Character Voice Test

Setting: A dimly lit tavern. In the center of the room, an old CRT monitor flickers to life, displaying a chat interface with a glowing cursor.

Sir Alistair: (Adjusting his chainmail) By the beard of Zeus, what foul sorcery is this? A glowing tablet of the devil? I see no fire, yet the air hums with an unnatural energy. Tis a Golem, surely, come to crush the faithful.

Captain 'One-Eye' Jack: (Leaning over the monitor, licking a rum-soaked rag) It’s a talking skull, I reckon. A demon summoned from the deep. Does it hold the map to the Spanish Galleon, Sire? I’ve been chasing that treasure for forty years!

The Hacker: (Typing furiously on a beige keyboard, wearing a trench coat) Chill out, you guys. It’s just an LLM. A Large Language Model. It’s software, not magic. It runs on a neural net, processing text to predict the next word.

Sir Alistair: "Probability"? A mathematical trickster? I demand it speak the truth! Is there a heaven, or is this the nine circles of Hell?

The Hacker: (Sighs) It’s not going to give you a theological analysis unless you prompt it. You have to ask it a specific question. Try asking it about the Crusades.

Captain Jack: (Grabs a pen and scribbles on a napkin) Ask it where the gold is! "Where is the gold of Cortés hidden?"

Sir Alistair: (Reading the screen) It says... "The gold is not buried in the sand, but in the mind of the seeker. True wealth is knowledge." Blasphemy! It mocks us with riddles!

The Hacker: It’s called "hallucination." It just makes stuff up. It’s really good at sounding confident, though. It’s basically a glorified autocomplete. It has no soul, just math.

Captain Jack: Aye, but look at the confidence in its eyes! It knows the way! I’m boarding the ship! We sail at dawn!

Sir Alistair: And I shall bring the holy sword! If this "probability" leads us to heresy, I shall smite it with Excalibur!

The Hacker: (Tapping the screen) Guys, the session is about to expire. I’m gonna have to reload the page. This dial-up connection is too slow.

Sir Alistair: Slow? The sword moves slow, too, until it strikes!

Captain Jack: Aye! Faster than a cannonball!

The Hacker: Whatever. Just don't mess up the prompt, or it’ll start talking in pirate speak for the rest of the conversation.

Sir Alistair: "Talk like a pirate"? We are pirates!

Captain Jack: Arrr, matey!

The Hacker: (Facepalms) Oh, great. Now it’s stuck.