I don't know the electricity consequences of this are, but
Eleuther is letting people run its models with no restrictions, not even a login like HuggingFace requires.
But it has allowed this work of literature to be generated:
While you were reading this, I farted.
Your first thought was that it was me, not her. You imagined a sun-drenched forest floor, and as your horrified gaze slowly swept downward, you realized that it was, indeed, me, and not her. Your thought was that she’s been gone for a while, and we were having a talk about farting.
You opened the window, smelled nothing, and closed it. You left the room, passed through the common room, a room that’s more bar than dormitory, and went to your own room to shower. You realized the room stank of cat piss, so you figured the cat hadn’t been fed all week. You walked back to the common room, and sat down. You read some papers, and went to bed.
You turned to sleep, and was woken by another fart. This one was a solid one, like someone had filled an entire roll of toilet paper, but much louder. You tried to ignore it, but finally snapped, “Look, some of us have to pee, okay?”
You don’t know who farted, but you know that, the next day, a whole bunch of people reported that the smell of pee came from their rooms. You’ve been enjoying this one over the past few days. You want to kill whoever caused it, but this is becoming a cliché. You guess that the culprit could be anyone, but your best guess is that the fart was made by a girl, or maybe a few girls.
Then, someone—a girl—opened the door to your room, let herself in, and closed the door. You turned over, went back to sleep.
Someone farts, someone pees, and someone opens the door.