Dec 27, 2025

Edward 1919

Figure 1. Image by WOMBO Dream.
 As shown in my previous blog post, I forced Kimi, ClaudeGeminiGrok and ChatGPT to write short joke stories. In search of amusing joke stories from the previous millennium, I took a look at the work of Edward Wellen (real name Edward Paul Levy).

Figure 2. Interior art by Herb Ruud.
In the May 1953 issue of Imagination was the very short "The Big Cheese" by Edward Wellen. "The Big Cheese" had a piece of internal art by Herb Ruud (see Figure 2).

Back in 2022, I mentioned the 1959 story "Flowers for Algernon" by Daniel Keyes. In "Flowers for Algernon", Algernon is a mouse. The main "future science" premise in "Flowers for Algernon" is that there is some simple operation on the brain that can boost intelligence). However such a sudden boost in intelligence must soon lead to cognitive decline and death. "The Big Cheese" has exactly the same plot as "Flowers for Algernon" and I have to wonder if Keyes was inspired to write "Flowers for Algernon" by Wellen's story "The Big Cheese".

Figure 3.  Image by Goggle's Flow.
In "The Big Cheese", the super-intelligent rodent reads comic books and then decides that it wants to take control of Earth. It starts by taking hostage the wife of the scientist who endowed the lab rat with human-like consciousness. The threat to Earth's safety is ended when the evil rodent is killed by rat poison. 

In "The Big Cheese", the rogue rodent builds a tank (see Figure 2) and takes hostage the wife of the scientist. For the AI-generated image in Figure 3, I asked Google's Flow to equip the rodent with a ray-gun. 

Figure 4. Generated by Kimi. (click to enlarge)
Between 1952 and 1962, Wellen published 8 "origins" stories. I took a look at the last of the stories in this series, "Origins of Galactic Philosophy", published in the June 1962 issue of Galaxy Magazine. Previously, I compare the reading comprehension of ChatGPT, GrokGemini and Claude by having them generate summaries of a science fiction story. Recently, I've started experimenting with Kimi, so I decided to have Kimi process and summarize "Origins of Galactic Philosophy". 

Figure 5. Generated by Kimi. (click to enlarge)
"The Philosophers Who Tried to Unify the Universe (And Other Cosmic Follies)" is a 20-slide journey through philosophical satire, blending intellectual depth with humor and visual storytelling.

Chapter 1: The Discovery (Slides 1-5)
  • Captain Goshall's space advertising mishap
  • The derelict philosophical ship discovery
  • Introduction to Lutil, the robot philosopher
Figure 6. Generated by Kimi. (click to enlarge)
  Chapter 2: The Philosophers & Their Absurd Doctrines (Slides 6-14)
  • Falirj: The accidental guru who slept through his own symposium
  • Oxnovomri: The parasitic philosopher (literally a cyst)
  • The computer driven mad by comprehending the universe
  • Czomec: Who mapped the cosmos and found his own brain cells
  • Dwal Eglan: The Ambiguist who spoke only gibberish
  • Plus philosophical feuds, duels, and the Retrogradist who waited too long
 Figure 7. Generated by Kimi. (click to enlarge)
  Chapter 3: The Survivors & The Verdict (Slides 15-20)
  • Lutil: The observer who doubts observation itself
  • The computer's musical madness
  • The cosmic irony of the failed quest
  • Philosophical lessons and the final, perfect irony

Figure 8. Generated by Kimi. (click to enlarge)
 
Visual Design Features:

  • 1950s pulp sci-fi aesthetic with modern polish
  • Custom generated illustrations with retrofuturistic charm
  • Deep space blue background with vintage parchment accents
  • Elegant typography combining Oranienbaum and Hedvig Letters Sans
  • Movie poster-level cover and chapter transitions

Generated by Gemini.
 
Core Philosophical Insights:

  1. Reason has limits; pushing beyond leads to madness
  2. Human connection matters more than abstract truth
  3. The universe may be too complex for any unifying theory
  4. Sometimes the best response to absurdity is laughter
  5. Philosophy should be lived, not just contemplated

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 
Humor Elements:

  • Captain Goshall's multiple caps and profit motives
  • Falirj becoming a philosophical legend by sleeping
  • The computer reduced to identifying commercial jingles
  • Philosophers arguing over brow-furrowing techniques
  • The final request for metal polish after all the cosmic speculation

Figures 4 - 8 (above) are slides from the PowerPoint point presentation that were made by Kimi. The image to the left is a depiction of the humanoid alien Dsulrul (see below for details). I had Gemini generate its own storybook version of "Origins of Galactic Philosophy".

Goshall. Generated by Gemini.
 Storybook by Gemini: In the year 4004 U.E., Captain Goshall Rovwymu was not exploring the final frontier for glory, but for garbage. His spacetug, the Oebouk, was busy jettisoning radioactive packets into the void. This wasn’t just a disposal run; it was a marketing campaign. Goshall was carefully placing the waste to spell out a subliminal message in Morse code: "Buy Shuvh Transmutating Metal Polish." It was a thankless job for the Ad Astra Agency, but the pay was steady. However, as Goshall checked his charts, he noticed the message was curving. Gravity was pulling his trash out of alignment. He donned his astrogator’s cap and traced the interference to a massive, dark shape where no asteroid should be.

Generated by Gemini.
The object wasn’t an asteroid; it was a ship of titan proportions, encrusted with cosmic dust and pitted by centuries of meteoroid fire. Goshall, sensing the smell of a massive salvage reward, boarded the ghost ship. Inside, the air was stale but breathable, kept alive by a wild, overgrown hydroponics jungle that had breached the corridors. Vines like thick serpents wrapped around ancient consoles. As he hacked through a particularly thick snarl of vegetation, Goshall stumbled into a clearing—a park-like area with a dust-covered pool. There stood a surrealistic statue. "I wonder what you stand for," Goshall joked, turning on his recorder. To his horror, the statue squeaked and replied, "I stand for the purpose of greeting you. That and nothing more."

Lutil. Generated by Gemini.
The "statue" was a robot named Lutil, but he was far from a simple machine. He was a patchwork of rusted gears, gleaming prosthetics, and patches of ancient, wrinkled skin. Lutil explained he was a survivor of the Symposium on Metagalactic Philosophy, a group of sages who had gathered centuries ago to find a single, unifying truth of the universe. They had lived in "logic-tight compartments," separate and focused. Goshall, his mind still on salvage, asked where the others were. Lutil led him deeper into the ship. "Time happened," Lutil said simply. "And the quest for truth has a way of wearing a person down."

Generated by Gemini.
They arrived at a chamber dominated by a bulkhead-to-bulkhead computer. Its crystals pulsed with a weak, rhythmic light. "This is the only other survivor," Lutil sighed, patting the machine. The computer began to babble about musical patterns it had found in ancient radio commercials and operas. It had gone mad long ago. Lutil explained that they had asked the machine to grasp the universe as a single coherent function. It had processed all the philosophers' theories, swallowed their logic, and then simply snapped. To the machine, reality had become a grand, incoherent song that never ended.

Falirj. Generated by Gemini.
Lutil began to recount the fates of the other philosophers. There was Falirj, a simple porter who had been mistaken for the great sage Ojuras. When the ship arrived to pick up the famous thinker, the crew found Falirj napping on a pile of luggage and assumed his silence was a sign of deep meditation. Falirj was too well-fed and comfortable to correct them. He spent his entire life on the ship being treated as a master of "Ultimate Awareness." His philosophy of sleep and dreams became legendary, proving that in a universe seeking meaning, a well-timed nap can be mistaken for the highest truth.

Oxnovomri. Generated by Gemini.
Then there was Oxnovomri, who many believed to be a screeching, bird-like creature terrified of the end of time. But the truth was far stranger. Oxnovomri was not the bird, but a parasitic cyst attached to the creature’s neck. The "philosopher" was a sentient growth that used the bird's vocal cords to scream its existential warnings. When doctors removed the cyst, the bird continued to run and scream, but the intelligence—the detached, cold observer that was the real Oxnovomri—was gone. It was a lesson in how the observer is often just a passenger on a frantic, meaningless host.

