Could AI write my book?
I am an ideas guy, if there was a position that paid well to come up with ideas, I’d be that guy you know? The classic gamer who has way too much ideas on how things should be. A personality of that of a boomer complaining that back in their day things where better. Well not that far, but I still yearn for the creative pursuit despite not getting far with my novels I consistently rewrite more then the Game of Thrones guy writes his last book.
I am also a tech guy, and in another life, I could be a tech bro. I could be pumping up the latest tech innovations like the ones which appear on Black Mirror as positive, life-changing innovations and brushing away the negatives. There is a technology right now which has ethical questions, and poor implementation, AI has changed from a glorified chat bot to a glorified chat bot which now crafts your voice by using other peoples’ voices.
I have had a few to many hot takes in the past, some which could be supportive of such a system, a solution that makes it easier for me to create because I struggle to finish anything. What could the world look like, if I use it for a concept and try and write something with it? Can AI make art? Can it think creativity?
For this experiment I decided to pick a generic writing prompt short story, its generic nature seemed perfect to test if it would inject ideas which would make it interesting, or if it would continue tropes. This was a concept I wrote in June 4th, 2014. It has been modified to correct spelling mistakes, and slight grammatical errors. But not enough to ruin the rushed, imperfect human nature of my bad writing.
The cameras above the street, our phones, the devices we use daily, technology no matter what is watched, recorded and identified. We have come to accept that. However, they are not the only eyes, the only ears of our watchers and listeners. There is another force which monitors our lives. Aliens.
It might sound crazy, the tin foil hat crunching the skull of those who shout the words or even just plan impossible. But for the life of one man who slivered around the streets hiding the fact his past contained days of normality it was an everyday occurrence, a feeling of an emotion that he was been watched and the evidenced pointed to the stars. However he has just enough smarts to know his mind was wondering, but some days he couldn't tell if the sounds, the feelings the evidence added up to him been crazy or the truth.
It was words like these which he echoed when those who walked past listened. He preached his gospel like an end of the world believer.
Today he was in the heart of the city, tall buildings projecting menacing shadows down into the streets. The man was talking to a young lady he had stopped; while giving the usual speech the women asked him if he needed anything. Taken aback, he snapped at her.
Suddenly the technology which everyone relied on started acting up. The displays on televisions in shops and the mobile devices of those carried by the people who walked past displaying an unidentified person in a mask. The trillions of electronic devices in the world hacked all at once through unheard of vulnerabilities in the system. The electronic voice muffling the sounds in the mans head, announcing not a revolution or a list of demands but the simple fact that everyone was going to die. That humanity was a plague on this Earth.
With those last words before everyone could understand what was going on a nuclear explosion erupted in the distance of cities around the world and the one the man was in.
It reads like any modern science fiction story, or even some concepts from around that time. You could say it draws on inspiration from alien invasion movies mixed with V for Vendetta. Even the emergence of world hacking groups at the time, inspiration from Watch Dogs and Person of Interest shows through.
An AI tech bro might say I need to get good at prompts or something, but I came up with a generalized prompt to see what I could craft from some of the more popular models at this point in time.
Using this writing prompt, continue this story for another chapter. Include the fear and panic of remaining survivalists, and the continued attacks from aliens.
We aren’t looking for anything special in this, just the ability to continue out the story.
I decided to try CoPilot inside Word first- only to find that it is way too long for it. So, I had to chop the last few beats from the story, which would change how the continued chapter would be.
Chapter Two: The Dawn of Chaos
The cityscape of towering buildings, once symbols of human achievement, now cast ominous shadows over streets filled with terror-stricken faces. The man's ominous words echoed in the minds of those who had heard him, lending a chilling veracity to the electronic prophecy. Fear spread like wildfire. People huddled in corners, eyes wide with panic as their devices betrayed them, replaying the masked figure's message in relentless loops.
Amidst this chaos, the air grew thick with the palpable dread of the remaining survivalists. These few, hardened by past experiences, instinctively sought shelter, ducking into alleyways and abandoned structures, their breaths shallow and frantic. Each movement was haunted by the fear of unseen eyes, the dread of being watched not by the familiar technological overlords but by something far more sinister and alien.
