Thread by @MattMakesPoems

I started feeding a GPT-2 1558M model Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. If you wanted to read a story generated by a machine, now's your chance. #AliceInWonderland #gpt2 #MachineLearning #literature

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it,

"and what is the use of a book," thought Alice "without pictures or conversations?"

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble

of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!"

(when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet,

for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole

under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

[The model is generating new content starting here.]

For a very long time she went down, and now and then she switched her ears, and tried there and there to remember what the watch was for (she had seen many a watch lying in great piles under trees, and she supposed that this might be what it was claiming to be),

when suddenly she was bound down, and down she went, down to the bottom of the rabbit-hole, and up again, through five or six different worlds. "Only five or six," thought Alice, as she went on, wondering very much what on earth she was doing; "if I were really, really a rabbit,

and not an imp, I should soon get tired of the round world." But as she went on she thought she even fancied that she was slipping down, and accidentally dropped a handful of gold which she picked up (it had hung down from her pocket), and which she did not like to part with

at once, but was very glad to have a chance to hold.

"Dig under my foot!" thought Alice, as she went on. "I've forgotten my way round here so easily!" But as she did not think she had really forgotten her way, she soon came to a place very full of little round holes,

caking one another into such a state that she had to take her cap off to be able to see the bottom; half a dozen fun-house gates were turned off one side of the hole, so that Alice could not get out.

"I'd best remember my way round, and put the cap on again," thought Alice: "I shall be sure to be late."

At last she came to a large door, and through it she slipped without another look at it, though she tried, and tried unsuccessfully, with all her might to lift her hands

to touch it. At length the door opened, and she found herself in the large wonder-working hall of the White Rabbit, which was beautifully white and clean, and of "very curious pattern";—there, for a moment or two, she was glad to be free, and to carry on her way,

amidst the brightest and loudest of the much-loved animals (if such they were, for there was something so peculiar in what they said).

Then, suddenly finding herself quite alone in the hall again, she began to think,

"It is curious in what a strange manner rabbits talk!" She could not help wondering what it was (perhaps it was that their brains put copies of words into a different pamphlet, and so made them distinguish sounds very precisely and distinctly); but still,

as she had never met a rabbit before, and she was quite prepared not to hear another word said to her, she thought at first it must all be nonsense, in the same way as the whole family of the Cheshire Cat had made her your absolute devil in spite of all her other good qualities.

"I'm Alice!" thought she, squeaking quietly; "I'm Everlasting! And, oh, it seemed my head was full of delusion just now, to think I was the sort of animal that should talk with herself! Oh, how vastly I've grown! Sybill Trelawney said me once a very funny thing;

if it weren't for that, I've no doubt I should doubt everything."

[This is where my system stops being able to handle the input, so will continue once I can get my hardware sorted.]