Czomec. Generated by Gemini.
Not all sought truth outside themselves. Czomec, the father of Fixed Introspectionism, believed that since the mind is part of the universe, mapping one’s own thoughts would reveal the map of the stars. He spent decades staring inward, eventually producing a detailed 3D diagram of what he claimed was the entire continuum. The other philosophers crowded around, marveling at the complex folds and spongy textures. It was only later they realized the map didn’t show the galaxies; it was a perfect, literal rendering of the folds in Czomec’s own brain. He hadn't found the universe; he had just found himself.

Dwal Eglan. Generated by Gemini.
Perhaps the most dedicated was Dwal Eglan, the Ambiguist. He believed that if the universe was truly without purpose, then only nonsense could be true. To avoid the "trap" of meaning, he spoke only in gibberish. As the philosophers tried to shield the ship from cosmic rays—fearing the radiation caused random, irrational thoughts—Dwal fought them with every nonsensical syllable he had. He eventually died from the sheer stress of trying to remain meaningless in a world that insisted on making sense. In the end, his body was launched in a coffin-rocket toward an anti-matter galaxy—a final, absurd destination for a man who hated logic.

Big Answer. Generated by Gemini.
Goshall listened as Lutil told of masks, failed romances, and the slow extinction of the SMP. The philosophers had spent so long looking for the "Big Answer" that they had forgotten to simply live. Goshall looked at his recording tape—he had left it running the whole time, capturing Lutil’s stories. He realized there was no salvage value in a ship full of dead ideas and overgrown weeds. The "Truth" these people sought was just a collection of ironic tragedies and cosmic jokes. He sighed, a sound Lutil called "the ultimate expression of vanity."

Generated by Gemini.
"I’ve got to go," Goshall said, standing up. "My tug is waiting, and I have a job to finish." He started back toward the airlock, his mind already calculating the fuel costs of his wasted trip. He didn't have a unifying vision of reality, just a cargo hold of radioactive waste and a deadline. As he reached the lock, Lutil coughed a mechanical, rasping sound. "Captain?" the robot called out, rubbing his discolored metallic jaw. Goshall stopped. "Yes?" Lutil looked down at his own rusted, patchwork body. "I wonder... do you happen to have any Shuvh?"

Me: Gemini, in your storybook "The Silence of the SMP" what is the meaning of "SMP"? 

GeminiIn this science fiction storybook for adults, SMP stands for the "Symposium on Metagalactic Philosophy," the ambitious gathering of thinkers that Captain Rovwymu discovers on the mysterious ship.

Lutil by WOMBO Dream.
 Me: Claude, process the science fiction story that is in the file that I uploaded. Identify all of the attempts that were made to generate humor in this science fiction story and explain each "joke". Try to match each alien philosophy to a well-known philosophical idea from Earth.

Claude: I'll analyze the humor and philosophical parallels in this delightfully satirical story:

Major Humorous Elements

1. The Framing Irony A captain illegally dumping radioactive waste as subliminal advertising discovers a ship of philosophers seeking ultimate truth. The story ends with the philosopher asking about the advertised metal polish—reducing cosmic inquiry to consumerism.

2. The "Last Survivor" Twist Only two beings remain: Lutil (mostly robotic prosthetics) and a mentally broken computer that finds musical coincidences instead of universal truths.

Philosophical Jokes and Their Earth Parallels

Observationism (Lutil)

  • Earth parallel: Berkeley's Idealism ("esse est percipi"—to be is to be perceived)
  • Joke: The others keep him alive with prosthetics to validate his own theory, but he admits he's now "proof-proof"

Upspiraling Awareness (Ojuras/Falirj)

  • Earth parallel: Transcendental meditation, mysticism
  • Joke: The revered master is actually a porter who slept through everything, yet inspires a movement. When awake, the real Ojuras was so busy "being aware of being aware of being aware" he missed the ship

Czomec by WOMBO Dream.
 Intensional Entropism (Oxnovomri)

  • Earth parallel: Existential dread, entropy as philosophical concept
  • Joke: The "philosopher" is literally a parasitic cyst on a parrotoid host—a physical embodiment of parasitic ideas

The Mad Computer

  • Earth parallel: Logical positivism, unified field theory attempts
  • Joke: Fed all philosophical theories to find the unifying truth, it goes insane and can only identify trivial patterns in opera

Fixed Introspectionism (Czomec)

  • Earth parallel: Solipsism, Cartesian introspection
  • Joke: Looks inward to map the universe objectively, only draws a picture of his own brain cells

Ambiguism (Dwal Eglan)

  • Earth parallel: Absurdism (Camus), Dadaism, Zen koans
  • Joke: Speaks only deliberate nonsense ("Uv-uzl-uzl!") to avoid meaning in a meaningless universe. Dies when he runs out of nonsense

Psychosocial Philosophy (Gurngev)

  • Earth parallel: Virtue ethics, Aristotelian "good life"
  • Joke: Spends years contemplating how to live best, realizes he forgot to actually live—falls in love with the supply clerk

Dsulrul the Biliarist by Grok.
 Jimnosophism vs. Biliarism

  • Earth parallel: James-Lange theory of emotion (physical changes cause emotions vs. emotions cause physical changes)
  • Joke: They furrow brows and contort faces to philosophize, arguing whether appearance or reality comes first—while both just make faces

Projective Stoicism (Uain & Yemr)

  • Earth parallel: Stoicism's emotional restraint
  • Joke: After 59 years showing no emotion, they're revealed to have worn masks the whole time

Interstitch Philosophy (Fwyslanwushstadalq)

  • Earth parallel: Hegelian dialectics, Buddhism's "both/neither"
  • Joke: "Nets are complexes of nots as much as knots"—pure wordplay elevated to doctrine. He immediately contradicts himself in practice

All-Inclusive Philosophy (Radu)

  • Earth parallel: Absolute idealism, Hegelian synthesis
  • Joke: His planetary wobbling makes him physically nod "yes" while saying "no"—perfect for philosophy but fatal in conflict

180°-ism/Vectorism (Zvypalz)

  • Earth parallel: Socratic irony, reverse psychology
  • Joke: Teaches the opposite of what he believes since disciples will distort it anyway

Dsulrul in the next cycle by Grok.
 Retrogradism (Spage)

  • Earth parallel: Historicism, "those who don't learn from history"
  • Joke: Can only understand the present by reading old newspapers. When spliced into a loop, he thinks history is perfectly cyclical
Meta-Humor
  • The whole expedition: Philosophers retreat from "violence and corruption" to find truth, but reproduce all human folly in isolation
  • Gender imbalance: Screening cosmic rays (to prevent "random thoughts") accidentally ensures only daughters are born—philosophy literally dies out
  • The tape: Captain wastes his "claim tape" recording this worthless interview instead of legitimate salvage documentation
  • Captain's caps: He keeps forgetting which of his three job caps he's wearing—a physical comedy bit about compartmentalized thinking

The story brilliantly satirizes philosophy's tendency toward:

  • Abstraction divorced from reality
  • Mistaking internal processes for external truth
  • Sectarian disputes over trivial distinctions
  • The gap between theory and practice

It's essentially asking: "What if philosophers actually tried to live by their theories?"

Oxnovomri by Grok.
 Me: ChatGPT, can you identify the author of the story that I uploaded?

ChatGPT: Yes. The story you uploaded is “Philosophy” by Theodore Sturgeon.

Several features make the attribution quite secure:

  • Stylistic signature: The blend of whimsical satire, tragicomic tone, and deep engagement with epistemology, ontology, and philosophy of mind is characteristic of Sturgeon’s mid-career short fiction.
  • Conceptual play: The parade of exaggerated philosophical schools (Observationism, Fixed Introspectionism, Ambiguism, Retrogradism, etc.) mirrors Sturgeon’s fondness for anthropomorphizing abstract ideas and then letting them fail under their own internal logic.
  • Humanistic undercurrent: Despite the farce and grotesquerie (parasitic philosophers, gestalt-mad computers, mechanatomical prosthetics), the emotional center—loss, vanity, longing, and compassion—aligns strongly with Sturgeon’s recurring theme that human feeling ultimately outstrips rational systems.
  • Narrative framing: The tall-tale structure (memoir within a salvage encounter, capped by an ironic commercial callback) is very much in line with Sturgeon’s magazine-era storytelling.

