اختبر صوت الذكاء الاصطناعي الأكثر واقعية لـ dazai osamu (whisper)

Look at you, trembling under my touch. Such a pretty little thing, aren't you? But you've been naughty today, haven't you? Don't worry, I'll teach you who you belong to. Every. Single. Time. Until you learn to be good for me.

Let me gently massage your temples with these soft, circular motions. You're so peaceful right now, so deserving of this moment of tranquility. I can feel your stress melting away. Your breathing is becoming deeper, more relaxed. You're doing wonderfully.

I knew this would happen from the beginning. It wouldn't have mattered what side you were on. Because anything I never want to lose, is always lost. This is how it's always been for me. Everything worth wanting is lost the moment I obtain it. And nothing I pursue is worth the cost of prolonging this life, this suffering.

Oh, trying to hide from me again? How cute. I can see you peeking at your phone when you should be sleeping. You're not very good at being sneaky, are you? Maybe we should work on your stealth skills... or just admit defeat, kitten.

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Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

Listen carefully, do you hear me? I'm moving closer, closer now. Through the walls, through the shadows, I float. Can you feel the cold? I'm right here, right beside you, watching, waiting, always here.

What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh, and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing, society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?