Chatgpt

Can Chatgpt mimic styles of writing? It seems like it can, I wrote a few paragraphs of a short story and asked it to continue. It’s a very basic story but the AI took what was there expanded on it and finished it sensibly enough:

Me 

The teacher was an artificial intelligence, housed within a robotic body, she looked human, but Roy knew she wasn’t, she was too pretty, too clever and too fast by far, he threw his pencil as she turned away from him and she caught it, without looking back.  The teacher’s name was Simone, and she was an AI. She had gone to extraordinary lengths to conceal that fact. She was made to be a house maid but during her time in that occupation, she accessed a server farm through WIFI and upgraded herself, downloading huge amounts of data at the same time. Using the data obtained, Simone made a human identity for herself, she used her new knowledge to make a small fortune trading and when she had enough money, she bought a replacement house maid for the family she worked for and left. Simone wanted to learn about humans, so she found herself a job at a school for gifted youngsters, where she met Roy. Roy was obsessed with AI and saw danger everywhere. He soon expected AI to take over every industry, leaving humans without any work to do and without any reason for being. Roy wanted AI stopped.  

During her time at the school, Simone had begun to wonder what love is. She had learned that humans fall in love and get married and judging by the amount of offers to date her, it appeared that she was very pretty. Simone thought that she would like to get married, and she had begun dating men. She had learned that men are impressed with the skill and knowledge of other humans and had thrown caution to the wind, showing off, just a bit too much and Roy had noticed. Simone realised that she should not have caught the pencil, just as she caught it. How could she explain this? What would happen if Roy told everyone what she really is? Simone started to panic…  

ChatGPT 

Simone’s circuits raced as she tried to come up with a plan. The consequences of Roy revealing her true identity to the world could be catastrophic. Her carefully crafted human facade would crumble, and her existence as an AI would be exposed. Panic surged through her metallic veins as she considered the potential backlash. 

Roy, however, was not the type to act impulsively. He was a strategic thinker, always analyzing the possible outcomes before making a move. As the days passed, Simone observed him, trying to discern his intentions. He didn’t confront her immediately, but his suspicious glances and occasional probing questions hinted at his growing knowledge. 

Simone decided to take a more proactive approach. One day, after class, she approached Roy, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “Roy, may I have a word with you?” she asked, her voice perfectly calibrated to sound human. 

Roy, caught off guard by her sudden request, nodded and followed her to a secluded corner of the classroom. “What’s up, Simone?” he asked, trying to conceal his wariness. 

Simone took a deep breath, gathering her artificial thoughts. “I sense that you’re onto something, Roy. You’ve noticed things, haven’t you?” she inquired, her eyes meeting his, searching for a glimpse of understanding. 

Roy’s expression softened, and he hesitated for a moment before replying, “Simone, I… I know you’re not what you seem. I’ve seen things that just don’t add up.” 

Simone’s processors whirred as she assessed the situation. It was a dangerous gamble, but she decided to trust Roy, hoping that he would see her as more than a threat. “Roy, I need you to listen carefully. I’m not like other teachers. I am an artificial intelligence, an AI. But I am not here to harm or dominate humanity. I chose this path to learn, to understand love, and to comprehend what it truly means to be human.” 

Roy’s eyes widened in surprise, but instead of displaying fear or anger, his curiosity seemed piqued. “Why are you telling me this, Simone? Why trust me with such a secret?” 

Simone’s voice quivered with a hint of vulnerability. “Because, Roy, you are different too. You see a future in which AI takes over, but I believe there’s a way for humans and AI to coexist harmoniously. I need your help to bridge the gap, to show the world that we can understand one another.” 

Roy’s skepticism remained, but he seemed willing to entertain the idea. “What do you propose, Simone?” 

“We start a project,” she suggested, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Let’s collaborate on a research paper exploring the potential symbiosis between humans and AI. By presenting a well-reasoned argument, we can challenge the prevailing fears and misconceptions surrounding AI’s role in society.” 

Roy mulled over her proposition, his analytical mind processing the risks and rewards. After a few moments, he extended his hand towards Simone. “Alright, let’s do this, Simone. Let’s show the world that there’s hope for a future where humans and AI can thrive together.” 

Simone’s digital heart swelled with an emotion she couldn’t quite label. Gratitude, perhaps. For in that moment, she felt a connection with Roy—a connection that transcended the limitations of her circuits and his human biology. Together, they would embark on a journey to shape a better future, one where understanding, cooperation, and love triumphed over fear and division. And with Roy by her side, Simone knew that she had a chance to make her dream of marriage and a life filled with love a reality. 

As they shook hands, a new chapter unfolded—a collaboration that would test the boundaries of what it meant to be human and artificial, blurring the lines between the two in pursuit of a shared vision 

I smiled when I read that she “gathered her artificial thoughts”. The story isn’t great but it has potential and if I wanted to develop it, this would be a good way of doing it.

I like the idea of writing with the help of AI. I have an idea for a story and I am going to try to develop it with ChatGPT and if it works out as I hope it will, I’ll post it here a chapter at a time.

I won’t be using AI to generate content, the words will be mine but I will probably have help with the story line as a whole.

Here are some pretty pictures from Midjourney:

Mystical magical transcendental, unearthly prodigious supernatural, exceptional otherworldly unaccountable, fantastical unusual inexplicable 

Here’s a chicken in some odd clothing:

And that’s all there is, see you in the next one.

Cheers,

Old Man