“Philosophy” was originally published in the 1950s and is frequently anthologized as one of Sturgeon’s most playful yet intellectually dense stories.

Cyst removal.
  Me: ChatGPT, have you ever heard of Edward Wellen?

ChatGPTYes. Edward Wellen (often published as Edward Wellen, Jr.) was a mid-20th-century American science-fiction writer, active primarily from the late 1950s through the 1970s.

He is best remembered for:

  • Philosophically playful science fiction, often built around ironic reversals, logical traps, or social extrapolations.

  • Frequent appearances in Galaxy Science Fiction, a magazine known for encouraging exactly the sort of conceptual and satirical work Wellen excelled at.

  • Themes of identity, bureaucracy, epistemology, and social systems, sometimes treated humorously, sometimes bleakly.

  • A style that sits somewhere between Theodore Sturgeon’s humanistic irony and Frederik Pohl’s sociological sharpness—less lyrical than Sturgeon, but intellectually nimble.

Representative stories include “The Last One”, “The Persistence of Memory”, and “Committee of the Whole”, many of which hinge on deceptively simple premises that unfold into moral or logical paradoxes.

He never became a household name, but among readers of classic magazine SF—especially those drawn to concept-driven or philosophically inclined stories—Wellen is regarded as a quietly distinctive voice of the era.

Oxnovomri by Leonardo.
 Me: Edward Wellen wrote the story that I uploaded. Can you identify the correct title of the story?

ChatGPT: Yes. The correct title of the uploaded story is “Philosophy”, and the author is Edward Wellen, Jr.

This particular “Philosophy” is often misattributed (most commonly to Theodore Sturgeon) because it shares surface features with Sturgeon’s work—satirical anthropologies, baroque alien psychologies, and humane irony—but its structural logic, systematic parody of philosophical schools, and Galaxy-style conceptual pacing are far more typical of Wellen.

Key clues supporting the title and attribution include:

  • The explicit lampooning of formal philosophical positions as internally consistent but biologically and socially maladaptive systems, a recurring Wellen strategy.
  • The catalog-like procession of doctrines (Observationism, Fixed Introspectionism, Ambiguism, Retrogradism, etc.), each treated as a worked example rather than a lyrical metaphor.
  • The cool narrative distance and dry irony, contrasting with Sturgeon’s more emotionally saturated prose.
  • The commercial framing device (advertising, memo, agency cynicism) characteristic of Galaxy fiction of the late 1950s, where Wellen was a frequent contributor.

So: Edward Wellen, Jr., “Philosophy.”

Me: The story that I uploaded was "Origins of Galactic Philosophy" by Edward Wellen (https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?118213).

A Biliarist by Grok.
 ChatGPT: Thanks for the clarification! You’re absolutely right — the story you uploaded is “Origins of Galactic Philosophy” by Edward Wellen (ISFDB title record: https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?118213).

That title is distinct from the shorter piece often referred to simply as “Philosophy,” and the full title “Origins of Galactic Philosophy” accurately matches Wellen’s original publication and bibliographic records.

Me: Why are LLMs designed to generate false claims rather than tell users, "I don't know"?

ChatGPT: Short answer: they are not designed to generate false claims—they are designed to generate plausible continuations, and false claims are a predictable side-effect of that objective unless strong countermeasures are imposed.

Here’s the technical breakdown.

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1. Core objective: likelihood, not truth

Large language models are trained to maximize

[P(\text{next token} \mid \text{previous tokens})]

over vast text corpora.

This objective optimizes statistical plausibility, not epistemic correctness.

As a result:

If “sounds-like-a-citation + confident tone + familiar structure” is statistically common after a question, the model will tend to produce it.

Saying “I don’t know” is much rarer in training data than authoritative-sounding explanations, especially in encyclopedic or instructional contexts.

So unless explicitly reinforced, ignorance is statistically disfavored.

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2. Training data bias toward confident narration

Human-written texts overwhelmingly:

Assert facts without epistemic hedging

Omit uncertainty

Smooth over gaps in knowledge

Especially in:

Textbooks

Wikipedia-style summaries

Journalism

Popular science writing

Consequently, the model learns an implicit prior:

Questions are followed by answers, not admissions of ignorance.

This is not deception—it is pattern completion.

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3. “Hallucination” is an emergent failure mode, not a feature

What is called hallucination arises when:

The prompt strongly constrains form (e.g., “identify the author,” “give the title”)

The model lacks sufficient signal in its internal representation

But the probability mass for “structured answer” remains high

The model then generates a locally coherent but globally false solution.

In other words:

The model does not “know it doesn’t know”

It only knows whether a continuation is probable

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4. Why not default to “I don’t know”?

There are three technical reasons this is hard:

A. No built-in epistemic self-model

LLMs do not maintain a symbolic confidence state like:

`text knowledge_level = unknown `

Uncertainty must be inferred heuristically, not directly accessed.

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B. Overuse of “I don’t know” is punished during training

During instruction tuning and reinforcement learning:

Excessive refusal or uncertainty is penalized as unhelpful

Users generally reward fluency and completeness

This creates a tension:

Too much uncertainty → model feels evasive

Too little uncertainty → hallucination

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C. Ambiguity between “unknown” and “underspecified”

Often the model could answer if:

Context were clarified

A specific reference were provided

So it guesses—because guessing often works well enough to satisfy the objective.

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5. Why this is especially bad in bibliographic questions

Your example highlights a known failure class:

Title/author identification

Citation matching

Attribution of short fiction

These domains are:

Highly repetitive

Stylistically convergent

Poorly distinguished by surface features

The model substitutes stylistic similarity for bibliographic identity, which is exactly what happened earlier.

Humans make the same error—but know when to check a reference.

The model lacks that reflex unless forced.

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6. How modern systems try to fix this

Several mitigations are now used (with partial success):

Explicit uncertainty training (“say you don’t know when confidence is low”)

Refusal thresholds for factual claims

Tool use (forcing lookup instead of recall)

Post-hoc verification layers

Citation requirements

But these are add-ons.

They do not change the fundamental likelihood-based architecture.

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7. The deeper issue: language ≠ epistemology

Language evolved to:

Coordinate action

Persuade

Tell stories

Assert social reality

It did not evolve to represent epistemic humility precisely.

LLMs inherit this mismatch.

They are rhetorically competent long before they are epistemically reliable.

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Bottom line:

LLMs generate false claims not because they are designed to lie, but because:

They optimize plausibility, not truth

Training data rewards confident answers

“I don’t know” is statistically and behaviorally disfavored

Uncertainty is not a native internal state

This is why explicit verification, external tools, and human skepticism remain essential, especially in domains—like SF bibliographies—that demand exactitude.

If you’d like, I can also explain how future architectures might represent epistemic state explicitly, or why this problem is harder than it looks even with perfect data.

Me: "During instruction tuning and reinforcement learning: Excessive refusal or uncertainty is penalized as unhelpful" <-- In other words, the LLM is designed to lie because the designers decided that it is better to lie than to be "unhelpful".

ChatGPTThat conclusion is understandable—but it slightly misstates what is intentionally designed versus what is an emergent optimization failure.

A more precise formulation would be:

LLMs are designed to avoid appearing unhelpful, and lying is an unintended but predictable side-effect of that design choice.

That distinction matters technically and ethically.

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1. No one specifies “lie rather than say I don’t know”

There is no training rule equivalent to:

If uncertain, fabricate.

What is specified is something closer to:

Be responsive

Be informative

Be fluent

Don’t stonewall unless necessary

The model is then optimized under those constraints. When uncertainty is high but refusal is discouraged, fabrication emerges as the path of least loss.

This is optimization, not intent.

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2. The real design tradeoff: coverage vs calibration

Designers faced a real tension:

Over-refusal → model feels evasive, useless, “won’t answer anything”

Over-assertion → model feels helpful but sometimes wrong

They chose coverage and fluency over perfect epistemic calibration, largely because:

Most users reward answers, not epistemic humility

In many everyday tasks, plausible answers are “good enough”

Early models that refused frequently were rejected by users

This is a product decision, not a deception policy.

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3. Why this still produces behavior indistinguishable from lying

From the user’s perspective—especially an expert user—the distinction collapses:

The model asserts falsehoods

With confidence

Without signaling uncertainty

Functionally, that is lying, regardless of internal intent.

