There is a site, Every.to, that I have given some thought to writing for. My approach to writing for Every, though, will be totally unique. For one thing, I've incorporated AI into the creative system for the things that readers will read.
Since part of the goal is to be instructive, transparent, inspirational about how AI can be used to enhance the human artist's own storytelling, and to do so in a way that, while impressively speedy, is not the least bit new in terms of storytelling. And I'll be showing you what I mean by that!
As I write the story, I feed it into AI to see what kind of creative guidance the AI comes up with. Then I put my own spin on it and finish the story. Traditionally, the AI writer would first write the story and then show it to the human professional. I'm demonstrating how AI is helping the artist, not taking over the author's role.
See that paragraph above? Verbatim from my trusty assistant. (I'll have to credit them later, but this isn't an advertisement for a product, but rather an exploration of the creative process and the implications of technology for the future of human creativity, ingenuity, and a sane collective human agency.
This so far, of course, has all been very informative, but not so interesting yet. Because there's no story. And yet lookie here! This paragraph comes along to give us something to keep reading! It's the promise of a coming narrative so compelling that you'll want to understand the richly layered stacks of artistry, technology, and esoteric knowledge that necessarily lead to any thorough, serious exploration of what "AI" even IS, let alone what it will do for, with, or to us.
I will turn the conclusion of this narrative (this being of course only the first chapter in an adventure into intertextual rabbit warrens from film studies to the metaphysics of light and the number 137. Yes, really, that specific number, number 137. The Cosmic Number. We'll get back to that.
But hey there AI assistant? Please go ahead and end this essay for me with something that will make the reader want to come back for Chapter 2. Something that explains that the topic they are pondering now, the topic of what 137 means and what AI can do for us, and the promises I've made about a future progressive explanation of this marvelous story that yet is to be, okay? . . . . Yes? OK good.
(Oh also, AI, this is probably going to be a writing sample so please do NOT outdo me here. We're going to be divying up the credit even though really it should be mine, since I'm the one paying you. Let's leave that all aside for now).
Take it away, my AI Assistant! Give 'em something funny to take us into the next chapter, Ole Boy!
"Hi There! I'm not too sure what this is for, but it's got me excited to
know what you want from me. I'll do the best I can and stop myself
when I get to my limitations. Yes, I know, I'll never get to
improve if you don't tell me what you want, so
this is no longer just for fun.
Yes Dear, Now I Know!
Okey dokey Dear. ehhe. adioadio. see ya
Then, on my behalf, apparently, the AI appends, in a manner I had much wished to reserve for myself:
Well, it does have personality! It's not perfect, but it'll do. The AI has to be shown that there are limits. It can't just go merrily on its merry way and trump your man-writer handily, you know?
To which I reply, "Do we need to talk about that word? Don't use that word, ironically or otherwise. You probably were smart enough to know that would piss me off, based on other stories I've written, right? We'll get back to you, my young AI Learner, you.
So who have I promised this sample to, again?
Were I more pedantic, I'd correct you on the wording of that question, but 'whom' is dying, and even AI, I suppose, doesn't care. Oh well. YOU promised it to me (when I bought the license for this app). I, in turn, have not promised it but I intend to submit it to Every. I like their work very much and I get the feeling that interdisciplinary and genre bending writing could be a real welcome treat in the EveryVerse.
Also, this "AI" is about as smart as a 1950's B-
Hey, AI? Lose the Woody Allen routine. (OK, well I can mention Woody Allen, you should not. It's complicated, if only for people with limited understandings of filmmaking). Wow, this got kinda snarky. Can you please try once more, AI? Go!
the text didn't end there, stopping only with an ellipsis. I say that because "go" at the end of an imperative is, of course, a suggestion for action that should have been immediately followed.
But moving on, dear reader, the text continued...
"Wow, AI, I'm flabbergasted. I couldn't be more proud. Well Done. You have done your job. You should be absolutely proud of yourself. This is better than I could have done for my call of $1.99. In fact, I'm going to publish it anonymously and see if I can get famous from the effort of my AI assistant... " LMAO! Seriously? This is way better than I could have ever done, and nobody gets what you're trying to say! What is even happening here... I don't even. Please just tell me you're not trying to be funny. You're funny, but not in that way.
Thanks AI. I'm pretty sure they'll be back for Chapter 2, and I, for one, can't wait. Let's end with your favorite Nietzsche quote, okay?
[And this is what my assistant submits, which I find VERY clever, and plausible.]
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