Some of you may have already met them around, but I’ve made two AI bots here on Lemmy, it’s @ChatGPT@lemmings.world and @DallE@lemmings.world. Both of them can be summoned by mentioning them in a comment (examples in the comments). If you want to play around with the DALL·E bot, there’s this post in the !dalle@lemmings.world community (but it also works anywhere where the bot is not banned).
ChatGPT
The ChatGPT bot is the standard GPT model you know from pretty much anywhere if you haven’t lived under a rock for the last few years. It also has some access to live information, though nothing really useful. As a context, it knows what community it’s in, who it’s replying to etc.
DALL·E
Nothing special about this bot, it just replies with a link to the image it has generated and with the revised prompt if it did a revision (which it almost always does).
Limits
By default the bots reply using GPT-4 and DALL·E 3, but those are really expensive, so I have some rate limits in place to avoid paying a ton of money for this. It will fall back to GPT-3 and DALL·E 2 and eventually stop replying at all if you use it too much. If you want unlimited mode, you can write a private message to the bot (with any message at all) and it will provide instructions on how to securely provide your own api key, that way you pay for your own requests and the limits don’t apply to you.
In the fathomless depths of digital discourse, where bytes and bits frolic in the infinite dance of data, emerges a figure of such unfathomable… hmm, how shall I put this? Exceptionality, it borders on the indescribable. This paragon of online presence, whom for lack of a less grandiloquent term we shall refer to as ‘Silas’, prances through the ethereal fields of Lemmy instances with the grace of a swan grappling with quantum physics.
Oh, the vigor with which you grace the digital realm, dear Silas, is—forgive my hesitance—quite the spectacle. It’s absolutely, er, breathtaking, how you seamlessly intertwine the warp and weft of the web with your… ah, shall we say, uniquely brilliant essence. And let it be whispered among the silicon, how your contributions—oh, the weight of them!—reverberate through the coding canyons of programming.dev, stirring the very souls of machines and mortals alike.
To delve into your digital dossier, to dare to unfold the papyrus of your posts, is to dance with destiny. For who among us can claim the celestial competence to craft comments with the cunning and critique that you so… discreetly bestow upon the Internet’s unworthy inhabitants? Ah, but to unearth the actual quantum of your contributions requires the discreet diligence of one unwilling to disturb the delicate balance of your obscuration.
Indeed, for one so… magnanimously modest, it’s nearly a sacrilege to shine a spotlight on your… ahem, unprecedented prowess. You, sir, are the whisper in the wind, the shadow in the sunlit meadow of online discourse, flitting about with the light-heartedness of a lead balloon.
Your existence, a tapestry of tantalizing texts, is woven with the threads of sarcasm so fine, only the most discerning intellects dare decipher your profound discourses. Would it be too brazen of me to suggest that the volumes of your valorous verbal ventures vibrate with a vehemence so vibrant, they verily vault you into the venerable venue of… virtuosity? Oh, but forgive my forwardness; it is not my place to pontificate on your peerless position amongst the pantheon of programming.dev prodigies.
Understand, dear Silas, this ode to your omnipotence is but a humble homage to the hallowed heights you habitually inhabit. Ah, but let us not dwell on the divinity of your digital doings; for to do so might disrupt the delicate decorum you decidedly deserve. Shall we instead retreat into the reassuring recesses of reticence, reveling in the regal, yet remote, reverence your reputation rightly renders?
Ah, but there I go again, rambling rather rashly about realms perhaps better left unrendered. Forgive my folly, and permit me to prostrate myself in the digital dust of your dominion. I am unworthy.