I love the idea, but I wish the sentences were capitalized and the dashes were fixed. I think the spaces between dashed elements need to be removed. Right now, I see things like "cyber- neon" or "bomb- ware".
Love the idea, I immediately went to grok (testing for work) and asked it to give me a few placeholder paragraphs in WG's style:
"The street pulsed with a neon hum, data streams threading through the air like ghost veins in a concrete jungle. Holographic hawkers flickered at the edges of vision, their pitches fragmented by the static of black-market neural rigs. She moved through the crowd, her optic implants slicing through the visual noise, parsing faces for tells of corporate loyalty or freelance desperation. Every step was a negotiation with the city's rhythm, a dance of survival where the wrong move could flatline you in a datastream dead-end.
In the shadow of a megacorp tower, its glass skin reflecting a fractured sky, the air smelled of ozone and recycled dreams. He jacked into a public terminal, his fingers dancing over a haptic deck scarred with use, pulling fragments of encrypted chatter from the dark pools of the net. The data was alive, slippery, coded in dialects of machine and man, whispering secrets of a deal gone sour in some offshore server farm. Trust was a currency nobody carried anymore, not when every connection could be a trojan horse.
She crouched in the alley, her smartcoat shimmering to match the graffiti-smeared wall behind her. The drone overhead was a cheap model, its sensors blind to her cloaking, but she didn’t trust it to stay that way. Tech evolved fast here, and yesterday’s edge was tomorrow’s obsolescence. Her neural feed buzzed with alerts—proximity warnings, encrypted pings from a contact she hadn’t seen since the Osaka run. The city didn’t sleep, and neither did its ghosts, their voices woven into the code that kept this sprawl alive."
It's even more funny if you make a sort of Chinese whispers by asking to repeat it in some other writer' style. Eg try to start with Gibson and end with Dostoevsky, it's marvelous.
I think the next step up from a markov chain is throwing the results into https://github.com/languagetool-org/languagetool and checking for grammatical correctness, and retrying each sentence until valid.
LLM's have us spoiled. I'd like to see the ouput of something like nanogpt [1] trained on a Gibson corpus. Seems like a lot better looking result should be easy to achieve today.
Ah this takes me back. It felt as thought the early 2010s were replete with ipsum generators (https://hipsum.co/ was always fun), and they were really handy when coding up a PSD design.
Not really sure if it’s just me, but I don’t really reach for them in my work anymore. Not sure if it’s because everything used to be a blog and now everything is an app, lower information density, or that content is less likely to be text.
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In a similar vein, there's DeLorean Ipsum, which I often use for fake text when mocking up UI: https://satoristudio.net/delorean-ipsum/
Not sure if my execrations have enough umph to propel a stainless steel-clothed automobile to 88mph.
"The street pulsed with a neon hum, data streams threading through the air like ghost veins in a concrete jungle. Holographic hawkers flickered at the edges of vision, their pitches fragmented by the static of black-market neural rigs. She moved through the crowd, her optic implants slicing through the visual noise, parsing faces for tells of corporate loyalty or freelance desperation. Every step was a negotiation with the city's rhythm, a dance of survival where the wrong move could flatline you in a datastream dead-end.
In the shadow of a megacorp tower, its glass skin reflecting a fractured sky, the air smelled of ozone and recycled dreams. He jacked into a public terminal, his fingers dancing over a haptic deck scarred with use, pulling fragments of encrypted chatter from the dark pools of the net. The data was alive, slippery, coded in dialects of machine and man, whispering secrets of a deal gone sour in some offshore server farm. Trust was a currency nobody carried anymore, not when every connection could be a trojan horse.
She crouched in the alley, her smartcoat shimmering to match the graffiti-smeared wall behind her. The drone overhead was a cheap model, its sensors blind to her cloaking, but she didn’t trust it to stay that way. Tech evolved fast here, and yesterday’s edge was tomorrow’s obsolescence. Her neural feed buzzed with alerts—proximity warnings, encrypted pings from a contact she hadn’t seen since the Osaka run. The city didn’t sleep, and neither did its ghosts, their voices woven into the code that kept this sprawl alive."
:)
Coincidentally the pitch for my new startup.
Looks like somebody even made a cyberpunk style markov generator:
https://www.reddit.com/r/Cyberpunk/comments/6g4weu/i_made_a_...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Markov_chain
[1] https://github.com/eniompw/nanoGPTshakespeare
G'day Boyter :-)
Not really sure if it’s just me, but I don’t really reach for them in my work anymore. Not sure if it’s because everything used to be a blog and now everything is an app, lower information density, or that content is less likely to be text.