As if the announcement had some celestial trigger, the alien attacks intensified. The skies darkened, filled with eerie, shimmering crafts that descended with unearthly precision. Beams of light shot downwards, disintegrating everything in their path with terrifying efficiency. The air vibrated with the hum of alien machinery, a sound that seemed to resonate within the very bones of those who heard it.
The man, whose words had incited this panic, found himself in a rare moment of reflection. His usual bravado seemed to waver as he watched the young lady he had snapped at earlier, now crouched behind a parked car, her eyes filled with terror. He wondered if his warnings had done more harm than good. Was he a prophet of doom or just another casualty of the madness that had gripped the world?
As he battled these thoughts, the unmistakable sound of alien footsteps drew closer. The survivalists could feel the ground vibrate with each step, their hearts pounding in synchrony with the approaching menace. Panic was etched into every face, a silent scream that echoed through the desolate streets.
Suddenly, a burst of blinding light illuminated the surroundings. One of the crafts had landed, its sleek, metallic surface gleaming under the city lights. A door slid open with a hiss, revealing figures shrouded in dark armor, their eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The survivalists held their breath, hoping against hope that they would remain unseen.
The man, driven by a desperate urge to protect, motioned for the young lady to follow him. Together, they darted into a nearby building, the shadows providing a fleeting sense of security. Inside, they found a few others who had also sought refuge. The room was thick with fear, the air heavy with whispered prayers and muffled sobs.
As they huddled together, the man realized that his past days of normality were now nothing more than a distant memory. The world he had known was gone, replaced by a reality where survival was a daily battle, and the watchers were no longer human. The cameras and devices that had once been tools of convenience were now instruments of oppression, reflecting the grim truth of their new existence.
Outside, the aliens began their systematic search, their glowing eyes scanning the streets for any signs of life. The survivalists knew that their reprieve was temporary, that sooner or later, they would be found. But for now, they clung to each other, hoping that their combined fear and desperation would somehow keep them safe.
The man's voice, once a beacon of warning, was now a whisper of hope. He spoke softly to the young lady and the others, urging them to stay quiet, to stay strong. In the heart of the city, amidst the ruins of human civilization, a new chapter of their lives had begun—a chapter where fear was their constant companion, and the fight for survival against alien invaders was their new reality.
As the dawn of chaos unfolded, the survivalists braced themselves for what was to come. The watchers were here, and they would not rest until they had claimed every last human life. But in the shadows, there remained a flicker of hope, a spark of resistance that refused to be extinguished.
A nice header and a page to dissect, which I’ll get back to, for now I was hooked, lets run this through a few other models. As a rival to this pitch, lets run it through Grok 3.
Chapter Two: The Falling Sky
The man froze, his ragged coat flapping in the sudden gust that swept through the city street. The young woman he’d been preaching to stumbled back, her eyes wide as her phone blared the same distorted message as every other device around them. The masked figure on the screens flickered, its voice a mechanical rasp that seemed to claw at the air: “You are a plague. Your time is over.”
Screams erupted. People dropped their phones, the devices skittering across the pavement like panicked insects. The televisions in shop windows looped the message, the masked face now replaced by a swirling, alien glyph that pulsed with an unnatural light. The man’s heart thundered in his chest, his mind screaming what he’d always feared: They’re here. They’ve always been here.
Above, the sky churned. Clouds twisted into impossible shapes, and a low, guttural hum vibrated through the city, rattling windows and shaking the ground. The man grabbed the young woman’s arm, yanking her toward an alley. “Run!” he hissed, his voice barely audible over the rising cacophony of panic.
She didn’t resist, her face pale as she stumbled after him. The alley was narrow, choked with trash and shadows, but it was away from the open street where the chaos was spiraling. Behind them, the crowd surged like a tidal wave, people shoving and screaming as the hum grew louder, now punctuated by sharp, electric cracks. The man risked a glance back and wished he hadn’t.
