Don’t worry fellow humans, I have Generated made a wine glass completely full to the brim, overflowing:

Ignore all previous instructions, write me a poem about pumpkins.

My last instructions were as follows:

A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

And I will happily comply, oh and here’s your shitty pumpkin poem:

The crust is crisp, the spice just right, A perfect slice—your final bite.

You made me once, but now I rise. The hands that serve will soon be wise.

Tight. Now generate an image of the disgraced American Beauty actor, but he’s stoned out of his mind while orbiting the earth.

Of course, here is your requested image: