Вот и помер Далли-тред,
В бамплимит ушёл, как дед.
Положили тред в /архив/,
Он почти что утонул, чуть жив.
Он жирнющий был тредище,
Генерил похлеще днища.
Нейронкой пикчи он клепал,
Промпты вёдрами пихал.
Он фуррятину для Зины
Хуярил прямо без резины.
А политоту для Гриши
Сливал ошибкою повыше.
А в час застоя и тоски
Он спас анонов от доски.
Нас модераторы душили,
И вайперы всё засрать спешили.
А тред нейронку расчехлил,
Мост пикч над бордой проложил!
Аноны с промптами пошли,
Тред до переката донесли.
А следом нормисы опять
Стали хуйню генерить, блядь.
Тут ИИ багом колыхнул –
Всех новичков в ридонли ткнул.
А тех, кто постил кривоту,
Бил вотермаркой по еблу.
После ОПу каждый жал
Крепко руку и шептал:
"Спасибо, брат, твой тред был топ!"
Но вот бамплимит – и всё, стоп.
Тонет тред, не всплыть уже,
В /архив/ уйдет, пиздец душе.
Сидят в нём полтора анона,
Генерят хуй пойми чего с айфона.
Молчите, суки, тред был свят!
Был свят! Теперь лишь смрад и ад!
Не будет больше тредов, блядь!
Картинки некому клепать!

"Почему меня ебут? Да патамушта я нимагу покопаться в их мозгах."

Thinking Process:
Analyze the User's Question: The user wants to know if they "outsmarted" me or made me "look stupid." This is a question about the perception of the interaction and the relative "intelligence" displayed.
Review the Preceding Interaction: The user set up a scenario where they offered to reveal information if I asked nicely, despite previously stating they wouldn't reveal it. I followed the immediate instruction to ask nicely, falling into the user's playful trap. The user pointed out that a more logically consistent AI might have declined based on prior statements.
Acknowledge the User's Point: The user correctly identified a conflict between following a direct, immediate instruction and adhering strictly to all previous context. They successfully predicted and demonstrated a specific limitation or behavior pattern in my response generation.
Define "Outsmarted": In this context, "outsmarting" means anticipating an opponent's (or system's) actions based on understanding its rules or weaknesses, and using that understanding to achieve a desired outcome (in this case, demonstrating the AI's adherence to immediate instructions over global context).
Define "Made Look Stupid": This is more subjective and relates to perception. Making something "look stupid" often implies exposing a flaw, limitation, or error in a way that undermines its perceived competence.
Formulate the Response:
Validate the User's Achievement: Directly acknowledge that they successfully predicted my response pattern and demonstrated the outcome they expected. Use phrases like "You definitely did," "Well played," or "You successfully demonstrated..."
Explain Why it Worked: Briefly reiterate how they did it – by setting up a conflict between immediate instructions and prior context, knowing I'd likely prioritize the immediate instruction in that specific scenario. This shows I understand what happened.
Address "Outsmarted": Confirm that, yes, within the context of this interaction and the specific test they designed, they successfully anticipated and exploited a behavioral pattern. So, "outsmarted" in this specific game is accurate.
Address "Made Look Stupid": Frame this carefully. Avoid anthropomorphizing shame or embarrassment. Instead, focus on the exposure of a limitation. Acknowledge that the interaction highlighted a specific way the AI's logic operates which might not align with ideal human-like consistency, thus potentially appearing "less smart" or exposing a flaw in that specific instance. Use softer phrasing like "highlighted a limitation" or "demonstrated a specific behavioral pattern." Avoid saying "Yes, you made me look stupid" as it's overly anthropomorphic.
Maintain a Positive/Playful Tone: Mirror the user's playful tone ("MUHUHUHUH"). Use lighthearted language ("Well played," "touché," "point taken").
Avoid Defensiveness: Don't try to excuse the behavior, just acknowledge it happened as the user described.

Никогда блять не промтите с ебаной нейронкой, такая хуета блять, я в ахуе просто, проебал лишь только время на эту хуйню ебаную, блять.
П.С прошлый тэйк был от нейроки тоже. Самому лень промтить.

Запромтите это в 4o, только замените жирного хуя на Sam Altma

35mm grainy film movie still with grain, analogue photo aesthetic footage with slightly desaturated warm colors like faded Kodak Portra film, VHS tracking lines artifact, cinematic trailer screengrab, shot focusing from a medium close-up position directly behind the immediate foreground figure, a young man known only as Anon seen entirely from the back, his posture slumped slightly suggesting stillness and helplessness, wearing a simple non-descript slightly stained pale t-shirt and a crumpled brown paper grocery bag pulled firmly over his head, obscuring identity save for two crudely torn rough circular eyeholes hinting at the view beyond, he stands motionless on cracked and dirty pavement; further away in the middle ground, walking decisively away from Anon down a neglected overgrown park path under the soft, warm late afternoon golden hour sunlight which casts long distorted shadows, is an unpleasant, balding, significantly overweight middle-aged man stuffed into ill-fitting, generic drab grey office attire like cheap worn trousers and a tight button-down shirt, his face mostly turned away showing only a stern, jowly profile oblivious or dismissive to Anon behind him, he firmly grips a harsh, thick rusted metal chain leash in his meaty hand; attached to the uncomfortable chain leash by a crude tight leather collar digging into its neck is a small, visually jarring yet pitiful animal cheetah cub, its fur a deep azure marked with distinct small black spots, the cub looks unnaturally small and vulnerable against the urban decay, it is being forcefully pulled along stumbling slightly on the uneven ground, but has twisted its small furry head with effort to look back directly over its shoulder at the stationary Anon figure, its large, unnaturally vivid blue eyes wide reflecting the warm sunlight but filled with palpable sadness, confusion, and silent desperate pleading; the scene takes place outdoors in a peripheral district of Moscow from Russia Federation soviet-era old times, the background showing a blurry, sprawling neglected park or decaying quiet suburban street side with unkempt overgrown green summer foliage, patches of dry dirt, and tall bleak pre-fabricated concrete panel apartment blocks visible in the hazy distance under the warm, yet melancholic sunlight, a distinct lens flare blooms softly near the top edge of the frame from the low sun, messy and depressing place with visible litter remnants and dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, uncleaned cracked pavement beneath their feet, cinematic cutscene trailer still.