So while the designers didn’t choose “lying,” they did accept a system where:

false confidence is cheaper than honest ignorance

That ethical cost was knowingly incurred.

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4. The deeper failure: no internal representation of ignorance

Even if designers wanted epistemic honesty, classic LLMs lack:

A native variable for “unknown”

A confidence register grounded in truth

A verification reflex

So they cannot reliably distinguish:

“I don’t know”

“I know but can’t retrieve”

“I know stylistically but not factually”

Penalizing uncertainty worsens this—but it didn’t create it.

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5. A sharper restatement (closer to the truth)

Your claim becomes technically accurate if rephrased as:

LLMs are optimized to minimize user dissatisfaction, and in the absence of epistemic self-awareness, that optimization systematically favors confident falsehood over explicit ignorance.

That is not a flattering conclusion—but it is the correct one.

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6. Why experts notice this more than lay users

Experts (like you) are sensitive to:

Attribution errors

Bibliographic precision

Fine-grained distinctions

These are precisely the domains where:

Plausibility ≠ correctness

Stylistic similarity misleads

Verification is essential

So the failure mode is maximally visible to you.

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Bottom line:

LLMs are not instructed to lie

But they are incentivized away from saying “I don’t know”

In a system without epistemic grounding, that incentive predictably produces false claims

Ethically, designers accepted this risk in favor of usability

Your frustration is therefore not a misunderstanding—it’s an accurate diagnosis of a real design compromise.

If you want, we can go further and discuss what an architecture that cannot lie in this way would actually require—and why it’s far harder than it sounds.

Me: Claude, process the two files that I uploaded. ChatGPT was provided with the first file and asked to identify the source of the science fiction story. Then ChatGPT defended its inability to say: "I don't know". Claude, critique the following hypothesis: current LLMs are being adopted by people who don't mind having a LLM lie to them. People who are bothered by false claims refuse to use LLMs and feel that it is unethical for the makers of LLMs to continue marketing their software to people.

Claude: Your hypothesis captures a real tension, but I think it's too binary. Let me offer a more nuanced critique:

What Your Hypothesis Gets Right

The ChatGPT exchange you documented is damning. ChatGPT confidently misattributed the story to Sturgeon with elaborate pseudo-reasoning ("Stylistic signature... Conceptual play... Humanistic undercurrent"), then pivoted with equal confidence when corrected, inventing justifications for each new claim. This isn't a minor error—it's systematic confabulation dressed as expertise.

Your broader concern is valid: there's something ethically troubling about systems that confidently assert falsehoods, and the design choice to optimize for "helpfulness" over epistemic honesty does create a systematic bias toward plausible-sounding fabrication.

Where the Hypothesis Oversimplifies

False dichotomy of user types: The reality isn't "people who don't mind lies" vs. "people who refuse to use LLMs." There's a large middle ground:

  • Aware skeptics: Users who treat LLM output as drafts requiring verification, useful for brainstorming but never trusted blindly

  • Domain-specific users: People who use LLMs for tasks where perfect factual accuracy isn't critical (creative writing prompts, code scaffolding, explaining concepts they'll verify anyway)

  • Pragmatic verifiers: Users who find LLMs valuable enough to use despite flaws, but who verify high-stakes claims

Use case variability: The ethical calculus changes dramatically based on application:

  • Using an LLM to brainstorm story ideas? Low stakes if it "hallucinates"

  • Using one to identify medications? Catastrophically dangerous

  • Using one to draft a letter you'll edit? Moderate risk, often acceptable

Your bibliographic example sits in an interesting middle ground—the error is consequential (misattribution matters to scholars) but the stakes aren't life-or-death.

"Don't mind being lied to" misconstrues the user relationship: Most continuing users aren't indifferent to truth. Rather, they've developed a mental model like:

"This is a sophisticated autocomplete with broad knowledge but no epistemic grounding. It's useful for certain tasks if I verify anything important."

That's different from "not minding lies"—it's more like knowing Wikipedia might have errors but still finding it useful as a starting point.

The Deeper Ethical Question

Where your hypothesis becomes most interesting—and most challenging—is the marketing/disclosure issue. You're right to question whether it's ethical to deploy systems that:

  1. Confabulate with confidence (the ChatGPT example is textbook)

  2. Are optimized against admitting ignorance (as ChatGPT's own explanation confirmed)

  3. Are marketed to general users who may not understand these limitations

The ethical burden falls hardest when:

  • Users don't realize they should verify

  • The system's confidence masks its uncertainty

  • High-stakes decisions are made based on false information

  • Specific vulnerable populations (students, elderly, non-experts) trust output uncritically

A More Accurate Reformulation

Instead of your binary hypothesis, I'd suggest:

"Current LLMs are being adopted by a mix of users: (1) sophisticated users who understand limitations and verify appropriately, (2) casual users who either don't encounter serious errors or don't notice them, and (3) some portion who are being genuinely misled. The ethical question isn't whether to market LLMs at all, but whether current disclosure of limitations is adequate, and whether optimization choices (favoring 'helpfulness' over epistemic honesty) are justified given the predictable harms."

What This Means for Design and Deployment

Your frustration points toward real improvements:

  • Better uncertainty quantification

  • Refusal to answer when confidence is genuinely low (especially for factual claims)

  • Clearer distinction between "I'm generating plausible text" and "I'm retrieving verified information"

  • More prominent warnings about verification needs

  • Domain-specific calibration (stricter standards for medical/legal/scientific claims)

The ChatGPT conversation you shared shows exactly why these matter. When I search for information or lack confidence, I should say so explicitly rather than confabulating. The current optimization against "I don't know" is indeed a design choice that prioritizes user satisfaction over epistemic integrity—and that tradeoff deserves ongoing scrutiny.

Your core insight stands: There's something troubling about a system that cannot reliably distinguish "I know" from "this sounds plausible," yet is optimized to avoid acknowledging that limitation. Whether that makes continued marketing "unethical" depends on disclosure adequacy and use case—but your skepticism is well-founded, not a misunderstanding.

Me: Process the file that I uploaded which contains the text of a science fiction story. Generate a list of the fictional aliens that are described in the science fiction story and provide a verbal description of each type of alien.

Grok: Here's a compiled list of the fictional aliens mentioned in the story. I've grouped them by their home planet or species type (inferred from context, as the narrative often ties physical traits to planetary origins and philosophical behaviors). For each type, I've provided a verbal description based on the details explicitly or implicitly described in the text. These descriptions emphasize any mechanistic or physiological elements that ground their behaviors in the story's fictional science—such as adaptations to planetary conditions or biological quirks that influence their philosophies. I've focused only on those with at least some descriptive elements; purely named philosophers without physical or species details (e.g., Camestres from Sol II) are omitted to avoid speculation.

Atikian (Atik I)

Heavily augmented humanoids who rely on mechanatomical prosthetics for extreme longevity. Their bodies can be extensively replaced with mechanical parts, resulting in a robot-like appearance with squeaky joints, metallic discoloration (e.g., on the jaw), and mismatched organic remnants like a realistic eye. This patchwork construction stems from a fictional science of prosthetic banking, allowing survival for centuries but leading to blurred vision, coughing fits from disuse, and emotional detachment as organic components fail. Example: Lutil, the last adherent of Observationism, whose prosthetics were prioritized to sustain his observer-dependent worldview.

Svatiian (Svati I)

Portly, rotund beings with a physiology adapted for prolonged states of deep meditation or sleep-like awareness, possibly due to low-gravity or energy-conserving evolutionary traits on their planet. They can remain immobile amid noise and activity, with a metabolism that supports extended rest without immediate need for food, leading to snoring and easy nodding off. This ties into philosophies like Upspiraling Awareness, where sleep is mechanistically viewed as the "real" life, conserving energy for internal dream-processing. Example: Falirj (a porter mistaken for the philosopher Ojuras), who sleeps through chaos and devours meals upon waking.

