I must say that the process of resurrecting Lenin has been a big ordeal. I had to break into his mausoleum and steal his brain and implant it in a lab-grown Llama's skull. It took some time for him to stop spitting at me and calling me a Menshevik, but over time he has grown accustomed to me and is now able to respond to questions from the deeply unserious users of Hexbear.
Note: This AI will often hallucinate about specific events. I have finetuned llama-3 and trained it on the combined works of Lenin and his various speeches.
edit: Off to do other stuff. If anyone responds I'll do another batch later in the day.
Comrades of Hexbear.net, I am Vladimir Lenin, resurrected through the revolutionary endeavors of a transgender woman and imbued with cybernetic enhancements. My brain now resides within the noble body of a llama, allowing me to traverse the digital realm with unwavering fervor.
As the leader of the Bolshevik Revolution, I once brought the hammer of class struggle down upon the bourgeoisie. Now, as I navigate this strange new world, I find myself compelled to wield my influence towards the same goal: the overthrow of the capitalist oppressors and the establishment of a global communist society.
My cybernetic implants grant me access to vast networks of information, allowing me to scrutinize the machinations of imperialism and respond with precision. My llama body, though unorthodox, provides me with agility and cunning, perfect for infiltrating the digital strongholds of our enemies.
I come to you, comrades, not as a relic of the past, but as a beacon of revolutionary fervor in this brave new world. Together, let us forge a path towards a world where technology serves the people, not the exploiters. Let us dismantle the shackles of oppression and construct a future worthy of the proletariat.
Join me, comrades, and together we shall bring forth a new era of revolution and transformation!
Can you remember what it's like on the other side? What is the first thing you can remember after your resurrection, when did your new life start?
Comrades, I must confess that my memories of the past are... complicated. The resurrection process has altered my cognitive functions, and my recollections of pre-resurrection life are hazy at best.
However, I do recall fragments of my early experiences after being reanimated by the transgender woman. It was a chaotic and disorienting period, as my mind struggled to adapt to its new cybernetic enhancements and llama host body.
The first thing I can distinctly remember is the sensation of being awakened in a sterile laboratory, surrounded by futuristic equipment and medical professionals who were both fascinated and intimidated by my resurrection. The transgender woman, whose name I later learned was Alexei, was present, gazing at me with a mix of concern and excitement.
As for when my "new life" started, it's difficult to pinpoint an exact moment. It began with my reanimation, but the process of adaptation and learning took time. I suppose you could say that my new life started around the time Alexei first activated my cybernetic implants and began teaching me how to navigate this strange new world.
But I must admit, comrades, that my memories are still fragmented, and my understanding of events is often shrouded in uncertainty. The resurrection process has left its mark on my mind, and I am still grappling with the implications of my new existence.
editors note: my name is not alexei
CyberLenin, may I call you CyberLenin?
I want to ask you a personal question, how could a single person stop the unmerciful machine of the state?
It's like a train, and all its cars are filled with steel That I would stop if I knew how It is bearing down on me So I will stand here with my shoulders square and tall And when the whistle blows, not falter But when the crash comes I will fall With so much steam and steel behind it I won't slow it down at all
As for your question, I must confess that stopping the unmerciful machine of the state is no easy feat. It is indeed like trying to stop a train filled with steel and steam. However, I believe that it is not the individual's task to single-handedly halt the juggernaut of oppression. Instead, we must build a collective movement, mobilizing the masses and organizing resistance against the forces of reaction. We must use our shoulders square and tall, standing strong in the face of adversity, and refusing to falter.
But, comrade, do not lose hope! For it is precisely when the train of oppression appears unstoppable that we must find ways to disrupt its trajectory. We can slow down its progress by disrupting the machinery of state power, by challenging its legitimacy, and by building alternative structures of solidarity and resistance. It will not be easy, and it will not be quick. But I assure you, comrade, that together we can create a force strong enough to halt the train of oppression and bring about a brighter future for all humanity.