Are we losing touch?

With the right prompts and enough credits (I have fourteen 😳). Imagine what I could do with more. Problem is Chat GPT writes better and faster. For something without a heartbeat and no emotion - what will happen to people like me? Have I entered a field in which I will soon be redundant? What comes next. Acting with Brain3? Busking with a 3D printed guitar? We should have a limit on our potential, should we not?

So why is Wonder Woman in a fishbowl? Looking for a snack? Or just communing with nature? No, it's my cartoon, wishing you were here. See the AI still does not understand Pink Floyd at least.

The dystopian love story with a twist.

Listen closely, my dear friend,

To a tale that may make your heart bend,

Of a love born in a world of despair,

Where betrayal lurked everywhere.

In a dystopian land of bleakness and gloom,

Where hope was scarce and joy was a tomb,

There lived a girl with a heart of gold,

And a boy with a spirit that never grew old.

Their love was like a flame in the night,

Burning bright despite the fright,

Of a world where trust was a rare commodity,

And deceit was the only commonality.

They thought their love was unbreakable,

But alas, their trust was penetrable,

For the boy had a secret, a treacherous plan,

To betray the girl and seize power in his hand.

He sold her out to the rulers of the land,

In exchange for a position of command,

And as she was dragged away in chains,

He realized his love had been in vain.

Now he lives with the guilt and pain,

Of the love he lost in his lust for gain,

And though he may rule with an iron fist,

His heart is shattered, forever amiss.

Now, besides the hackney rhyme: I added a twist:

The boy, consumed by guilt and shame,

Could not bear to live with his name,

For he knew he had caused her pain,

And his soul could not be the same.

He picked up a knife, with a trembling hand,

And plunged it deep into his own gland,

But as he lay dying on the ground,

He heard a familiar sound.

It was the girl, returned from the dead,

A powerful assassin with a mission ahead,

To take revenge on the ones who had betrayed,

And the boy who had loved, but then strayed.

The boy looked up, with tears in his eyes,

And saw her standing, with a fierce disguise,

He knew she had the power to end his life,

But instead, she offered him a knife.

She said, "I still love you, with all my heart,

And I know we've been torn apart,

But I can't let you die in pain,

Let me release you from this bane."

The boy was surprised, but grateful too,

For her love was still pure and true,

He took the knife and held it tight,

And said his final goodbye to the light.

And as his soul ascended high,

He knew he had made the ultimate lie,

But in the end, love had conquered all,

Even in a world where betrayal could enthrall.

The end.

Now the funny part of this exercise:

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Correct. I used open source for fiction, and it cautions me? Evidently. Fiction and fantasy writers are safe!

Next experiment: Putting words in my favourite musical legend's mouths. Perhaps not, I'd rather sing it myself

Here's a hint: "I will always love you…Fly me to the moon. ☯️💜🙏

Well, that WAS fun. Cold sweat dripping down my back. Will I ever sleep again? Would I want to…I know I should, but rest comes easy to the blissfully ignorant. I have not met bliss as yet. Sure, hope I do.

Still human 💥🤍 Still humane?

Signing off, laugh till you weep, keep love in your heart, and don't lose your marbles. You know what they say about juggling glass balls. Keep up the momentum and don't blink.

Resigner

#justmoveforward

#freetheradio