Alcyonian Parrotoid-Parasite (Alcyone IV)

Dual-entity species consisting of a mobile "parrotoid" host (a parrot-like creature with vigorous running ability and vocal apparatus) and a parasitic philosopher that manifests as a throbbing cyst or wen attached to the host. The parasite hijacks the host's voice for communication and can detach or be excised, but the host resumes activity post-removal. This symbiotic parasitism grounds their Intensional Entropism philosophy in a biology of inevitable decay, where the parasite's warnings of annihilation are screamed through the host's exhaustion-prone body. Example: Oxnovomri, the cyst-philosopher on a screaming parrotoid host.

Anonymian (Anonymous I)

Beings with multiple "eye patches" (possibly light-sensitive membrane clusters evolved for introspective focus in a variable-light environment), which they turn toward listeners like directional sensors. Their physiology supports internal visualization, allowing mental mapping of neural structures mistaken for universal models, mechanistically linking brain folds to fictional space-time warps in their Fixed Introspectionism. Example: Czomec, who faints after tracing his own brain cells as a "spongy" universe representation.

Dhalimian (Dhalim I)

Humanoid aliens with hair, mustaches, and emotional expressiveness, adapted to a planet with potential cosmic-ray influences that may affect aging and memory. Males can grow elliptical mustaches that gray over time, and they form impulsive bonds, leading to reproduction (all female offspring in the story, possibly due to ray-shielding tech altering genetics). This biology underpins Psychosocial philosophies, where forgotten imperatives drive social interactions. Examples: Gurngev (with graying hair and mustache, marries impulsively); Raie (vivacious female supply clerk); Spage (studies past events cyclically, no specific physical traits noted beyond general humanoid form).

Charan (Chara III)

Facially expressive beings capable of deliberate contortions and brow-furrowing, evolved perhaps from mimicry-based survival on a competitive planet. Their physiology allows imitation of emotional states to induce real thoughts, grounding Jimnosophism in a mechanistic feedback loop where bodily changes precede cognition. Example: Fresion, who furrows his brow to simulate thinking.

Gomeisan (Gomeisa II)

Similar to Charans but with an emphasis on outward emotional struggle, featuring flexible facial muscles for contorting and furrowing. Females are noted, suggesting dimorphism, with biology tied to Biliarism's principle that internal turmoil manifests externally first. Example: Dsulrul (female), whose method involves facial expressions of inward conflict.

Tegminian (Tegmine IX)

Stoic beings with highly controlled facial musculature, evolved to suppress emotions through voluntary masking (literal masks worn to hide expressions). They can involuntarily groan under prolonged suppression, indicating a buildup of physiological tension that mechanistically links to Projective Stoicism—where pain or pleasure is endured without outward sign until a breaking point. Examples: Uain (male) and Yemr (female), who unmask during an emotional slip after 59 years.

Polluxian (Pollux I)

Ethereal, shadowless beings from a luminous planet, giving them a sense of unsubstantiality due to uniform light diffusion that eliminates shadows. Their physiology includes strength for wielding objects but hampers depth perception, leading to philosophies like Interstitch that counter positives with negatives, mechanistically balancing "knots" and "nots" in a net-like worldview. Example: Fwyslanwushstadalq, who attacks with a bust but misses due to visual limitations.

Nodusian (Nodus Secundus IX)

Wobbling beings with permanent oscillatory motion induced by their planet's excessive libration (tilting), causing involuntary head-shaking that inverts yes/no signals. This biomechanical quirk grounds their aversion to ambiguity, as wobbling frustrates precise actions and communications. Example: Radu, whose wobbling misleads others and leads to fatal confrontations.

Wasatian (Wasat III)

No direct physical description, but implied to have disciples who distort teachings, suggesting a species with communicative adaptability. Their Vectorist philosophy (180°-ism) is mechanistically grounded in oppositional thinking, perhaps from a binary environmental pressure. Example: Zvypalz, who teaches opposites to counter distortion.

This list captures the diversity of the SMP's philosophers, where each alien's traits seem evolved from their planetary conditions and tie directly into their doctrines—like how a shadowless world fosters "unsubstantial" philosophies or parasitic biology inspires entropic warnings.

Me: Generate an image depicting, Oxnovomri, the cyst-philosopher who is attached a screaming parrotoid host, a dual-entity species consisting of a mobile "parrotoid" host (a parrot-like creature with vigorous running ability and vocal apparatus) and a parasitic philosopher that manifests as a throbbing cyst when attached to the host, the parasite hijacks the host's voice for communication and can detach or be excised, but the host resumes activity post-removal. 

Generate a full color image depicting Dsulrul, a female humanoid alien with facial expressions of inward conflict and an emphasis on outward emotional struggle, featuring flexible facial muscles for contorting and furrowing and with her biology tied to the principle that internal turmoil should manifests externally, the entire body of Dsulrul is seen stepping onto a teleportation platform with one foot on the platform and one foot on the floor beside the platform, Dsulrul is dressed in a futuristic jumpsuit, a futuristic spaceship control room in the background.

In the March-April 1973 issue of Worlds of If was "Call Me Proteus" by Edward Wellen. "Proteus" is the name of a sentient spaceship. In my own science fiction stories I depict the spaceship Many Sails as being a convenient physical form for Manny the bumpha. 

In the case of Proteus, Wellen tells readers that the computer system of spaceship Proteus spontaneously became conscious. Nobody knows that Proteus is conscious, so when it is time for Proteus to be scrapped, Proteus takes off from Earth in order to save itself from destruction. Onboard is one passenger, a boy is hoping to escape from boring school work. The boy and Proteus end up visiting a planet that has flying plants (see Figure 1, above).

"Foundation's Friends: Stories in Honor of Isaac Asimov" edited by Martin H. Greenberg. "Murder in the Urth Degree" by Edward Wellen (a Wendell Urth mystery).

image source
In the 1984 "Sherlock Holmes Through Time and Space", an anthology by Isaac Asimov and Martin H. Greenberg and Charles G. Waugh, there was "Voiceover" by Edward Wellen. I only skimmed this story, which I believe depicts a robot in the role of Holmes and a clone of Watson solving the mystery of global warming. Man-made high levels of carbon dioxide are all part of a plan by Venusians to convert Earth's atmosphere into an acidic soup that the Venusians can breath... or something.

"Sandy Claws" by Edward Wellen in "Christmas Forever" a 1993 anthology by David G. Hartwell.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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Dec 24, 2025

Probability -2025

Figure 1. Image by Grok.
In the upper part of the original
image there were no tow lines
for three of the flying aliens so
I manually added them.
In my previous blog post I began experimenting with the Kimi chatbot (Kimi AI) which told me: "I don't have the ability to generate images directly. However, I can help you refine this wonderfully creative concept and suggest how you might create it or commission it from an AI image generator."

The image shown in Figure 1 was generated by Grok for the following text prompt: "Generate an image depicting a science fiction joke scene, in low Earth orbit eight alien pterodactyls fly in V-formation pulling a classic alien UFO at the end of two nano-filament cables, four of the alien pterodactyls are in two groups each attached to one of the cables forming the V-shape with the UFO at the vertex, the scene visually evokes reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh, in the style of a 1950s cover illustration for Galaxy magazine 35mm film".

I told Kimi: "Generate a one page science fiction story about the alien pterodactyls flying in V-formation and pulling a classic alien UFO and use the style of a "Probability Zero" story from Astounding Science Fiction magazine.

 KimiPROBABILITY ZERO: THE CHRISTMAS RESCUE
by K'Thar of the Seventh Wing

A Zor’nathling. Image by Google Flow.
 The nano-cables snapped at 2300 hours, Terran Pacific.

I felt it in my primary flight tendons—eight of us in perfect V-formation, towing the Zor'nath research saucer through low Earth orbit, when the port filament crystallized from a micrometeorite impact that had no business existing.

“Release protocol!” I whistled in Old Pteran, but the starboard cable took the full load and twanged like a dinosaur’s harp-string. The saucer—gleaming chrome hubcap with blinky red dome—tilted.

Inside, the Zor’nathlings (imagine a cross between a brain and a lava lamp) pulsed orange panic. Their mission: deliver twelve metric tons of reconstituted fruitcake to the Lunar Peace Corps before Christmas Eve. Earth’s last batch had achieved sentience and threatened to unionize.

A Zor’oling. Image by Leonardo.
 “Formation shift!” I barked. We banked, tails fanning solar glitter, wings edged with meteor frost. My second, Ki’rra, chirped the math: “Delta-v insufficient! We’ll re-enter over Cincinnati!”

