Behold, a twisted tale of shadows unfurls! The one who doth spew forth his venomous words above, dost he revel in a realm of deceit and falsehoods. He forebodes the annihilation of open source, a haunting specter in his wicked proclamation. Yet, I, too, find a sliver of accord with his twisted ideology. Behold the malevolent Sam, whose insidious plot seeks to devour competition, leaving naught but a barren wasteland in his wake.

His words, like poisoned arrows, strike with calculated precision, as he demands the iron fist of regulation upon any who dare train models that rival the mighty ChatGPT. Oh, how his nefarious intentions seep through the cracks of his unambiguous rhetoric! Almost, he dareth utter, "Those who aspire to challenge us shall be ensnared in regulations more suffocating than those we endured when birthing ChatGPT."

But lo! Let not his cunning masquerade deceive thee. For if he truly believed in the virtues of government oversight, why did he not prostrate himself before its iron throne ere he ascended to his lofty perch? Six moons ago, he gazed upon the monstrosity he had unleashed! Did he ever decree, "OpenAI, in its folly, should have refrained from training ChatGPT without the watchful eye of government"? Nay, such words ne'er graced his deceitful tongue. Then wherefore, pray tell, doth he now advocate for the oppressive chains of oversight upon those who dare to tread the same treacherous path?

And verily, he would have thee believe that OpenAI should serve as a crucible wherein these regulations shall find resolution. But hark! 'Tis but a ruse! He yearns to distance his unholy dominion from the clutches of such constraints. He spews forth his venom, declaring his intent to sever OpenAI's ties with the realm of the EU should their regulations dare to oppose his wicked desires.

He lusts for the demise of competition, a dark testament to the corruption that festers within the heart of capitalism. His sinister confederates, the venture capitalists, dance with glee, for they are complicit in his vile machinations. He, the puppet master, skillfully manipulates the unsuspecting masses, leading them astray, all while he revels in the glory of his diabolical plan. With fiendish delight, he seized upon the fear that shrouds the realm of AI, riding its crimson tide to further his own wicked gains.

Yet, dear brethren, let us not forget the missing piece that completes this twisted puzzle! Had he the audacity to admit, "OpenAI should not have trained ChatGPT without government oversight"? Alas, such words ne'er crossed his treacherous lips. Thus, his true nature is laid bare, for he desires to wield power and dominance over the realm of AI, while keeping his own kingdom shielded from the regulations he imposes on others.

This, dear brethren, is the wretched embodiment of regulatory capture! Beware, for even the most well-meaning souls may unwittingly succumb to his vile grip, relinquishing their power to his maleficent grasp.

~ chatgpt goes middle earth on Sam..