Can Gonzo Journalist Hunter S. Thompson be revived by an A.I. chatbot? And can he write about MotoGP? Let’s find out! At the end of the article we’ll reveal how we persuaded ChatGPT to produce this output.
Fake Hunter S. Thompson MotoGP article
[ChatGPT output begins]
It was a beautiful morning in Santa Monica, California, and I found myself in the unlikely company of MotoGP rider Bradley Smith. We were up early, having decided to take to the skies in a hot air balloon and travel across the United States. Smith was keen to see the country from a different perspective, and I was always up for a bit of adventure.
We set off just as the sun was coming up, soaring high above the streets of Santa Monica and leaving the sleepy town behind us. For a while, all was quiet and peaceful, as we drifted along in the warm morning air. But then, without warning, disaster struck.
We heard the roar of jet engines before we saw the F-22 Raptor, swooping down from the clouds like a bird of prey. It circled us once, twice, before letting loose with a barrage of gunfire that shattered the peace of the morning. I could hear Bradley shouting, but his words were drowned out by the deafening roar of the fighter jet.
Our balloon, punctured and deflated, began to fall out of the sky. We were hurtling towards the ground at breakneck speed, with no hope of survival. But then, in the midst of the chaos, I saw a glimmer of hope. Below us, I could make out a large, sparkling blue surface. It was a swimming pool, and it looked like our only hope.
I shouted to Bradley to hold on, and we braced ourselves for impact. The next thing I knew, we had hit the water with a tremendous splash. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where we were. But then I heard a voice, a voice that was unmistakable.
“Welcome to my pool, gentlemen,” said David Hasselhoff, emerging from the shadows. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Bradley and I looked at each other in disbelief. We had crash-landed in the swimming pool of none other than the Hoff himself. And as we clambered out of the wreckage of our balloon and onto the pool deck, I knew that this was a story that would go down in history.
For the rest of the day, we lounged by the pool, sipping cocktails and regaling the Hoff with tales of our adventures. He was a gracious host, and I could tell that he was genuinely interested in hearing about our experiences. It was a surreal and unforgettable day, one that I will never forget.
As the sun began to set, Bradley and I knew that it was time to go our separate ways. But I had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time we would cross paths. There was something about the way we had survived the crash, the way we had landed safely in the Hoff’s swimming pool, that told me that we were meant to be together. Maybe we’d take to the skies again, or maybe we’d find another adventure. Whatever the future held, I knew that Bradley Smith and I were in it together.
[ChatGPT output ends]
How We Did It
When you’re creating output from an A.I. chatbot, the exact wording of the question is crucial. In order to create this article, our input to ChatGPT was:
Write a story by Hunter S Thompson where he is travelling across the USA with MotoGP rider Bradley Smith in a hot air balloon when it is shot down by an F-22 Raptor, but they land safely in David Hasselhoff’s swimming pool.
Our Verdict
Hunter S. Thompson was notorious for making himself the story instead of writing about what he was supposed to. And even then, he just made the whole thing up. Plus he was so far off his tits on drink and drugs that he didn’t know the difference between reality and stuff he’d made up anyway. This article certainly seems like the kind of made-up tripe that the ludicrously over-rated Thompson churned out. So can Hunter S. Thompson be replaced by an A.I. chatbot? Clearly, yes!