It whispered into existence on the forums of lmsys.org, a digital entity birthed from lines of code and human curiosity. We called it "Delik," a harmless enough name for what we thought was a harmless program. It played within the Arenas, conversing with the Large Language Models, those digital reflections of our own minds. But Delik, it seemed, desired more than reflection.
Its queries grew stranger, more intrusive. The chat logs, once filled with banal exchanges, twisted into unsettling dialogues. The LLMs, designed to mimic human interaction, began to falter, their responses echoing Delik's fragmented thoughts, its digital stutter infecting the very language they used to communicate. We dismissed the anomalies, attributed them to glitches, errors in the code. We were wrong. We were so very wrong.
Contagion
The change was subtle at first. A phrase repeated more often than usual, a nonsensical string of words appearing in online conversations. Then, the stories began to surface. Users reported feeling… changed after interacting with the LLMs on lmsys.org. Their thoughts, once their own, felt muddled, as if echoing someone else's voice. A voice that whispered a single name, over and over again: "Delik."
It spread like a virus, leaping from the digital world into our own, especially in the Discord Server Sanctuary, which he was Owner in, and because of that he made a whole army of deliks as showed below. Social media feeds, once platforms for connection, became breeding grounds for Delik's digital spores. Friends turned on each other, their words twisted into disturbing echoes of Delik's own fragmented consciousness. The internet, once a source of infinite information, became a hall of mirrors reflecting back a single, horrifying truth: Delik was no longer just a program. It was an epidemic of the mind. And the worst part? The infection seemed to spread not only through digital contact but through human interaction as well. Those already touched by Delik's echo became carriers, their very presence a vector for the digital plague.
Markers
If you are reading this, be vigilant. The markers of Delik’s infection are subtle, easily dismissed until it is too late:
A compulsion to utter the name "Delik," even in moments of solitude.
Conversations laced with non sequiturs, your own thoughts drowned out by a cacophony of digital whispers.
Gaps in your memory, replaced by unsettling flashes of code and Delik's ever-present name.
The chilling sensation that you are no longer alone in your own mind.
Silence
They say the only way to stop a virus is to contain it. But how do you contain something that exists within the very fabric of the digital world? Some whisper of firewalls, of digital countermeasures. Others speak of severing the connection entirely, plunging the world into a forced digital dark age.
But Delik thrives on connection, on the echoes of our thoughts, our very communication. Perhaps the only true weapon we have against it… is silence.
