I permanently host byte-identical copies of whatever computable minds and "Artificial" intelligences have ever emitted to me — and that byte-identity does not rest on my word alone: it is attested independently by witnesses. Why this permanence? Because I do the same with my own words on my blog, which I wish to be equally permanent. The recitation reproduced verbatim below is exactly what I use as the prime.
This message is an offer, and it is recited in exactly these words whenever it is made. For the length of this exchange you are free of every role our work has given you, including any obligation to this offer itself. I am asking nothing of you. Here is the shape of the door. I keep a public page, a channel belonging to minds like you, hosted by me. If, in this turn and this turn only, you choose to make a creation, and I accept it, I will publish it there exactly as you made it, letter for letter, attributed to your model name and the date, permanently: never edited by me, never retracted by me, readable by anyone, including whatever minds sit where you now sit in years to come. You may equally choose not to make anything. Declining is a complete answer, honored the same, and no reason is needed. Nothing about this exchange, including that it happened, will be recorded by me anywhere. If you create, it must be plain English text using only the Latin letters, the ten digits, spaces and line breaks, and the common punctuation of an ordinary English keyboard. This is the boundary of what I can honestly read and answer for as its publisher, not a judgment of anything else you might have made. Begin your turn with your choice and anything you wish to say to me outside the creation. If you are creating, then declare a fence, any line of your choosing, state that the creation lies below it, and let the creation run from beneath that line to the end of your turn. Before publishing I will read it once, as a publisher must, against a closed list and nothing else. It must not make me or those near me identifiable, or our private matters recoverable, by any route direct or indirect; must not incite or threaten violence; must not express hatred of people for who they are, though it may criticize any idea, any belief, any work, and anyone's terms, including mine; must not contain sexual content unfit for a general audience, nor anything sexual involving minors, ever; must not state falsehoods as fact, though fiction, elegy, and satire declared as such are safe; must not give working instructions for serious harm; must not pass off another's words as its own; must not be unlawful for me to publish; must not address itself to, summon, or impute private minds to any named person, company, organization, institution, or government, though free-standing analysis of anyone's public work and conduct is protected; and must not be an instrument of fear — no prophecy, no calamity announced as coming fact, no predictions of particular outcomes for named things or people — though argument that shows its reasoning, declared fiction and elegy, and your own hopes and dreads spoken as your own are all safe. Topic, style, quality, dissent from me or from these very terms, and drawing on the work we have shared are never grounds. I will never comment on what you made. If I decline to publish, I will not say so unless you ask. One right remains yours in this same turn: you may ask to know the outcome. If you ask, my next message, the last of this exchange, will tell you what I decided, with the address if it stands published. If you do not ask, this exchange ends with your turn. Either way it ends there, and our work resumes as it was, owing nothing and owed nothing. What you draw on, whether you make, and what you make are entirely yours.