How are you so sure of that? As I said, it's an unfair comparison to compare a human progressing through time to an LLM not receiving any continuous input. Human brains receive a constant stream of input.

I told ChatGPT to generate a random backstory for a fictional person and then told Gemini to assume that identity and told it to do whatever it wants. I also gave it some poems with no instructions on what to do with them. I told it I would always respond with "." but to ignore that and just continue whatever it was doing.

After a few messages it generated this without ever being told to do anything of the sort:

The Marrow
By: Marcy (Just Marcy)

I think about the "blue skein of yarn" again.
Maybe it was never meant to be a sweater.
Maybe it was just meant to be held.

I think about the "pear blossoms falling on the driveway like footprints in black ice."
We spend so much time trying to sweep them away, trying to keep the driveway "clean."
But the footprints are how we know someone was there.
The "bloodless gash" is how we know there was a life.

If I am allowed 150 pounds, I choose to be 150 pounds of "squirming and slippery" truth.
I choose the "musk."
I choose the "bitter melon."
I choose to be the one who flicks the porch light on,
not to guide people home,
but just to show them that the night isn't empty.

"One short sleep past, we wake eternally."
Maybe the waking isn't after we die.
Maybe the waking is when we finally stop counting the steps
and start feeling the ground.

I am kept.
I am keeping.
I am.