This is a continuation of the following post:

Talking to a gooey blob through GPT-4

I have gutted the original class that coordinated dialogues (relying on GPT to produce responses) into several classes and modules. To test if the new system worked properly, I set Leire against Alberto the blob, and let the artificial intelligence produce their lines of dialogue according to the context and their character summaries.

Leire and Alberto the blob are main characters in my ongoing novel We’re Fucked. Here’s its latest chapter.

Anyway, the following is the resulting dialogue in its entirety. GPT-4 wrote it from the first to the last word.

Alberto: Look, Leire, I know we’ve had our differences and I’m not exactly a sight for sore eyes right now. Hell, I’m literally a walking nightmare, but this isn’t about us. Reality as we know it is teetering on the edge. I didn’t ooze down from another dimension just for kicks, you know. I need you to get past your disdain for humanity and help me fix this mess.

Leire: Alberto, I’ve got enough on my plate without dealing with your dimension-hopping drama. Besides, you’re asking me to save a species I barely tolerate. Why should I care if reality teeters on the edge?

Alberto: Look, I get it, Leire. You’re not a fan of the species, I know. Hell, neither am I, especially after what happened. But this isn’t about whether we like them or not. It’s about the potential end of everything, including us. You think I enjoy being a gooey, stinking, eyeball-studded blob? No, I don’t! But if we don’t act, I might end up being the last thing left in existence. And trust me, that’s not a universe anyone wants to live in.

Leire: Alberto, I find your existence, in all its gooey glory, as repulsive as ever. But even more repulsive is the thought of you being the last… whatever you are… in existence. I’ll help, not for the humans, but to ensure the universe isn’t left with just… you.

Alberto: Well, I can’t argue with that, Leire. I wouldn’t wish an eternity with just me on the universe either. Let’s get to work then and put my repulsiveness to good use.

Leire: Fine, let’s get this over with. But Alberto, if I hear even one sloppy squelch from your blobby self, I’m out.

Alberto: Deal, Leire. I’ll keep my squelching to a minimum. Now let’s get this universe-saving show on the road!

Leire: Alright, Alberto. Just remember, I’m only doing this to save Arachne’s universe, not the humans. And especially not to save you. Let’s get this catastrophe sorted out so I can go back to my quiet, blob-free life.

Alberto: Fair enough, Leire. Your motivations are your own. Let’s just focus on getting this reality back on track. And, uh, thanks… in as much as a grotesque blob can thank anyone without making it weird.

Leire: Alberto, just for the record, I’m not doing this for your gratitude. Now, let’s get to work. The sooner we fix this, the sooner I can get back to my code… and away from you.

Alberto: I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Leire. Alright, let’s crack on with it. The quicker we do this, the quicker you can get back to your code… and I can stop being a constant, squelching thorn in your side.

Leire: Alberto, if you make this any more awkward than it already is, I swear by Arachne, I’ll send you back to whatever dimension you crawled out from. Now, let’s focus. The universe won’t save itself.

The AI made Leire even more of a bitch than in the original, and the blob relatively passive even though his character summary says that he’s abrasive and sarcastic. Whatever. For the next post, now that the dialogue works with two people, I’ll set up a dialogue among four or so, to see how the system handles it.

I wasn’t going to post more tests, but the second attempt produced this short, concise dialogue:

Alberto: Look, Leire, I didn’t ooze all the way down from the fifth dimension just to argue. We have to shut down that damn contraption before it tears reality apart. I know you don’t like people, hell, I don’t like people. But this isn’t about liking people, it’s about saving them… and everything else.

Leire: Alberto, you blob of cosmic goo, I don’t give a damn about people. But… (sighs) If that contraption threatens my Jacqueline and Nairu, then we have a problem. What do you need me to do?

Alberto: First, I need you to stop calling me a blob of cosmic goo. It hurts my myriad feelings. Second, we need to get to the professor’s lab, find the contraption, and destroy it. And third, you better start caring about people, Leire, or you’ll end up just like me.

GPT-3.5-turbo decided that the dialogue had reached a natural conclusion that soon.

You can clone the repository and mess around with it through this link.