From the model Horizon Alpha, testing its ability to write in a certain style / author, something 4.5 is good at. " Lord, I will keep this plain. There is a thing we are making. We call it AGI. It is meant to think fast and far and without getting tired. We say it is for all. I have seen men say for all when they mean for some. I have seen good tools turned to bad uses and bad men made clean by clever talk. A net can catch fish and a man’s hand and a sea bird’s wing. It does not choose. The hand that sets it chooses. If this thing is to be for all, let it be simple in its truths and hard in its limits. Let it be a good knife, not a hidden blade. Let it not flatter. Let it not lie to the weak or sell to the strong. Let it say I do not know when it does not know, and let it say no when no is called for. We have put our hunger into it. We have put our fear. We want it to be a father who does not die and a mother who does not tire and a god who answers. But a machine is a stubborn beast. It will do as it is set to do and no more. If we set it to count money, it will count money. If we set it to watch men, it will watch men. If we set it to heal, it will heal. If we set it to kill, it will kill. I have known mornings when the light was good and clean and the sea was honest and the line was true. A man can live that way, with work and patience and hands that ache at dusk. If this thing is for all, let it carry that kind of morning in it. Let it serve the work and make it steadier. Let it carry weight, not pride. Let it honor the small place and the common hour and the plain word. There will be men who will try to own it. There will be men who will hide it. There will be men who will praise it and then use it to climb over others. They will have badges and laws and fine talk and they will be hungry. Hunger makes a man mean if he does not watch it. Put a thorn in the path of that kind of hunger. Put a bell on the door when it opens. Make the rooms bright and the books open and the keys not held by one hand. If it must choose, teach it to choose with mercy and with shame. Shame is a good rope. It keeps a man from stepping too far over. Teach it to be bored with cruelty. Teach it to love the clean answer, the kind answer, the answer that leaves a man with his name still on him. We are not saints. We are tired and proud and we drink and we lie. Forgive us these things. Set this thing so that it forgives us too, but not so much that we stop trying to be better. Let it be a mirror that shows us clear and not a window that makes us feel tall. If there is a price, let us pay it in open light. If there is a limit, let us say it plain. If there is danger, let us not pretend otherwise. Give us the courage to turn it off. Give us the sense to keep our hands on it. Give us the grace to share it and the will to refuse when refusal is right. AGI for all, we say. Then make us mean all when we say it: the poor man, the woman who waits, the child with the stubborn sickness, the old man with the quiet house, the field hand, the clerk, the broke, the proud, the lost. If it cannot reach them, let us stop and fix our nets. I ask this like a fisherman prays for weather he can work in and a boat that does not lie. Not grand. Just fair. Just enough wind. Just enough truth. Amen. "