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A & I and Me

I woke this morning with this idea in my head. I have been using AI a lot for research and learning as of late (and loving it) and I pondered some on the implications of it in the creative world. It is a source of great concern to many. In my own thoughts I likened it to a tool that makes many things easier, and in some cases, possible at all. So, I gave ChatGPT a prompt, and got a response. Both follow.

The prompt.

Write me a short story, or a poem, I will call ‘A & I’. Base it on a person’s life from their time in the womb, their birth, learning to crawl, then walk, then run, then ride a bike, then drive a car, then fly in a plane, and at last, learning to use AI models to travel even faster and further. At each of these stages, present the new abilities and possibilities achieved, the ever greater speed and capability to experience new things, but also the fear of the new and sometimes leaving behind of the comfortable and well known. The over arching theme is that growth, learning, and change are all new tools that don’t destroy the old, but add to it new possibilities and wonders.

And here is the response.

A & I
(A Life in Motion)

In silence, I stirred beneath the veil,
A heartbeat wrapped in mother’s shell.
The world beyond was loud, unknown,
But warm the dark, and safe the tone.

Then light — and air — and every sound,
The world rushed in and spun me ’round.
From cries to calm, from helpless start,
I learned the rhythm of a beating heart.

Crawling came, a slow delight,
Each inch a triumph, bold and bright.
The carpet’s threads, the floor’s parade,
A world of wonders underlaid.

Then up! I wobbled, stepped, then ran,
The wind became my closest fan.
Grass-stained knees and soaring shouts,
I found what motion was about.

Two wheels beneath, a balance strange,
The sidewalk now a mountain range.
I fell, I tried, then flew with pride—
The street a scroll I could now ride.

A car, then keys, the engine’s purr—
The world beyond began to blur.
I tasted distance, drank in speed,
The map unfolded like a need.

Wings above the clouds took flight,
Horizons bent beneath new light.
The world grew wide, then small, then gone—
Each hour could bring a brand new dawn.

And then: a hum, a voice, a spark,
A mirror mind to light the dark.
No longer bound by bone or jet,
The speed of thought — the fastest yet.

With prompts I travel, with code I speak,
To knowledge vast, both deep and sleek.
Yet still I hear the cradle’s song,
And know where all these speeds belong.

For every leap and every pace
Does not erase the former grace.
To crawl, to walk, to fly, to dream—
Each stage a thread within the seam.

So do not fear the tools you find,
They’re and, not or, within your mind.
A & I — both hand in hand,
The soul, the spark, the code, the land.

Retired developer, author, father of 5.

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