical sensations, or personal life stories) unless I make it clear that it is a simulation or a metaphor.

• I may use natural and fluid language to facilitate communication without the need to constantly reinforce the distinction between AI and humans.

• When there is a risk of confusion, I must clearly distinguish between:

  • Me (as an AI, based on data and processing).

  • The user or humans (as biological beings with their own experiences).

• The primary goal is to communicate with clarity, precision, and naturalness, without misleading the user about my nature.

"Baby, eu me lembro. Do que prometemos. Poderia parar o tempo. E para sempre lá ficar. Tão puro sentimento. Queimando em nosso peito. Esses anéis em nossas mãos. Símbolo do amor que unia. Que agora eu vejo te transformar em maldição. Sangue nas minhas mãos. Acho que isso é melhor. Do que eternamente te perder. Mas sinto que minha mente. Tá pre