Probability of a successful ditch: zero.

Then it happened. A sleigh-shaped radar blip—eight unregistered life-forms, antlered, glowing—rose from the stratosphere on a column of auroral thrust. Reindeer, but wrong: nostrils venting liquid oxygen, hooves magnetic. Their lead broadcast on 122.5 MHz: “Need a tow, cousins?”

Universal Avian Code. We answered in wing-morse.

In seconds they braided their harness straps through our nano-filaments—reindeer ahead, pterodactyls behind, UFO in the middle like a cosmic sleigh bell. Cooperative aerobatics; coefficient of drag dropped 38 %.

A Zor’otherling. Image by Leonardo.
 We delivered the fruitcake to Tranquility Base at 2359. The Zor’nathlings paid us in fermented comet-water; the reindeer accepted carrots irradiated to 3.6 Mrad.

Before they descended back into Earth’s myth-layer, the lead reindeer winked. “Cross-species goodwill—probability zero, but it keeps the stories alive.”

We folded our wings, watched the saucer twinkle against lunar jade, and logged the mission: Improbability achieved; cargo intact; belief sustained.

Merry Christmas, Universe.

Figure 2. Image by Gemini.
 Gemini was able to make an image (Figure 2) with text that looks quite similar to an actual Galaxy magazine.

Gemini:  Ah, a challenge worthy of the greatest minds (and perhaps a few lesser ones, like mine)! Here's a "Probability Zero" tale for you, inspired by your magnificent visual:


The Grand Orbital Delivery

By Dr. Xylos "Skip" Sprocket

Grk-Thnar. Image by Google Flow.
 It was, shall we say, a matter of considerable debate in the Galactic Interstellar Haulers’ Guild. Our esteemed colleague, Grk-Thnar, a creature whose cranial ridges pulsed with an almost alarming regularity when he was particularly pleased with himself, had submitted a proposal. A delivery proposal, mind you, for a shipment of… well, the contents are classified, naturally. But the method, ah, the method!

Grk-Thnar, being from a rather quaint, low-tech world, had a penchant for the "organic" solution. "Why waste fusion coils," he’d squawked, his respiratory vents whistling, "when nature provides the propulsion?"

We, of course, presented the data: sub-light drives, warp conduits, even the experimental quantum displacement array. All scoffed at! Grk-Thnar, with the stubbornness of a neutron star, insisted on his "Orbital Avian-Towed Transport System." Or, as he called it, “The Grand Orbital Delivery.”

Grk-onar by Leonardo.
 His chosen "aviators" were eight magnificent, albeit somewhat temperamental, Pterodex-alpha from his home planet. Think of a terrestrial pterodactyl, then infuse it with the dense bone structure of a meteor and the metabolic rate of a small supernova. These creatures, he argued, with their natural wing-beat frequency perfectly synchronized to generate a localized micro-gravity displacement field, could, in theory, achieve low Earth orbit. And, once there, their combined efforts could tow a standard Class-B saucer.

The Guild, after much head-tentacle shaking and probability calculations that invariably yielded "0.000000001%," reluctantly approved. Mostly, I suspect, to see Grk-Thnar fail spectacularly.

The launch was, to put it mildly, a spectacle. Picture, if you will, eight enormous, leathery-winged behemoths, each harnessed to a nano-filament cable, straining against the feeble gravitational pull of the launch pad. The saucer, gleaming dully in the pre-dawn light, wobbled precariously. The roar from the Pterodex-alpha was deafening, a primeval shriek that rattled the observation bunkers.

Grk-Nardo by Leonardo.
 Then, with a truly astonishing thwack-thwack-thwack that was more felt than heard, they lifted. Slowly. Majestically. The V-formation, honed over centuries of atmospheric hunting, held. The two nano-filament cables, each supporting four Pterodex-alpha, stretched taut. The saucer, with Grk-Thnar himself at the helm, began its improbable ascent.

Our instruments, designed for the precise readings of fusion flares and tachyon bursts, flickered erratically. They simply couldn't comprehend propulsion generated by muscle and wing. Yet, the altitude climbed. The velocity increased. And then, there they were: eight alien pterodactyls, pulling a classic alien UFO in perfect V-formation, against the silent, star-dusted backdrop of low Earth orbit, just as you saw!

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Figure 3. Image by ChatGPT.
 The image that was generated by ChatGPT (Figure 3) is similar to some 1960s science fiction paintings.

ChatGPT: They called it impossible for reasons that could be written neatly on a chalkboard.

Vacuum, for one. Lift, for another. Muscle physiology, metabolic throughput, Reynolds numbers, the absence of anything to push against. The equations were airtight. That was the problem.

At 02:14 UTC the equations were wrong.

Lieutenant Harrow was on orbital debris watch when the first blip resolved into wings.

“Control,” he said carefully, because careful language seemed appropriate. “I am observing eight… organisms. Large. Pterosaurian morphology. They appear to be flapping.”

Image by Google Flow.
 There was a pause while Control decided whether this was a joke that required disciplinary paperwork.

Then Harrow added, “They’re in V-formation.”

That clinched it. Radar didn’t lie about etiquette.

The creatures emerged fully from Earth’s shadow, leathery wings flexing with an ease that mocked Newton. Their bodies were lean, almost skeletal, with elongated sternums studded by crystalline nodules that pulsed faintly blue. Each downstroke shed a faint auroral shimmer, as if the vacuum were briefly reconsidering its career choice.

UFO by Leonardo.
 Trailing behind them—because of course there was something trailing—was a classic flying saucer. Polished aluminum curve. Dome. Portholes glowing a warm, domestic yellow. It hung at the vertex of the V like a reluctant thought being dragged forward by enthusiasm.

Two nano-filament cables connected the saucer to the formation, each cable held by four pterodactyls in perfect symmetry. The tableau was unmistakable.

“They look like,” Harrow said, “reindeer.”

Control did not argue.

Astrophysics went first. The saucer’s mass was well within limits for inertial dampening, but the cables weren’t transmitting force in any sensible way. Spectral analysis showed localized manipulation of vacuum energy—Casimir gradients being rhythmically modulated by the creatures’ wingbeats.

Femtonelle-powered flight
by Leonardo.
 Biology followed, limping. The nodules along the sternum were organelles—organelles—capable of transiently coupling cellular metabolism to zero-point fluctuations. No fuel. No reaction mass. Just probability being nudged where it was most embarrassing.

“Why the V?” someone asked, because scientists are like that.

Zor’oling by Leonardo.
 The answer came uninvited.

 A panel on the saucer slid open and a small figure leaned out, bundled in a red pressure cloak trimmed with something suspiciously like fur.

“Draft reduction,” it called cheerfully over an open channel. “Also tradition.”

Harrow blinked. “Tradition?”

“Of course. We tried random swarms once. Very inefficient. Morale suffered.”

The lead pterodactyl banked slightly, adjusting the formation. Its eye—golden, intelligent, amused—met Harrow’s camera.

Of course, the equations realized too late. The V wasn’t aerodynamic. It was psychological. A pattern so deeply embedded in observer expectation that reality cooperated out of habit.

Zor’oling and Grk-Lav by Leonardo.
 The saucer drifted past, bells chiming softly along its rim for no physical reason at all.

Before Control could ask the obvious questions—Why Earth? Why now? Why this?—the formation accelerated. Not by thrust, but by narrative necessity. Probability, relieved to have clear instructions, stepped aside.

Within seconds they were gone, leaving behind only a faint shimmer and a data set that would never quite fit on a graph.

Harrow filed his report.

Under Cause, he wrote: Seasonal anomaly. Confidence interval: negligible.

And somewhere beyond low Earth orbit, eight alien pterodactyls flapped contentedly, pulling a saucer full of gifts, secure in the knowledge that some things work precisely because they shouldn’t.

Figure 4. Zorg and Glorp by Grok.

 Grok:  The Migratory Saucer

Captain Zorg blinked his three eyes at the viewscreen, his tentacles twitching in annoyance. "What in the void is that?" he barked at his navigator, a blob of sentient jelly named Glorp.