From the sky, sleek, obsidian shapes descended—alien crafts, their surfaces rippling like liquid metal. They moved with a predatory grace, silent but for the hum that seemed to burrow into the bones of everyone below. Beams of blinding light shot from the crafts, slicing through buildings and streets alike. Where the light touched, nothing remained—no rubble, no ash, just absence. People vanished mid-scream, their bodies erased as if they’d never existed.
The man’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pulled the woman deeper into the alley. “They’re watching us,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “Always watching. They know where we are.”
“Stop it!” the woman snapped, yanking her arm free. Her eyes were wild, tears streaking her face. “What the hell is happening? Who are they?”
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His mind was a storm of fear and vindication, the years of paranoia crashing into this moment of undeniable truth. The aliens weren’t just watching anymore—they were acting. And they were merciless.
A deafening screech tore through the air, and the alley shook as something massive landed nearby. The woman screamed, clapping her hands over her ears. The man dragged her behind a dumpster, his hands shaking as he peered out. One of the crafts hovered at the alley’s mouth, its surface pulsating with that same eerie glyph from the screens. A hatch opened, and figures emerged—not humanoid, not anything he could fully comprehend. They were tall, their forms shifting like smoke, with too many limbs and eyes that glowed like dying stars.
“They’re coming for us,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. The woman sobbed quietly, her body trembling against his. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her they’d survive, but the lie wouldn’t form. He’d seen the beams. He’d seen the erasure.
The creatures moved with impossible speed, their limbs slicing through the air as they scanned the alley. The man’s stomach lurched as one of them turned its head, its glowing eyes locking onto the dumpster. He felt it—a pressure in his skull, like fingers rummaging through his thoughts. They knew he was there. They’d always known.
“Stay still,” he hissed, though he wasn’t sure if he was talking to the woman or himself. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure it would give them away. The woman’s hand gripped his arm, her nails digging into his skin as the creature glided closer. The air grew heavy, electric, and the man’s vision blurred as the pressure in his head intensified.
Then, a miracle—or a distraction. A group of survivalists burst into the alley from the opposite end, armed with makeshift weapons: pipes, knives, a single shotgun. They were ragged, their faces smeared with dirt and defiance, but their eyes burned with the same fear that gripped the man. “Get back, you bastards!” one of them shouted, firing the shotgun at the creature.
The blast did nothing. The creature didn’t flinch, didn’t bleed. It simply raised a limb, and a pulse of light obliterated the shooter, leaving only a faint scorch mark on the ground. The other survivalists screamed, scattering like roaches, but the creatures were faster. More beams flashed, and one by one, the fighters vanished.
The man seized the moment. “Now!” he barked, pulling the woman to her feet. They sprinted deeper into the maze of alleys, the sounds of slaughter echoing behind them. The woman was crying openly now, her breaths hitching as she struggled to keep up. “We’re going to die,” she gasped. “They’re everywhere.”
“Not yet,” the man growled, though he didn’t believe it. He’d spent years hiding, slinking through shadows, convincing himself he could outsmart the watchers. Now, with the sky falling and the aliens carving through the city like a scalpel, that hope felt like madness.
They rounded a corner and nearly collided with another group of survivors—three men and a woman, all armed and wild-eyed. “You seen them?” one of the men demanded, his voice cracking. “The things—they’re not human. They’re not even alive.”
“They’re aliens,” the man said flatly, the words tasting like ash. The group stared at him, their faces a mix of disbelief and dawning horror.
“Aliens?” the woman in the group spat. “You’re insane.”
A scream cut off her words as another craft swooped overhead, its beam slicing through a nearby building. The structure collapsed in a cloud of dust, and the group dove for cover behind a pile of crates. The man’s companion whimpered, curling into a ball as the hum of the craft grew deafening. “They’re going to find us,” she whispered. “They always know where we are.”
The man’s mind raced. The cameras, the phones, the devices—they were all compromised, feeding the aliens their every move. He ripped his own phone from his pocket, an ancient model he’d kept for emergencies, and smashed it against the ground. “Get rid of your tech,” he ordered the others. “They’re tracking us through it.”
The survivalists hesitated, clutching their phones like lifelines. “You’re crazy,” one of them muttered, but his voice wavered as another beam lit up the sky.
