Jasmine loved paper sculptures. She spent months crafting her masterpiece, a delicate bird perched on a tree, and when the sculpture suddenly came to life, Jasmine was thrilled. The bird flew around chirping happily.
But soon, the bird’s wings grew stronger, and it became wild and uncontrollable. Jasmine tried to catch it, but the bird attacked her with its sharp beak. As Jasmine fled, she saw the paper tree grow roots and burst through the floor. The once beautiful sculpture now terrorised the house, wreaking havoc everywhere.
Jasmine realised too late that some things should remain art and nothing more.
Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
That’s it! No more computers trying to out-drabble me! It’s been interesting getting AI to do my work for me in the last three drabbles.... but when I write, my output is a pleasure, not work... and despite the marvels of artificial intelligence, I hope I write better🤞
Frenchie about 1 year ago
I love it. You definitely write better than any AI, Neville. I mean it. It is called the ''Human Touch'', and as good an AI can be, it will never feel how the heart feels. At least, I hope not.
Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
Thanks Frenchie 🙂
Jamie Clapperton about 1 year ago
If this Ai could write of their own volition they might want to join drablr
Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
Yes Jamie... and I might even invite them to a meeting of our village writers’ group!
VerityAlways about 1 year ago
Reminds me of this, "No mouse would build a mousetrap". I think its Einstein