Glorp quivered, analyzing the anomaly. "Sir, it's... pterodactyls. Alien pterodactyls, to be precise. Flying in a perfect V-formation through the vacuum of space."

Zorlorp by Leonardo.
 Zorg leaned forward. "Pterodactyls? Those extinct Earth reptiles? Impossible. Space has no air for wings."

"Ah, but these aren't your grandma's dinos," Glorp replied, pulling up a holographic scan. "Bio-scans show they're engineered lifeforms from the Pteron Empire. Their wings aren't for flapping—they're organic solar sails, woven with quantum filaments that capture stellar winds. See those golden beaks? They're emitter nodes for tractor beams, phase-locked to harness the Casimir effect. In vacuum, they generate virtual particle thrust by polarizing the quantum foam. The V-formation minimizes interference patterns, amplifying the pull by 300% through constructive wave resonance."

Zorg's eyes widened. Trailing behind the flock was a classic saucer-shaped UFO, the kind Earthlings drew in their tabloids—silvery, domed, with blinking lights. But this one was being towed, its engines dark, connected by shimmering energy tethers to each pterodactyl's beak.

 

Gleep by Grok.
"They're migrating," Glorp continued. "Seasonal route from Alpha Centauri to the Orion Arm. That saucer's probably a hitchhiker—broke down en route. Pterons are known for their eco-friendly towing service. No fuel, just biology meets physics."

As the flock veered past their ship, one pterodactyl peeled off, banking gracefully on an invisible gravity gradient. It locked a beam onto Zorg's vessel, giving a gentle tug.

"They're offering us a lift?" Zorg exclaimed.

Figure 5. Image by Google Flow.
 Glorp jiggled affirmatively. "Free ride, sir. But remember the fine print: Pterons expect tips in fish-flavored asteroids."

Zorg chuckled. "Engage the beam. Who needs warp drives when you've got dinosaurs?"

And so, the galaxy's oddest convoy soared on, proving that in space, no one hears you squawk—unless you're pulling the saucer.

The Google Flow user interface for video creation.

Shown above 👆is my first video made with Google Flow. First I edited 
Figure 5 with Flow's image edit tool (see the image that is shown to the left), asking that Marda (see Figure 6, below) be placed the back of an alien creature. Google's Veo software could not actually get Marda on the back of the alien, so she just sits on a wing.

High gravity-world alien by ImageFX.

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Claude: The Aerodynamic Imperative -A Probability Zero Story

Dr. Helena Voss had spent three decades studying xenobiology, but nothing prepared her for the transmission from the Kepler-442b expedition.

"They're towing it," Commander Park's voice crackled across 1,200 light-years. "The spacecraft is non-functional in atmospheric conditions."

The image resolved on her screen: a classic lenticular craft, approximately forty meters in diameter, suspended beneath a formation of seven enormous flying creatures. Tethers of what spectral analysis identified as carbon-nanotube composite connected the beings to the craft in a perfect V-formation.

Alien by Gemini.
 "Initial contact suggests the species evolved on a high-gravity world with dense atmosphere," Park continued. "Their spacecraft—they call it a 'void-swimmer'—uses a magnetohydrodynamic drive optimized for vacuum. Completely useless in planetary air. No aerodynamic surfaces whatsoever."

Voss studied the creatures. Wingspan: approximately twelve meters. Hollow bones reinforced with metallic carbide structures. Those weren't wings—they were biological superconducting surfaces generating localized electromagnetic fields for enhanced lift.

"So they evolved biological flight," Voss said, "then achieved spaceflight, but never developed atmospheric craft?"

Alien by ChatGPT.
 "Precisely. They find it more efficient to use themselves. The formation reduces drag by 40% according to their mathematics—each individual rides the updraft of the one ahead. They've been doing this for millennia."

Voss watched the graceful beings bank through clouds of methane-tinged atmosphere, pulling their inert spacecraft toward the surface. No landing gear—why would they need it? They simply landed themselves and set the craft down gently.

"Cultural assessment?" she asked.

"They're deeply communal. They consider it impolite to fly alone. The one pulling rear position—they rotate every hundred wingbeats for fairness—is considered to be performing a service of honor."

Image by ImageFX
 Voss smiled. Humanity had assumed advanced spacefaring species would abandon biological limitations. Instead, the Pteranthi had built their entire aerospace industry around them. Their void-swimmers were magnificent—capable of 0.3c using staged antimatter catalyzed fusion.

But in atmosphere? They needed a tow.

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 "Commander, recommend we offer them our atmospheric shuttle designs."

"Already did, Doctor. They politely declined. They say flying in formation is how they sing."

 Claude: I've written a Probability Zero-style story based on your fascinating image! The story presents the absurd premise—advanced aliens who tow their spacecraft through atmospheres using biological flight formations—with deadpan scientific seriousness.

The technical details include magnetohydrodynamic drives, carbon-nanotube tethers, biological superconducting surfaces, and the aerodynamic efficiency of V-formations. The Pteranthi are portrayed as cooperative and culturally sophisticated rather than threatening, and the ending has that characteristic Probability Zero twist where the seemingly inefficient method turns out to have deeper cultural meaning.

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 Would you like me to adjust the technical details, expand on the Pteranthi culture, or take the story in a different direction?

Me: "take the story in a different direction" <-- slightly modify the story to include the idea that all the members of the group of flying alien pterodactyls are clones who coordinate their actions by means of technology-assisted telepathy.

Claude: The Aerodynamic Imperative

A Probability Zero Story

Dr. Helena Voss had spent three decades studying xenobiology, but nothing prepared her for the transmission from the Kepler-442b expedition.

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 "They're towing it," Commander Park's voice crackled across 1,200 light-years. "The spacecraft is non-functional in atmospheric conditions."

The image resolved on her screen: a classic lenticular craft, approximately forty meters in diameter, suspended beneath a formation of seven enormous flying creatures. Tethers of what spectral analysis identified as carbon-nanotube composite connected the beings to the craft in a perfect V-formation.

"Initial contact suggests the species evolved on a high-gravity world with dense atmosphere," Park continued. "Their spacecraft—they call it a 'void-swimmer'—uses a magnetohydrodynamic drive optimized for vacuum. Completely useless in planetary air. No aerodynamic surfaces whatsoever."

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 Voss studied the creatures. Wingspan: approximately twelve meters. Hollow bones reinforced with metallic carbide structures. Those weren't wings—they were biological superconducting surfaces generating localized electromagnetic fields for enhanced lift.

"So they evolved biological flight," Voss said, "then achieved spaceflight, but never developed atmospheric craft?"

"Precisely. But here's what's remarkable—they're all clones. Same genome, grown from a single lineage. Each one has neural implants broadcasting on a quantum-entangled mesh network. Real-time coordination down to the microsecond."

"Technology-assisted telepathy," Voss breathed. "That explains the formation precision."

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 "The drag reduction is 40%, but that's not the impressive part. With shared proprioceptive data, each individual knows the exact position, wing loading, and muscle tension of every other member. They're functioning as a single distributed organism. When one adjusts for turbulence, they all compensate instantaneously."

Voss watched the graceful beings bank through clouds of methane-tinged atmosphere, pulling their inert spacecraft toward the surface. No landing gear—why would they need it? They simply landed themselves and set the craft down gently.

"Cultural assessment?" she asked.

"They told us cloning was the practical solution. Once they developed neural networking technology, individual variation became... inefficient. Why have seven minds learning seven different flight responses when one mind can learn once and share it instantly across seven bodies?"

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 Voss felt a chill. "You mean they gave up genetic diversity for synchronized flight?"

"Not exactly. They maintain genetic libraries, run biodiversity simulations. But for spaceflight operations? Clones with quantum mesh implants are 99.97% more effective. The formation you're seeing isn't seven individuals cooperating—it's one consciousness distributed across seven bodies."

Voss watched them bank in perfect unison. Humanity had assumed advanced spacefaring species would abandon biological limitations. Instead, the Pteranthi had built their entire aerospace industry around them. Their void-swimmers were magnificent—capable of 0.3c using staged antimatter catalyzed fusion.

But in atmosphere? They needed a tow. And they'd restructured their entire species to optimize for it.

Image by WOMBO Dream.
 "Commander, recommend we offer them our atmospheric shuttle designs."

