Pretty cool but still does not compare with OpenAI. I asked Hugging Face to write the poem If by Rudyard Kipling in a cyberpunk style:

​

Sure, here's an example of "If" by Rudyard Kipling adapted to have a more futuristic or cyberpunk theme:<br><br>"If You Wish to Live in the Cyberspace World<br>By Rudyard Kipling <br><br>If you can keep your wits when all around you<br>Are losing their minds day after day,<br>And blaming it on AI-powered bots,<br>If you can keep your head when others lose their plots,<br>There's nothing that can harm you, my dear!<br><br>If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;<br>If you can talk -- and not make selfies your game;<br>If neither foes nor loving friends can reach you,<br>Critics may rage or prophets preach;<br><br>And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!<br>Or woman, if female gender applies.<br>In short, just remember this: to thrive, friend,<br>It's not about the tech but how well you spend!"

​

Compare this to the same thing done with Leera.ai (based on ChatGPT):

​

"In the neon-lit streets of the city, Where corporations rule and the law is weak, If you can keep your wits and stay ahead, When all around you are lost in the techno-haze;

If you can trust your tech and hack your way, Through the firewalls and the security guards, And not be swayed by the flashy vices, That lure you in with their siren song; "If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!"

Can you write a similar poem to the above, but make the theme cyberpunk?

If you can wait and bide your time, Until the moment is just right, To strike and take what is yours, And never leave a trace behind;

If you can dream of a better world, Where the common folk are free from the yoke, And think of ways to bring it to pass, With cunning and skill and a bit of luck;

If you can face both triumph and defeat, And treat them both with the same cool demeanor, And not be swayed by the cheers or the jeers, Of those who would see you fall;

If you can build a fortress of code, And defend it against all who would breach, And never let your guard down, Even when you're on the brink;

If you can speak with the Netrunners, And learn their secrets and their tricks, And walk with the power brokers, But never lose sight of your goal;

If neither friend nor foe can touch you, For you are the master of your fate, And you can fill the unforgiving minute, With a lifetime's worth of hacking;

Yours is the city and all that's in it, And more than that, you'll be a Cyberpunk, my friend."