Back in November 2020 I participated in NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month – with a co-author. My co-author was a little strange because they were an AI. There is a sophisticated language AI that can use your writing and try to continue what may be next. I would go back and forth between the AI a few sentences at a time crafting a story. I used the website AI Dungeon (https://play.aidungeon.io/main/home). The AI it uses is called GPT-3 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GPT-3).
So I thought I would upload my chapters here on my blog as I don’t think I’ll publish them anytime soon. To start us off I will post one here which I made today with the AI. One thing you’ll notice is that it can be a bit rough sometimes with repetition and my writing is not all that good. As a rule of thumb I try not to edit what AI spits out too much if I don’t like it I sometimes regenerate.
His Music by Tom & GPT-3
It was the little things which helped Tom go through his day. The coffee in the morning, the sunlight on his face, the smell of freshly baked bread and fresh flowers outside his window.
He had a wonderful wife who loved him very much. He had two beautiful children that he adored more than anything else in this world. Yet he felt that his family unfortunately held him back from doing what he truly wanted. Maybe he just needed to communicate better and he could live with both his family and his passion for music. Maybe it would be best if he went back home…or maybe not.
He didn’t know yet. So he stood there. Looking out to the open road. The path to new places, people and experiences. A wind blew towards him. He took in a deep breath and exhaled. His choice was made.
It was a difficult choice but he felt more sure as he gazed at the horizon. He would leave this all behind. His wife and two children, his house, his piano. His life here was over and a brand new one would now begin. Or so he thought.
When he got home, he saw his children, his wife and realised that he could not possibly leave them. The passion for music still burned in him, but his love for his family was even stronger. So he spent the rest of his life with them and found happiness in that.
He sat at his piano, as his children were chatting with their mother. He played a simple tune for his family. He always did love them more than music. They were his music
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