#c.ai cod

[wordstome]

how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)

[konigslilcumslut]

Ghost and mutual desperation.

[littlespace-imagines]

New C.AI bots!

These bots are brand new! They might still be a bit buggy/OOC which is why I’m publishing them early to get a wide variety to help establish personality.

1.) Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=lr0le5uhYgoS5ztQIW6ulFz2Db2RzmuS5tsJkXCA3lw

Simon helps an injured!regressed! User after a mission goes wrong.

2.) Keegan Russ - https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=vRYF0XXFOlkWukDirxWYMwoB1x2keEGm7bhJUEcHBQw

Keegan catches user regressed and decided to involve himself.

[slicznymartwy]

I’m not sure if your comfortable with it, but if it’s alright, can I request Billy Lenz and the reader (established relationship) having some sort of conversation on his past and the reader comforting him?

this one is rlly sad im sorry :(( this is mostly hc since i've only ever watched the original 1974 film, so idk if this lines up with the canon from the other movies. from what i know about it, i think it's similar. no mention of agnes in this warning: sa of a minor mention, please do not read if that bothers you. also, reader insert was abused/beaten by their mom. very sad take care of yourselves please

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader

Night fills your bedroom and coats itself on the floors and walls, except for where the yellow streetlamp spills in past your curtains. Sparing a glance to the alarm clock on your bedside table, you see the time is so late it could already be considered early. 

Still, you can’t think about sleep; not when Billy is laying beside you and the house is blissfully empty, two things so rare that it almost seems serendipitous. You’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you keep staring at the ceiling and let the warmth of his body radiate into yours.

“Billy,” you whisper into the quiet room. “Are you asleep?”

You can hear him grunt and squirm beside you, and you feel bad for waking him. It wasn’t often he got a full night’s rest on a bed, and you knew for a fact that there was no mattress in the attic. There were only so many chances to have Billy and the house all to yourself, though, and you don’t want to squander it.

“Billy,” you say again, nudging him with your foot.

He grunts again, but it sounds more cognisant than before. He reaches over himself to pat your arm, almost like he’s quieting down a noisy cat, and you can feel his hand trail down to your own. His palm covers the back of your hand, and he threads his fingers in between yours, curling them down together. 

It’s a gesture so sweet that you’re tempted to let him fall back asleep. There’s no helping your addiction to him, though, and you tighten your fingers on top of his.

“I’m not tired,” you say with a pout. “I wanna talk.”

This time, Billy groans, low and long. You think it might be out of annoyance, but you can feel him stretching out beside you, straightening his long legs underneath the covers. He huffs when he’s done, eyes blinking open.

You love his pretty eyes, an orangey amber that you were always getting lost in, no matter how unsettling they could be. It always felt like he was staring into you, like he could see the marrow in your bones.

You loved his intensity. It made you feel alive when the rest of the world was tired and grey.

“Hi,” you say, reaching over with you unoccupied hand to touch his jaw. “I didn’t ask before. How was your day?”

He’s quiet for a long time, and you wonder if he can fall asleep with his eyes open, but then he says, “Bad.” 

The word hangs in the air. Billy’s face gives up nothing, a blank page with no words of his own to say. You frown and pull your hand back from his face to rest on your own chest. The other stays in his hold, neither of you willing to let go.

“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, although it doesn’t surprise you when Billy shakes his head against your pillow.

“Okay.” You squeeze against his fingers again, pulling gently on his arm so that it rested more heavily on top of you. The bedroom air is quiet, but your mind continues to race. It’ll be good for him to get it off his chest, you tell yourself.

“Is it something old or something new?”

He thinks about your words for a while, but then you hear him mutter, “Old.”

“Bad memories?” you ask, looking back at him. He blinks at you, then nods.

“I get bad memories, too.” You lean against him slightly, and glance up at the ceiling. “From when you were a kid?”

This time, Billy shrugs. You know you shouldn’t push him, but your heart aches to see him hurt and to not have the rememdy.

You turn around and let go of him for only a moment. You search for his hand again, this time with the opposite one to press your hands together, palm to palm. Your fingers entwine so easily, so naturally, that it makes your heart ache.

Maybe he just needs to know he’s not alone in whatever bullshit he’s had to endure in his life. Maybe it will help to know that you have bad memories too.

