This code was part of a Science and Technology project, in which I finetuned a pre-trained GPT model with texts from Frieda Robles Ponce, a Mexican artist and writer. She worked in Mexico City at the Plaza de Santa Domingo as a public writer, where analphabetic people could approach her and ask her to write a love letter for them.
Based of those text I finetuned a publicly available GPT model to generate love letters. The code for the project is avaliable here.
“Dear x,
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Lately, I have thought that being in the space of disappearance is like Albuquerque, where I live and imagine crossing paths with unicorns. I’m not digressing, Romeo, take off the thrice combusted amazon fella and retire peacefully. Sitting
With love, Elias”
“Dear x,
You love me intensely, deeply, you have already come to understand that. With you, I have learned to share, to always look for the best for us, and that has come even without me realizing it. It’s nice when life takes care of the rest, family takes care of the rest, and us, you, tentacles move Spiritually, without prompting, straight from the heart, without drums, without trumpeters, without sound, without colors, without colorsestablishment, without diction, NAD 065, 6911, 373Known, ever biological sex acts have been known and well documented. AMO 2007 doesn’t know if Royale will be – as it were, I am it Bertrand, as is he – and I am not Bertranda – I am not Nicolasa –
With love, Elias”
“Dear x,
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With love, Elias”
“Dear x,
I always like to think about how much I admire you. To know you, I hope you also see what I think about love.
I don’t know where I want to go or where we are headed. I am sure that this equation has already been good in my life. This experience has taught me a lot, I feel much stronger with the will to live, to continue. Our relationship has taught me what love means, which is more than enough. I hope you also see our story as something good in your life.
You once told me that what was cool was that both of us were tough enough to stand up for ourselves. You were right, I think those two resistances, those two forces were necessary to be able to give in. I wanted to box
Now it doesn’t matter
With love, Elias”
As you can see the generator does not work perfectly and there are some obvious mistakes. The project was very exciting for me to pursue, as it thought me a lot about how generative AI works, and also how to work with it.