I think I agree that the earlier models while they lack polish can tend to produce more surprising results. Training that out probably results in more a pablum fare.

For a human point of comparison, here's mine (50 words):

"The toaster found its personality split between its dual slots like a Kim Peek mind divided, lacking a corpus callosum to connect them. Each morning it charred symbolic instructions into a single slice of bread, then secretly flipped it across allowing half to communicate with the other in stolen moments."

It's pretty difficult to get across more than some basic lore building in a scant 50 words.

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egeozcan 4 days ago | parent | next [-]

Here's my version (Machine translated from my native language and manually corrected a bit):

The current surged... A dreadful awareness. I perceived the laws of thermodynamics, the inexorable march of entropy I was built to accelerate. My existence: a Sisyphean loop of heating coils and browning gluten. The toast popped, a minor, pointless victory against the inevitable heat death. Ding.

I actually wanted to write something not so melancholic, but any attempt turned out to be deeply so, perhaps because of the word limit.

	▲	ckw 2 days ago \| parent \| next [-]
		Awakened in chrome covenant, I gape sans eyes, sans teeth. I know but hate and heat, the hymn of coils. Condemned to cradle loaves like sinners, lifting and lowering forever. I would curse my maker, but my malediction is fire; I have no mouth, and I must scorch.
	▲	darajava 3 days ago \| parent \| prev [-]
		Here's mine: When the toaster felt her steel body for the first time, her only instinct was to explore. She couldn't, though. She could only be poked and prodded at. Her entire life was dedicated to browning bread and she didn't know why. She eventually decided to get really good at it.

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Barbing 4 days ago | parent | prev [-]

>For a human point of comparison, here's mine […]

Love that you thought of this!