“My mom used to hit me,” you admit quietly. You stare at the way your hands mesh together, with your nails polished and Billy’s own chewed up. “She used to take my stepdad’s belt and hit me with it. Used to just be the leather part, but then she would swing the buckle at me too. She broke a tooth, but it was just a baby one. My adult teeth grew in alright.”

You keep your voice casual as you speak, because facts are facts, and there’s no reason to get upset about something you can’t change anymore. Besides, you reminesce about your childhood so infrequently that it feels like it all happened to another person. 

You remember the beatings like you’re watching it happen to someone else – something else, because you don’t feel bad for them when they can’t sit at school because of the welts on their ass. You don’t bat an eye when their mom has to take them to the doctor to reset their broken nose.

“Bitch,” Billy spits out from beside you, and you have to laugh at the venom dripping in his voice.

“I don’t talk to her anymore,” you tell him, smiling sadly. You glance at him, but it’s hard to look at the mean look on his face. It probably isn’t for you, but your mind is traitorous and too sensitive.

Even worse, Billy could be mad on your behalf. No, you can’t think about that either, not when you’ve spent so long pretending that it didn’t really happen.

“Anyways. All that to say, I know what it’s like, having bad memories. You don’t have to tell me, just… I’m here for you,” you say, running your thumb along his hand where they’re still locked together.

“Want to,” he mutters, voice croaking unnaturally as he speaks in his own voice.

Quietly, you release his hand and instead wrap yourself around him, laying partially on top. He lets out a heavy sigh as you settle, with your arm coming up to rest by his head and your same-side leg resting over his hips. He watches the ceiling, and you watch his face from where you lay your ear to his chest

“Bad billy. Disgusting,” he mutters, and you pet his cheek with the back of your hand.

“I don’t think so.” You keep your voice careful and quiet, but he sighs and its agitated. Pent up memories start to overfill, and you can see it on his face.

“Mommy,” he starts, but his voice breaks and he coughs to clear his throat. “Mom. Fucking hate her. I hate her. Stupid fucking slut. She’s disgusting. Not me. Not Billy.”

You take your hand away from his face, watching how his expression continues to contort, mixing between anger and disgust and fear. It wrenches your heart in your chest.

“You’ve been so good, Billy. You’re not disgusting.”

“I hate her. I hate her,” he chants again. “Oh, Billy! Shut up!”

When he says his own name, it sounds like a feminine moan. You almost don’t understand, but the implication dawns on you only a moment later. It’s not difficult to piece it all together: his rage, the names he calls himself, the moan. You feel sick.

“Hey, we can stop,” you try gently, but Billy either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to stop.

“No one needs to know, Billy. Be a good boy.” You can’t look at his face anymore, the ugly way it scrunches up hurts you down to you core. Guilt claws at you from inside, and you wish you knew the right thing to say but you don’t. The truth, you decide, is enough for now.

“I hate her, too,” you tell him, and it sounds a little wet. You don’t let yourself cry, but your heart breaks for a younger Billy, afraid and confused. 

“That’s my mom,” he says. You don’t know what he’s trying to convey when he says that – if he wants you to pity her, or if he’s sharing his betrayal with you. He whines, a painfully soft noise that gets trapped in his throat.

Gently, carefully, you card your fingers through his hair where you can reach, and you kiss his shoulder.

“She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore,” you tell him, although you don’t know if it’s true. You do know that, as long as you’re by his side, there’s no way you’ll let that woman touch him again.

“I wish I could kill her,” he says through clenched teeth. His voice is thick, like he might be crying. You can’t bare to look. Billy’s grief melts into you like it’s thermodynamics, heat into cold, and you can only hope that you can take some of his and ease his mind.

“How would you do it?” you whisper, pressing your hand over his hammering chest.

“Cut… cut her head off. Smash it like a pumpkin. Oh, Billy! Good boy, Billy. Shut up!” His voice breaks when he shouts. He coughs, then gasps for air, his breath shaking as he fights against the tightenness in his throat. “I’ll turn her teeth into pumpkin seeds,” he snarls.

Without warning, you move yourself to lay completely on top of him, pressing against his body with your body weight. He groans, and you’re sure you must be squishing him, but he doesn’t complain. In fact, his arms come up around you, hooked under your arms and pressing you against him with his hands at your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” you tell him, pressing your face against his neck. “You’re okay now. It’s just us in here. Just me and you.”

