I'm so normal about dvawtk at the moment that I wrote a ficlet which I definitely hope to turn into a full thing rip me I just need a plot and it's also on AO3
Wenren È looked down at he halfdead child at his feet.
“I need…”
A sword, he nearly said. Someone to fight at his side as he took over every demonic sect standing in his way. Rising to the top, facing ever more powerful foes to improve his cultivation, until he was left alone on top.
Then he would never improve again, unless a worthy foe came to challenge him.
At his feet, the dying child lifted a small hand and grasped at his boot, clawing at it with desperate strength. That child looked up at him, his eyes seeming to say: ‘whatever you need, I will become’.
Wenren È plucked the child from the pile of corpses, and seized his hand. Already the boy's body was polluted with corpse energy, his flesh nearly rotting with infection. Yet underneath that, his cultivation base was promising. With proper training, that child would become a truly impressive cultivator, if he had the willpower to work for it.
The idea of using that child as a weapon occurred to him again,only to be soon pushed aside by another. A loyal subordinate was easy enough to acquire. Wenren È’s power was sure to draw to him those who hoped to grow in his shadow. But a child capable of surviving when everything around him had died, one with a will to survive so strong he was ready to pledge himself to anyone capable of helping him live a little longer…
It was unlikely the child would survive, Wenren È mused. His body was in a terrible state. His mind likely was just as bad if not worse, though Wenren È figured that was a lesser problem. If that body recovered, if that mind overcame its trauma, if that child was properly trained, wouldn’t he make an incredible opponent someday?
“I need someone strong,” Wenren È stated. “Someone willing to fight me to the death when the day comes.”
The little boy stared at him dully for so long Wenren È wondered if he’d been heard. Then, with slow determination, the child nodded once, his small face grim yet showing no sign of fear.
Wenren È slung the child over his shoulder, as careless as if it were a bag of rice he had to carry, and started thinking.
If he’d intended to turn that child into his weapon, naturally he would have made him his disciple by flinging him in some area rich in natural energy and giving him some manual or other to practice with. But a child raised that way, one who thought of him as his master, might grow to be hesitant to strike him. Even demonic cultivators sometimes developed proper filial feelings for their teachers.
Instead, it might be more efficient to let someone else train that child, and teach him to hate Wenren È. Any of the righteous sects would do fine for that. They were always quick to tell their disciples to despise demonic cultivators, so they didn’t have to inspect their own behaviour. As to which one should be chosen for that child… it did not matter much. They were all the same, at the end of the day.
Eventually, Wenren È settled on taking the child to the gate of Shangqing sect. They had a reputation for growing power, and were said to have access to a great number of healing pills and competent doctors. They also easily accepted promising children, and would definitely keep this one once they checked his potential, no matter how suspicious it would be to have a child in such a bad state handed to them, when their own region was currently free from mortal wars.
“You will live,” Wenren È ordered. “And you will grow strong. When you are strong enough, you will face me in battle.”
He felt the boy nod again, more weakly now. Even though he had been removed from that pile of corpses, the child was still in a terrible state, and might die soon without proper care.
“My name is Wenren È. When you are ready, come and find me. Until then, keep our encounter a secret.”
This time the child did not react. His breathing was weaker, and Wenren È wondered if he might have fainted.
With no more time to waste, Wenren È quickly made his way to Shangqing sect, and left the boy somewhere he was sure to be quickly found. On a whim, he even stayed nearby for a moment, until a disciple of that sect noticed the dying child and hurriedly brought him inside.
A rare pang of doubt struck Wenren È. That child really might have become a useful subordinate, given a chance, and a useful tool in his planned assault against the Xuanyuan sect… But Wenren È trusted his own strength. He would take over that sect with his own power. As for the child, he would either become someone worthy of interest, or he would not. It was not in Wenren È’s hands anymore.
Still it occurred to him, too late, that he did not know the boy’s name. He hadn’t thought to ask. Ultimately, it was unimportant.
He would learn that name on the day that boy had grown strong enough to challenge him.
your neutrophils absolute? 2.71. anion gap? why, that's 11! hemoglobin A1C? a solid 5.4. and don't fret, champ—your VLDL (calculated) is a cool 12. real fascinating stuff. hm? what's that? you want to know what kind of blood you have? like, so you won't have to look your next ER nurse in the eye and tell her you have no clue what type you have right after giving her a date of birth that confirms you are over 30 years old? psh, don't be silly! we can't tell you that! it's a ✨secret✨
What if Xie Lian, 'Fu Yao', and 'Nan Feng' went on another mission that took an unexpected turn?
Inspired by this meme -> https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/james-franco-first-time
When i saw it I immediately thought of Xie Lian and how chill he is in near death experiences and of course how his 'assistants' would react to that is also very funny xD
🚨BREAKING: OpenAI published a paper proving that ChatGPT will always make things up.
Not sometimes. Not until the next update. Always. They proved it with math.
Even with perfect training data and unlimited computing power, AI models will still confidently tell you things that are completely false. This isn't a bug they're working on. It's baked into how these systems work at a fundamental level.
And their own numbers are brutal. OpenAI's o1 reasoning model hallucinates 16% of the time. Their newer o3 model? 33%. Their newest o4-mini? 48%. Nearly half of what their most recent model tells you could be fabricated. The "smarter" models are actually getting worse at telling the truth.
Here's why it can't be fixed. Language models work by predicting the next word based on probability. When they hit something uncertain, they don't pause. They don't flag it. They guess. And they guess with complete confidence, because that's exactly what they were trained to do.
The researchers looked at the 10 biggest AI benchmarks used to measure how good these models are. 9 out of 10 give the same score for saying "I don't know" as for giving a completely wrong answer: zero points. The entire testing system literally punishes honesty and rewards guessing.
So the AI learned the optimal strategy: always guess. Never admit uncertainty. Sound confident even when you're making it up.
OpenAI's proposed fix? Have ChatGPT say "I don't know" when it's unsure. Their own math shows this would mean roughly 30% of your questions get no answer. Imagine asking ChatGPT something three times out of ten and getting "I'm not confident enough to respond." Users would leave overnight. So the fix exists, but it would kill the product.
This isn't just OpenAI's problem. DeepMind and Tsinghua University independently reached the same conclusion. Three of the world's top AI labs, working separately, all agree: this is permanent.
Every time ChatGPT gives you an answer, ask yourself: is this real, or is it just a confident guess?