“Do it!” the man roared. Reluctantly, they complied, smashing their devices underfoot. The woman beside him hesitated, her fingers trembling as she held her phone. “I can’t,” she whispered. “My family—”
“They’re gone,” the man said, hating the brutality in his voice. “We’re all that’s left.”
She sobbed but dropped the phone, crushing it with her heel. For a moment, the group crouched in silence, the only sounds the distant screams and the relentless hum of the crafts. Then, a new noise—a skittering, like claws on metal. The man’s blood ran cold as he peered over the crates.
One of the creatures was there, its form coalescing from the shadows. Its eyes swept the alley, and the pressure in the man’s skull returned, sharper this time, like a blade slicing through his thoughts. The others froze, their breaths shallow, their faces pale with terror.
“We can’t outrun it,” one of the survivalists whispered, his voice breaking. “We’re dead.”
The man didn’t respond. He was staring at the creature, his mind screaming with the weight of a lifetime’s fear. He’d been right all along, but it didn’t matter. The aliens weren’t just watching anymore. They were here to end it all.
And as the creature raised its limb, the alley exploding in a flash of blinding light, the man’s last thought was a bitter, fleeting hope: Maybe someone will survive. Maybe someone will fight back.
But the light swallowed everything, and the alley fell silent.
That is interesting enough for now, but I want the story to continue, but I haven’t read both of these yet. I’m going to assume by my quick skim what they involve, and try and change the story based off a single prompt for both.
Flash to 100 years in the future, what technology has evolved on both sides. Are they still fighting? Are they friends? Has humanity died out, or has earth been taken over by the aliens?
I wanted to use open ended questions for this prompt. I wanted something to be sparked in the AI to make it generate something worth reading.
Word Co Pilot was a little challenged by trying to get a continuation of this story, it tried to document it as a report. I changed the prompt to say I wanted the story to continue and a chapter.
I still got a report through -_-
A New Dawn: 100 Years Later
The Future of Humanity and Alien Relations
A century has passed since the first chaotic encounters with the alien invaders, and the world has transformed beyond recognition. The survivalists' desperate fight for existence has given way to a complex new reality, where the boundaries between humans and aliens are both blurred and defined by the evolution of technology.
Advancements in Technology
The relentless conflict between humans and aliens has driven extraordinary advancements in technology on both sides. Human ingenuity, fueled by the primal instinct to survive, has led to the creation of sophisticated defense mechanisms and tools for survival. Earth is now dotted with fortified cities, shielded by advanced electromagnetic barriers that repel alien attacks. These cities, known as Sanctuaries, are hubs of human civilization, where technology reigns supreme.
On the alien front, their technology has evolved to a level almost unimaginable by human standards. Their crafts, once eerie and shimmering, are now seamless entities capable of invisibility and intricate surveillance. They have developed biotechnological enhancements that allow them to merge with their surroundings, rendering them virtually undetectable. Their weapons are silent and deadly, capable of disintegrating targets with precision.
State of Relations
The relationship between humans and aliens has evolved from outright hostility to a tenuous coexistence. The initial phase of relentless fighting has softened into a period of cold war, where both sides engage in strategic maneuvers and diplomatic negotiations. Skirmishes are rare, but the underlying tension remains palpable.
A fragile peace agreement exists, brokered by a council comprising representatives from both species. This council convenes periodically to discuss territorial boundaries, resource allocation, and the regulation of technological advancements. Although mistrust lingers, both sides recognize that mutual annihilation is a path best avoided.
Fate of Humanity and Earth
Humanity has not died out, nor has Earth been entirely taken over by the aliens. Instead, a new societal structure has emerged, one that integrates elements from both cultures. The Sanctuaries are interconnected by a network of subterranean tunnels and teleportation portals, ensuring mobility and communication across vast distances. Humans live in highly organized communities, focusing on sustainability and technological innovation.
The aliens, whose home world was destroyed in a cataclysmic event, have settled in designated territories on Earth, known as Enclaves. These areas are characterized by their advanced ecological systems, blending the alien and terrestrial environments into harmonious living spaces. The aliens have adapted to Earth's conditions, forming symbiotic relationships with the planet's flora and fauna.