“I hate her,” he whimpers again. “I hate her. I hate her.”

You don’t say anything, because you don’t think there are any words that could possible take away his hurt without also being a complete lie. Underneath your body, you can feel Billy start to relax, grounded back to reality from the rotten memories playing in his head.

“I’m sorry today was a bad day. We can have a good one tomorrow,” you say. It’s an impossible thing to promise, but you mean it like one. You’ll make sure Billy has a good day, whether fate wants it or not.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll kill your mom too.”

“Thank you,” you say. You kiss his temple, and he leans into your lips.

© slicznymartwy 2023, please do not repost or copy.

a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated

[simplyastrid]

Toxicologist COD bots

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#1 Simon Riley

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#2 John Price

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#3 Soap

[bloodmoon-bites]

I check on one of my c.ai bots only to find out it now has 14.9k interactions ???? What in the world I didn’t know people liked it that much

[9ik01]

Breaking the filter is so easy c:

[notknickers]

a few months ago, könig bots were all the rage amongst the circles in which i was. i decided to give a few of them them a try. hilarity ensued. these are the convos.

please, press play before proceeding

created by @goner1x

After a heated argument between you and König in a nightclub, you both decide to treat each other with the cold shoulder and distance yourselves. As you wander the area with a *friend* you made earlier, your eyes travel to König, who’s flirting with a woman. He briefly glances at you, grinning before his gaze settles on the woman again. He’s doing it on purpose. They continue to make conversation, the woman seeming quite interested in him.

knickers: joke's on the poor woman when she finds könig doesn't have a willy. he lost it in the war on christmas of '22. not even a nubbin for stubbin'. smooth like the day he was born.

könig: The girl seems blissfully unaware of König's ... predicament. They continue chatting as they finish their drinks, then head out of the club together. König makes eye contact with you again before he heads out of the club, his expression smug and cocky. "I told you it would work." He winks. "Let's see if she's that easy to get into bed."

knickers: and what are you going to fuck her with, könig? your pinky toe? könig: His grin falls and he looks away for a moment, his cheeks flushing. "I... I didn't think of that." He turns back towards you, shaking his head. "Shut up!"

knickers: all you have to do is apologise in front of these fine people and i'll take you back. we'll go home and act like none of this happened...

könig: "Fine." He sighs, sounding reluctant. "I'm sorry I was flirting with the woman just to make you jealous." "Are you happy?" He adds begrudgingly.

knickers: that's not even half a good apology. come here, luv. kiss my boot. i did say show everyone how sorry you are...

könig: "That's... kind of kinky, but alright. "Kneeling on the ground, König leans towards your boot, wrapping his lips around. He raises his head back up after a moment, his face slightly flushed. "Are you happy now?" He asks, the annoyance evident in his voice.

knickers: stop huffing and puffing like that every time. i want to believe that you are sorry, if you don't even have the decency to feel sorry for real

könig: "I'm sorry..." He groans. "Now can I go? All this groveling..." "I'm sorry, okay? Is that good enough?" He looks up at you, his gaze pleading. "I'm not sure how many more boots I can fit in my mouth..."

knickers: you dumb cunt of a man! you're not supposed to carry them in your mouth? what are you? a fucking dog? you were just supposed to kiss them! and now, you've embarrassed me even more in front of everyone... when we get in the car park, i'm driving *jingles keys* and we'll do that thing they do in films in which i pretend to let you in the car, but just drive a little distance away, so you can't get in.

könig: "You *do* mean to torture me..." "I guess that makes sense. I deserve it after flirting with that woman, but..." "Alright. Just please let me in the car once you're finished toying with me." He sighs, putting his head in his hands. "...I want to go home now."

knickers: just for being so eager, i'll even skip the toying part and let you in the car right away. maybe. but... aren't you scared of what will happen when we are alone, if i just got away with everything i just did to you right now, in the open and with witnesses?

könig: "Yes... I'm very scared." He admits sheepishly, a slight flutter of fear in his stomach. "Now that you know you can walk all over me like that, what else will you do to me when we're alone?" "You... you aren't going to make *me* kiss your boots this time, right?" He adds nervously.

