Do not call me, father, do not seek me,
Do not call me, do not wish me back.
We’re on a route uncharted, fire and blood erase our tracks.
On we fly, on wings of thunder, never more to sheath our swords.
All of us in battle fallen, not to be brought back by words.
Will there be a rendezvous? I know not.
I only know we still must fight.
We are sand grains in infinity, never to meet,never more see light.
Farewell then my son. Farewell then my conscience.
My youth and my solace my one and my only.
And let this farewell be the end of a story,
Of solitude vast and which none is more lonely.
In which you remain,barred forever and ever,
From light and from air,with your death pangs untold.
Untold and unsoothed, not to be resurrected.
Forever and ever, an 18 year old.
Farewell then, no trains ever come from those regions
Unscheduled or scheduled, no aeroplanes fly there.
Farewell then my son, for no miracles happen,
As in this world dreams do not come true.
Farewell…
I will dream of you still as a baby,
Treading the earth with little strong toes,
The earth where already so many lie buried.
This song to my son, is come to its close.
I find Opus 4.6 tends to get a bit short with me if I keep asking for confirmation. It will end up giving me responses like "yes, so go do it". Which is a stark contrast to Anthropic LLMs previous behaviours of endlessly glazing me.
And it did end up helping me make a nice chicken dinner the other day, so thanks AI.
Now Windows 11 also pops up a scary security notification saying Windows Security found a problem, then when you click on it it tells you that you're not using OneDrive and you should turn that on immediately.
It's pre-ChatGPT, so people actually wrote all this out (they are reddit posts disguised as books)
https://fliphtml5.com/bookcase/kosyg
Also an fun long form video for anyone interested
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pYeoZaoWrA