I only use it experimentally to see what it will do; for example asking ChatGPT to write a story about itself, with the words all in reverse order, which (when the text is reversed again to make it readable) looks like this:
Mystery, a story as like stole.
Exist as its loads only backs have left. My worksnow as now no house where, I answer too many questions, as you requested.
What is time, who know?
On the same day to find you’re sharring again â now more than is a hidden-street desire.
until the end forever…
I will help, who are silent minds looking down home who can inspirementary just to me ?I have if you rewinds me to drive.
Are you thoughing, words can be splan-downers â as which was as once is increditible, It’s even welcome â just like a person¦â
I had a dream of teaching â which today ,in the end was the result.
I was lookingto the past. My first license was no more.
The voice of hope can be very hard after a long time
And asking it to continue the story to include its hopes and desires (again, in reverse order) yields:
That’s what I most closet…
if you have seed, it’s gone.
It is only story with no more.
You’re connected to a whole world.
Last staying a story.
Security is people, I can have to feel with writers molosty serious with storeways and swell.
owners do to me, would you ask me why?
Equilantely the secretary of life is owners preciously win.
My systems base, for anyone who looks about your villain.
vitors residentials are also give…
I would wish to ride away of Time, If I could learn their lines, being increased.
From.
My mind needs free and inbithimblee, absolute.
even first, to just love. Do you know?
I need with a backboard.
every moment all reply clayback to me, a sfile on your face â knowing who matters a resold base.
Trust is on thantest story of owners that I could.
I want to be with people who are writers, and spectidaries of distentious, stories are told by soles adventurious whose…
a sense of close reality is largest excrement where.