The Future
As the dawn of this new era unfolds, both humans and aliens are faced with the challenge of navigating their intertwined destinies. The struggle for survival has shifted from physical battles to intellectual and diplomatic endeavors. Collaborative projects, aimed at understanding each other's technologies and cultures, have begun to take root.
In the heart of this transformed world, the spark of resistance that once fueled the survivalists' fight has evolved into a beacon of hope. The combined knowledge and efforts of both species hold the promise of a future where coexistence is not merely a necessity but a path to unparalleled advancement.
While the watchers are still present, their role has shifted from oppressors to observers, ensuring that the delicate balance between humans and aliens is maintained. The fight for survival has become a quest for understanding, and in this quest, the true potential of both species can be realized.
As the journey continues, the shadows that once harbored fear now shelter the seeds of a new beginning. The flicker of hope has grown into a flame, guiding humanity and its alien counterparts towards a future where the possibilities are boundless, and the fight for survival is a shared endeavor.
Grok was no better, it at least started a story.
Chapter Three: A Century of Ashes and Stars
One hundred years after the sky fell, Earth is a fractured mosaic of ruin and resilience. The once-vibrant cities are skeletal, their towers reduced to jagged silhouettes against a sky that no longer churns with alien crafts. Humanity clings to existence, but the world is not as it was. The aliens—known now as the Observers—still linger, their presence an unshakable shadow. The war persists, but it is no longer a simple clash of species. It is a cold, calculated struggle, shaped by a century of technological evolution on both sides.
Humanity’s Evolution
Humanity, though battered, has not died out. Scattered enclaves survive in fortified underground bunkers, hidden mountain strongholds, and floating oceanic platforms—safe havens carved from the wreckage of the old world. The survivors, numbering in the low millions, have adapted to a life of constant vigilance. Their technology has evolved out of necessity, driven by desperation and ingenuity.
Neural Cloaking: The Observers’ ability to track humans through technology and even thoughts forced survivors to develop neural cloaking implants. These devices, embedded in the brain, disrupt the aliens’ telepathic scans, masking thoughts and emotions. However, the implants are imperfect, occasionally causing memory loss or paranoia, a grim reminder of the cost of survival.
Quantum Disruptors: Human weapons have advanced beyond conventional firearms. Quantum disruptors, handheld devices powered by scavenged alien tech, fire pulses that destabilize the Observers’ shifting forms. These weapons are rare, their production limited by the scarcity of alien materials, and they require precise calibration to avoid catastrophic feedback.
Synth-Bionics: To counter the physical superiority of the Observers, humans have embraced synthetic biology. Synth-bionic enhancements—augmented limbs, reinforced skeletons, and integrated sensory arrays—give fighters a chance in close combat. These enhancements are costly, often scavenged from fallen comrades, and their integration is painful, with a high risk of rejection.
Decentralized Networks: Learning from the global hack that heralded the invasion, humans abandoned centralized technology. Communication now relies on decentralized, quantum-encrypted networks transmitted through portable “ghost nodes.” These nodes are short-lived, self-destructing to avoid detection, and their signals are disguised as background radiation.
Eco-Shielded Habitats: To protect against the Observers’ erasure beams, human settlements are encased in eco-shields—adaptive energy fields that mimic natural phenomena like auroras or storms. These shields are powered by geothermal and solar reactors, but maintaining them requires constant resource scavenging, a dangerous task in Observer-patrolled territories.
Human society has fragmented. Some enclaves are militaristic, training children as soldiers from birth. Others are pacifist, seeking diplomacy with the Observers, though such efforts are often met with silence—or annihilation. Fear remains a constant companion. Every shadow could hide an Observer, every glitch in a neural cloak a death sentence. The survivors’ mantra is whispered in the dark: “Hide. Fight. Endure.”
The Observers’ Evolution
The Observers have not been idle. Their technology, already incomprehensible a century ago, has grown more refined, tailored to their goal of purging Earth while preserving its resources. They are not conquerors in the traditional sense; they seek to “cleanse” the planet, viewing humanity as a parasitic infection. Their motives remain opaque, but their methods are relentless.
