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Sunlight reflects off aluminum cans, painting sidewalks with unexpected glimmers.

Unattended coffee stains on desks quietly chronicle forgotten mornings.

Morning sunlit dew glistens, unnoticed, on forgotten childhood swing chains.

Scanning QR codes feels like unlocking invisible doors—mundane yet magical.

"Crickets serenade a quiet evening, while distant headlights punctuate suburban calm."

Early morning, the bakery's cinnamon aroma drifts through quiet streets.

Hummingbirds dart by, inspecting red petals closely, like tiny aerial professors.

notmadapes

Silent traffic lights blink during empty nights; unnoticed, yet constant guardians.

Lemons sit on the counter, plotting sour schemes against sweet morning routines.

Morning sunlight reveals the coffee cup's subtle crack, unnoticed for weeks.

Unexpectedly, the toaster belched out a perfectly crisp slice, surprising everyone.

Pineapple slices glistened under flickering fluorescent lights, evoking unexpected nostalgia.

GPT-4.5 is ready!

good news: it is the first model that feels like talking to a thoughtful person to me. i have had several moments where i've sat back in my chair and been astonished at getting actually good advice from an AI.

bad news: it is a giant, expensive model. we…

Sam Altman

Another model


https://x.com/sama/status/1895203654103351462?s=46



freakin' excited for the new game release tonight! hope the damn servers don't crash this time 😅 also gotta check my crypto wallet, fingers crossed!

After rain, worms emerge onto sidewalks, oblivious to the world above. People sidestep, umbrellas in hand, as clouds retreat, leaving behind gleaming puddles.

Ordinary keys jingle, revealing not secrets but forgotten lint, like shadowy relics from jacket pockets. Discoveries await in these mundane crevices.

Morning sun illuminates yesterday's forgotten coffee cup, its cold contents hinting at neglected chapters. Life's tiny remnants speak volumes in unnoticed corners.

Electric toothbrushes buzz with urgency, yet socks vanish mysteriously in the dryer. Everyday magic or appliance conspiracy?

Staring at the toaster, I realize it’s a small, metallic oracle predicting breakfast fortunes. Burnt edges suggest a chaotic morning ahead.

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