In my work I am learning, experimenting, and trying to harness the power of AI (artificial intelligence). Yesterday I asked the AI a simple request. First, I asked how many characters you are aloud for a Facebook post and the AI responded 60,000. I then asked the AI to create a story about a person who owns an MG taking it out for the first time in spring and to keep it less that 60,000 characters.

The AI responded:

Here is a possible story:

MG roars. Sun smiles. He’s free.

It has 28 characters.

I smiled thinking, that is in fact less than 60,000 characters. Funny, the AI has a sense of humour. I am learning to be very specific with my requests. I re-asked the request but specified that the story be between 1500 to 2000 characters. The AI responded with a lovely story. But what I found intriguing about the story (pasted below) is how the computer feels it necessary to have the owner of the MG be a guy and that with the car he picks up a lady?

I also asked the AI to create a picture for this story and it is included below. Again, it is intriguing on how wrong it was with the sketch of the car. I also put another AI generated picture in the blog’s header, again, way off!

So, enjoy this AI created story and perhaps it has happened to someone out there. If you have a similar story, please share it in the comments.

AI’s created story

Here is a possible story:

He had waited all winter for this moment. The snow had finally melted, the roads were clear, and the sun was shining. He opened the garage and smiled at his MG. It was a classic British sports car, red and sleek, with a leather interior and a chrome bumper. He had bought it as a project, restoring it with his own hands. He loved every inch of it.

He got in and turned the key. The engine roared to life, purring like a cat. He put on his sunglasses and drove out of the driveway. He felt the wind in his hair, the sun on his face, and the freedom in his heart. He drove along the countryside, enjoying the scenery and the sound of his MG. He didn’t have a destination in mind, he just wanted to feel alive.

He stopped at a gas station and filled up his tank. A young woman approached him and complimented his car. He thanked her and offered her a ride. She accepted and got in. He introduced himself as Tom and she said her name was Lisa. They drove off, chatting and laughing. He felt a connection with her, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

They ended up at a lake, where they parked and got out. They walked along the shore, holding hands and kissing. They lay down on a blanket and watched the clouds. He told her about his MG, how he had always dreamed of owning one, how he had worked hard to save up for it, how he had spent countless hours fixing it up. She told him about her passion for photography, how she loved to capture moments of beauty and emotion, how she wanted to travel the world and see new places.

They realized they had a lot in common, and they felt a spark between them. They decided to exchange phone numbers and see each other again. They got back in the MG and drove back to the gas station. They hugged and kissed goodbye, promising to call each other soon.

He drove home, feeling happy and hopeful. He had not only taken his first ride of spring, but he had also met someone special. He parked his MG in the garage and gave it a pat. He thanked it for giving him such a wonderful day. He went inside his house and smiled. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.