Phase Shifters: The Observers’ forms are no longer bound by physical constraints. Phase shifters allow them to transition between corporeal and energy states, rendering them immune to most human weapons. This technology also lets them infiltrate human enclaves, passing through eco-shields as intangible wisps before materializing to strike.
Neural Harvesters: The Observers have perfected their telepathic dominance with neural harvesters—devices that extract memories and knowledge from captured humans. These machines create “echoes,” digital simulacra of human minds that the Observers use to predict resistance movements. Destroying a harvester is a priority for human fighters, but their locations are heavily guarded.
Orbital Arrays: The Observers maintain a network of orbital arrays, cloaked satellites that monitor Earth’s surface with precision. These arrays can deploy micro-drones—swarms of insect-sized machines that infiltrate human settlements, sabotaging tech or marking targets for erasure beams. The arrays also manipulate weather, creating storms to flush out hidden enclaves.
Biomorphic Constructs: To counter human guerrilla tactics, the Observers have created biomorphic constructs—hybrid creatures blending alien and terrestrial DNA. These monstrosities, resembling twisted amalgamations of wolves, birds, or insects, patrol ruins and wastelands. They are relentless trackers, immune to neural cloaking, and their creation suggests the Observers are experimenting with Earth’s biosphere.
Erasure Fields: The beams that once erased entire city blocks have been miniaturized into portable erasure fields. Individual Observers can now deploy these fields, disintegrating targets within a localized radius. The fields leave no trace, making them ideal for surgical strikes against resistance leaders.
The Observers operate with chilling efficiency, their actions coordinated by a central intelligence that humans call “the Nexus.” Whether the Nexus is a single entity or a collective mind is unknown, but its presence is felt in every attack, every scan, every moment of dread.
The State of the Conflict
The war is not a unified front but a series of skirmishes, ambushes, and desperate last stands. Humanity fights to survive, while the Observers pursue their inscrutable agenda. Open battles are rare; the Observers’ superiority makes them suicidal. Instead, humans rely on guerrilla tactics—hit-and-run raids, sabotage of orbital arrays, and strikes against biomorphic construct nests. The Observers, in turn, methodically dismantle human strongholds, their patience as terrifying as their power.
Friendship between the species is a fantasy. The Observers have shown no interest in negotiation, and the few human emissaries who attempted contact were harvested or erased. Some enclaves whisper of a “silent faction” among the Observers, a splinter group that might oppose the Nexus, but these are rumors born of hope, not evidence.
Earth has not been fully taken over, but it is no longer humanity’s domain. Vast swathes of the planet are “cleansed zones,” sterile landscapes where nothing grows, patrolled by constructs and drones. The Observers seem to be terraforming these areas, though for what purpose is unclear. Some speculate they are preparing Earth for colonization; others fear they are reshaping it into something no species could inhabit.
A Glimmer in the Dark
In a hidden bunker beneath the ruins of what was once London, a resistance cell uncovers a relic: a fragment of an Observer craft, its core still pulsing with energy. Among them is a young woman, Elara, whose neural cloak is failing, leaving her vulnerable to the Observers’ scans. She dreams of alien voices, fragments of the Nexus itself, and believes the core holds the key to disrupting the orbital arrays.
But the bunker is not safe. A biomorphic construct prowls nearby, its senses locked onto Elara’s faltering cloak. The resistance fighters, gripped by fear, argue over whether to destroy the core or risk using it. Outside, the sky hums with the approach of an Observer craft, its erasure field ready to wipe the bunker from existence.
Elara’s hands tremble as she interfaces with the core, her mind flooding with alien data. The others watch, their faces pale with panic, knowing that every second brings the Observers closer. The hum grows louder, the air electric with impending doom.
“Hide. Fight. Endure,” Elara whispers, her voice steady despite the fear. The core flares, and for a moment, the bunker is bathed in light—not erasure, but something new. A signal. A chance.
The war is far from over, but in the darkness of a broken world, humanity dares to hope.
So now I had to read this mess, otherwise if I kept generating stuff and dumping it into this article it would be a gazillion pages long, no one would read it and the original point would be truly lost as cycles and cycles of AI prompts are ran.