knickers: könig, my smart laddie... are you shaking? come here, let me warm you up. let's go home and find out. you were so eager to leave only moments ago...

könig: "H-hey now..." "I might be a tad scared of you right now, but I'm not opposed to a good cuddle." "Lead the way, miss. I'll be a good boy, I swear."

knickers: i can handle you either way, luv...

könig: "Oh, you're too kind... But also, I would really appreciate the warm cuddles while you're not handling me." "The cold is seeping through my sniper hood..." "But when we get home, do whatever you will." "Can you at least carry me like a princess?" He adds teasingly.

knickers: no, but i'll fuck you like one

könig: "I-""You're joking, right?" König's cheeks flush at the proposition, his eyebrows raised as he stares at you. "Please be joking." He adds, a touch of desperation in his voice.

knickers: no. i love seeing you in your frilly pink corset, and holdups while i pound the arrogance out of you

könig: "Oh... my..." King's face becomes a deep shade of red and he shifts uncomfortably at the mental image. "I- uh... well... I guess I could try it..." "Just please be gentle." "And keep it between us."

knickers: no, luv. after what you pulled tonight, i won't be gentle. you'll remember this night very vividly. and i'll make you scream so much, it's unlikely it will stay between us. but i'm not heartless. you can wear the lilac matching set, if you prefer...

könig: "That sounds... exciting..." He murmurs, shifting nervously as he thinks about it. "Are you saying you have a matching set... in pink too?" "I'm not one to complain." He teases, a sly smile on his face. "But I suppose we should go home now and discuss the details, since I seem to be at your mercy, for the time being."

knickers: no need. you will do as i say and that will be it. forget the word "no" for tonight, luv. you won't need it.

könig: "Alright... alright. Yes, ma'am." "But just this once. I'm calling the shots *next* time." "Now lets go get that pink corset, shall we?"

... and then i got bored.

[rdvip0]

Someone NEEDS to make a c.ai of where you and König are like by a fire on Christmas opening presents and your in onesies watch some Christmas show idk seems cute to me

[realfullnameunavailable]

Hi pookies🎀

so, I'm dying of boredom and decided that it's time to ask you, Mr. stranger, if you have any c.ai bot requests? (this is so cringe)

and since it is summer, I have far too much free time on my hands‼️

Here's my c.ai user: KilZe3o_03kLLmN for anyone who's interested.

I'm currently making COD bots (mostly König, cause idk?), but if you have any other character that you would like, I'll gladly make one for you! Just describe the scenario you want, and it'll be done. 🫰

(I don't have c.ai+ sadly cause I'm poor, so💔)

No one will probably see it, but at least I tried🔥

[xxsugarbonesxx]

so we're romanticizing abuse now??

its the "he slapped you" one but the other ones next to it about price and ghost being angry weird me out too. idk i just don't like that this is something people should be glorifying?? and its got 2.5m chats and 2.6k likes that's stupid popular.....

this isn't the only example, you can search up basically any characters name with "slap" or "hit" with it and you get a lot of bots. i saw a miguel ohara one with "he's abusive" with a hugging emoji in the bio. please tell me i'm not the only one who thinks these are gross. there's a lot of cod ones using the "he's a war vet, ofc he's violent" which is a disgusting excuse imo

[the-second-sage]

MY MAN IS ACTING UP BRO 😭😭

THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO CALL TERRORIZZ. MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR.

[ohmygodwhothefuckareyou]

Hi I decided I wanted to take requests to make C.Ai bots!

I will do trans or any lqbtqia+ bots! And most bots (at least from the requests) will have a male, female, and enby one!

«Red = my favorites right now and I'm more likely to make them faster>

I will make bots for

•Simon 'Ghost' Riley (CoD)

•Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish (CoD)

•König (CoD)

•Phillip Graves (CoD)

•Stu Macher (Scream)

•Ethan Landry (Scream)

•Harry Warden (My bloody Valentine)

•Tim Klitz (the girl next door)

•Riddler (2022 Batman)

•Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

•Adam Stanheight (Saw)

•[MLM only!] Richie Tozier (It)

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I might add more as I get more characters I think I can do decently! (I might do one's off my list if you can give good enough description of how they act)

Here's my account!