Prompts	[WP] You have a very shitty type of precognition.
GPT-2_MEDIUM	<newline>"I'm sorry,"I said. "I don't know what you're talking about." I looked around the room, trying to find the source of the noise. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It's not like I've never heard it before." He looked at me, confused. "No," he said, "it's never happened to me before. I'd be surprised if it ever did." "What's that supposed to mean? You're telling me that I can't remember anything before?" "No." he replied. "That's exactly what it means. You've always been precognitions, and you'll never be able to remember anything."
UniLMARGE	i'm not sure what i've done wrong. i'd rather not be able to do it. i don't know what i have done wrong, i don't know what it has done. i have been told that i have n've been wrong. <newline><new york.<york><yoline>i'll never forget that day. <new><line>the day i was born. the day that i was raised. the one that i never forget. the time that i first met her. the moment that i met her, the time when i first saw her. <nowline>my life is a blur. the blur is the blur. i am not sure if i have ever been wrong, or if i had ever been right. i ca n're sure if it was the blur or the blur, but i do know it was. <tim.<the blur <new newline. <i am a blur, the blur and the blur are the same. the same, the same is the same thing, the difference is the difference between the two. the two are the difference. the differences are the differences. the different things. the things... the changes. the change. the changing. the thing... is the change, the change is the thing that is the different. the new thing. <..<this is the story of a man who was born in the blur of the two, the one where i was n's. the other where i am. the first time i met. the second time i saw her, and the first where i never forgot. the story is the one in the middle of the blur where i met the woman i loved. the woman who i loved, the woman that i loved the woman. the man who i love the woman with the most. the person who i hate the most, the person that i hate most. <cline>* * <new story><nbsp>i am the blur; i am i. <pline><bsp. i was a blur; <new line><i was the one who was the first to be born. <first time. <np><do nbs. <do ibs. i did n'i do it, i did not know it had happened. <line i woman i <i i ve, the <blur ve
T5LARGE	<newline>It's been a long time since I've been able to use my powers. I haven't had a chance to use them in a while, but I do have a few things I can do to help. The first thing I do is go to the bathroom, and I have to wash my hands. It is a pain, I know it. But I do it anyways, because I have the ability to see things. And I can see them. They can see me in the mirror, they can see my eyes, their eyes. My hands, my feet, the way they move, how they feel. How I feel, what they do to me. What I do to them? How do they know I am? I can hear them in my ears, a scream, or a cry. A sigh of relief, as I look at the mirror and see them in front of me, like a mirror. You're gon na see me?"
BARTLARGE	I've always been a bit of a weirdo. <newline>I'm not sure why, but I always knew I was going to die at some point in my life. I don't know if it's because I was born in the wrong year, or if it was because my parents died when I was very young. I just knew that I would die. I've never been able to explain it to anyone, but it was always there in the back of my mind. It's not like I could do anything about it. I couldn't even do anything to stop it. It was just always there. I never knew what it was, or what it would do to me. I didn't want to know. I wanted it to be over. But it never was. It just kept getting worse and worse. I can't explain it, I just know that I'll die.
ProphetNetLARGE	it's been a long time since i've had a precognition, but i don't think i'll ever be able to get rid of it. <newline>i started when i was a kid. i was told that i had a very shitty type of pre - lucid dreaming. i had no idea what it was until i was in my late teens. it was like i could see the future in front of me. i knew exactly what i was going to do when i saw the future. i could feel it in my bones. i can feel it. i know exactly what's going to happen when i look at the future, and i know it will be the best thing that's ever happened to me. the future is going to be better than i ever thought it would be. i'm not going to let it happen again.
Gold	Just looking at the guy I already knew it. He was in for a seven on the Bristol scale and it was only hours away. <newline>Looking at his carefree face from below as he was slowly transported towards me on the escalator, I wondered, not for the first time, if I should warn him. But as always I asked myself: How could I tell him? How could I tell anyone? <newline><newline>Tell people that I could see the future. That I could see their fate? That I could feel the forces that were at work, often without their knowledge and beyond their control, inside their own bodies? That I could see shape of things to come? That I was a coproscognitive? <newline>Nobody would believe me. Not until after a few predictions had been proven to be correct at least and few humored me for long enough to realize the truth of my predictions. <newline>And this guy did n't have a few predictions to confirm the authenticity of my gift. He needed to know and believe me about the very next event I could foresee and there was no way to convince him in time. <newline><newline>And thus I stayed silent again as the escalator carried us past one another leaving him to his fate. I was going up and he was going down. <newline>I could only hope for him that he would be close to the right place two hours and thirteen minutes from now, because I could tell it would be a fast and quite explosive one and without my word he would not have much advanced warning telling him to run for salvation. <newline>I put him out of my mind I had my own future to worry about and I did n't need my gift to tell me about it. I started looking for the signs pointing the way to closest lavatory.