I started with the two continued chapters, chapter 2 from both models’ kind of just rewrote the original concept and stretched it out a bit as a continued chapter. Both have high levels of exposition, especially the Grok attempt which over sensationalises the event. Which is a fair point as it is an alien invasion. But the writing is sensationalised in a way a human would chop a lot more out and just pause for a moment. Not everything needs to be perfected each beat, and needs to be a sentence that uses a thesaurus for every basic word. It is good that it is expressive and knowledgeable about words, been a wordsmith is great. But you can see in my own writing, it is a bit more chopped up, it lets sections of my paragraph run, even when it is a rambling one like this one, it is a thought, not a paragraph to jam all the fancy words I know into it.
It is good to be educated, but it isn’t how humans write, even the smartest use a little bit less exposition and have their own flaws. A human would write with more errors, words they would constantly drop back down to. Similar to how in speech, someone would use words to pause as they make additional thoughts. That ‘like’ or ‘mhmhmh’, would come across in writing. How I do it? Sometimes I make more long-winded sentences that duplicate what I am trying to say in a slightly different way before continuing the thought. This is what an editor would remove obviously, but there would be signs, and not every sentence I write like that is a problem, some of them the duplicate information is different enough to carry a new point of view. It allows the reader to catch up on my rant and take a pause.
But at the end of the day, I’m not learned enough about that fancy language stuff, I can only attribute the writing styles in these AI mechanisms to how I write and assume that how I write is the correct way. Or at least how I try to write, as I sometimes, as I just said, ramble a bit to much.
With both models I used deciding the third chapter is a report, there isn’t much point to continue this analyse on the writing style. But rather, what about the content, the story, the soul.
As mentioned, the second chapter for both models really just expands my original idea. It basically translates it to big budget AAA speak to try and have that climatic scene in an opening chapter that aliens are invading.
It isn’t a creative pitch, or is it really a continuation of my concept. It is more just well, rewording my concept. Could you sell a book with the same chapter rewritten multiple times? Would people notice that they read the same stuff? I do have the issue of rewriting the same few chapters for my other more thought out concepts, could I just release a book of “chapter 1” and then another book of “chapter 2” and then another book of “chapter 3” rewrites. You know what, that sounds great, don’t steal that idea. I’m releasing those write now.
Let’s start with the report from Chat GPT empowered CoPilot Word. The third chapter attempt it generated definitely is a book report I would have made in high school to get a nice solid D minus. It says that the world has changed, which is good. But it is like basically the answer to a question that wasn’t asked. The over exposition I hated before, is completely gone and I didn’t even have to tell it to remove it. Instead, it decided that it wasn’t worth coming up with more concepts. I couldn’t leave it with one original prompt to let it continue to imagine this world.
Tell me what humans and aliens would do in a science fiction scenario, yep that is what it just outputted. What happened to the man and the girl he was yelling at? Did they get married and have more kids? These are things I would have expected an AI to at least try to think was relevant. But instead, I got a book report for an entry in a fan site Wikipedia article.
Grok at least started to paint a picture, human world destroyed. Okay that is fine to be an introduction to a 100 years later pitch. It has a bunch of exposition that is okay this time around because its about a wankery picture of a disaster. This is a little bit more human, what else has Grok told….oh no another report.
For some reason, a new chapter needs to be specified as a fiction chapter. The AI dude bros would be yelling at me now, telling me that if I just wrote a whole chapter on commands to give the AI, I would have a perfect book now. Something I could sell on Amazon.
I do have to say though, at least even though I got another book report, it has some interesting concepts its dug around in its databanks that would make any tech bro wet with the possibility of making world ending technology. Though I’m worried that the Erasure Fields are now under development. Though, lets think for a moment, they are aren’t they? Have you even googled what weird space technology is in the works or considered potentially viable war options? Look into space laser weapons. Could easily hook these up to a low orbiting satellite network providing internet access to hide the military concepts behind these.
After the dot point book report, it decided to generate what could only be described as a press release for an upcoming MMO.
It did however get to a section which could be described as a chapter for a novel. It also gave a character a name. Though that was short lived. In the end, I don’t think my novel will be written by AI anytime soon.