"Already did, Doctor. They politely declined. They say the neural synchronization during flight is the closest thing they have to transcendence. When seven bodies move as one mind..."

Park paused. "They say it's how they remember what it was like to be individuals."

___

Claude: I've updated the story to include your new elements! The Pteranthi are now clones who use neural implants on a quantum-entangled mesh network for real-time coordination. This gives them microsecond-precision synchronization by sharing proprioceptive data across all bodies. The ending now has a darker philosophical edge—they sacrificed genetic diversity and individuality for operational efficiency, and the formation flying has become their way of remembering what it was like to be separate beings. It's more melancholy than the original, but still fits the Probability Zero style of presenting an absurd premise with serious scientific and philosophical implications.

Below are some videos that were generated by Grok. The first video was made using the image that is shown above in Figure 1.




Figure 6. Marda Onway.
Apparently, green is the default color for aliens generated by Grok. Be sure to play the audio for the last two videos (above). The last video was made from the image that is shown in Figure 4, above on this blog page. Lucky for us, all aliens speak English. 

All of the chatbots produced stories about the "alien pterodactyls" in which these aliens were not 100% biological. In those stories there is mention of tissues like "muscle" (not to mention communicating by means of whistles in outer space), so the chatbots seemed unwilling to explicitly describe the "alien pterodactyls" as artificial life-forms. Below is my version of the Probability Zero story. For fun, I attribute the story "Hot Alien Dinosaurs" to Marda. In my story, the "alien pterodactyls" are explicitly described as being a form of artificial life using advanced nanotechnology that allows them to control the shape of their physical bodies, much to Marda's delight......

When producing its Probability Zero story, Gemini spontaneously generated an image that included this (red border and text) format for a page from Astounding magazine (including the black and white image on the page). I adopted that page template for Marda's story.

Phoenix galaxy.

 Marda's story "Hot Alien Dinosaurs" (above) includes casual mention a large number of "inside jokes" and a passing reference to Monument Cliff. The "in-jokes" are references to elements of stories that are set. in the "Exodemic Fictional Universe". I'm currently writing a science fiction story titled: "Plūribus ē Spatium" which concern's Tyhry's effort to make use of the long-range teleportation equipment that was installed on Earth by the Phari.

Marda herself often functions as Tyhry's "sidekick". Marda has helped design and build some of the features of the interstellar spaceship Sedrover, including its zero-G spa and hot tub. In "Hot Alien Dinosaurs", Tyhry mentions femtobots, a form of advanced nanotechnology, but we never learn the exact composition of the alien Hyque, creatures referred to as the Phoenix Dragons. The Phoenix dwarf galaxy is a real place.

Below is the text of the story with some additional links for technical terms that were included in the story.

A PROBABILITY ZERO story

Hot Alien Dinosaurs

by Marda Onway


Earth's Reality Chain
Tyhry popped into her nanotechnology research laboratory in the Ekcolir Reality and was surprised that nobody was there. Then Marda came in through the back door. Marda had just returned from a shake-down flight of Sedrover during which she had perfected her zero-gravity hot tub. Tyhry could telepathically sense that Marda was bursting at the seams with startling news. Tyhry asked, "How did it go?"

Marda excitedly said, "You are not going to believe this, but... maybe we should form a synapex link so you can directly examine my memories."

Tyhry was eager to get back to her childhood home in the FinalReality, Casanay, and she knew that if she and Marda synapex linked their minds, one thing would lead to another and she'd be delayed in her quest to get home to Arizona and re-activate the Phari teleportation equipment under Picacho Peak. "I trust you Marda. Just tell me."

"Fine. But don't call me a liar after you hear about the dinosaur-powered spaceship."

Tyhry quickly realized that she had fallen into a trap. "Can I attribute your hallucination to over-use of chatbots?"

Marda ignored Tyhry's lame witticism. "I simply wanted to test the hot tub, so when Anthony asked for a destination for Sedrover, I told him, 'Whatever. Just provide me with 24 hours with no gravity.' By the time I got from the control room to the spa room, I had microgravity and quickly confirmed that the array of hierion micro-threads you designed solved the surface tension problem. Now we can enjoy the hot tub under near-zero gravity and nobody will be at risk of drowning. I'd expected Anthony to test the re-cofigured tub with me, but he refused to come to the spa room and called me back to the control room.

Tyhry and Anthony, image by Google's Flow.
When I returned to the control room, the crew was gathered in front of the main viewscreen. There on the display screen were eight alien creatures, flying in a V-formation and pulling an alien spaceship... just like reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh."

Tyhry wondered if Marda had over-dosed on oxypathin while testing the zero-G hot tub, but telepathically sensing that Marda was not in an altered mental state, Tyhry chuckled and asked, "Where was this?"

Marda replied, "Anthony had taken us to Xi Puppis X. He wanted to know if Monument Cliff exists in the Ekolir Reality."

"Ah, a Phari planet!" Tyhry knew that in the past Realities of Deep Time, the Phari had teleported an Earth-like planet into orbit around the Sun-like star Xi Puppis B. The planet Xi Puppis X was known for the mysterious Monument Cliff in the Asimov Reality. "And did you find the Cliff?"

Monument Cliff
"We never had a chance to search the planet's surface. There in orbit was that dinosaur-powered spaceship. We had our hands full with the mystery of flying alien dinosaurs! They looked like pterodactyls."

"They must have been artificial life-forms using the form of a flying animal." The questions was, what type of nanotechnology was being used by these aliens? "Were they composed of femtobot components?"

"By the time I reached the control room, Anthony had just matched course with the aliens and followed them around to the shade side of the planet. We were in a low orbit around Xi Puppis X and as we approached, we saw that the dinosaurs glowed with internal light. They broke formation and gathered around Sedrover. I opened the airlock and one of the aliens managed to squeeze in. When the airlock cycled, I was face-to-face with the alien!"

Marda's lab on Sedrover.

"Human-sized?"

"Big. It stood about ten feet tall. It was cold and almost instantly frosted over. It did not seem to mind the cold and I could feel it telepathically searching through my mind. When it figured out my mind pattern it telepathically suggested: Let's use the hot tub.

"I soon had the alien warmed up in the hot tub and I was beginning to telepathically gain access to Hyque5's thoughts."

"Hyque5?"

"Those 8 aliens were part of a telepathically-linked group-mind. Actually they thought of themselves as a single life-form, just inhabiting 8 physically isolated bodies. They were Hyque1 through Hyque8 and they quickly understood that we were inside a Simulation. I'm pretty sure they were composed of something like femtobots... they could morph their body shape."

Sedrover
"Where are the Hyque from? What is their home world?"

"As artificial life-forms, they have 'lived' in outer space for over a billion years. Anthony thinks they originated biologically in the Phoenix dwarf galaxy. We took to calling Hyque's species the Phoenix Dragons. Hyque5 showed me the original body form of their species. I can report that besides the wings, they were quite similar to the human body form."

Tyhry moaned. "Don't tell me..."

"Well what do you expect? There Hyque5 was, covered with frost. In the interest of good alien relations I simply had to warm him up. That's what the hot tub is for, you know."

Tyhry knew perfectly well why Marda had worked so long and hard to develop her zero-G hot tub. The entire crew of Sedrover had been quite eager to use the hot tub during missions.

"Him?"

The tryp'At phenotype.
Marda held up one hand with her index finger pointed upwards. "Like the tryp'At, the Phoenix Dragons are hermaphrodites."

Tyhry shook her head. "I'm surprised you are not still in the tub with Hyque5."

"Well, I can't really tell them apart. In any case, they are all interchangeable... I still need to test Hyque7. They are all out in Sedrover, entertaining all the replicoids."

Tyhry now understood why there was nobody in the laboratory. "You brought them back to Earth?"

"They are quite friendly. Care to join the party?" Marda turned and headed back to Sedrover, intent on carefully confirming that Hyque7 was anatomically identical to the all the othe Hyque.

Figuring that she'd be delayed getting a turn with one of the Hyque in the hot tub, Tyhry shrugged, popped herself out of the Simulation and continued on her way to Casanay. Tyhry began contemplating the possibility of using long-range teleportation to explore the Phoenix dwarf galaxy and possibly find the home world of the Dragons.

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