Diggin Up Bones
Exhuming things that are better left alone
“Tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones”
Man, I love Randy Travis. What an iconic voice. I will not be diggin’ up old memories,
“of loves that are dead and gone.”
I will dig up a story from my old catalog and recommend it.
Last week, I channeled the clip show episodes of my favorite sitcoms, and it worked.
Someone read one of my stories, and I made twelve cents from it.
That’s promising.
The lesson I garnered from it was the only story that got a click was the first on the list.
So I will not give you any options this time.
I am sharing a story about AI with you. It flew below the radar because I tried to make the title clever.
Do Chatbots Dream of Electric Peeps
This is a story about the continual advancement of AI and its ability to emulate humans. It questions the irony that we employ AI to detect AI. The story also discusses the lasting impact AI literature will have one hundred years from now or longer.
Check it out, and let's discuss your opinions on the subject.
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