Original Story vs A Rewrite by A.I.

This was just a little experiment with the A.I. powered Spinbot. I time traveled to 2006, where I found an original email that I penned.

The recipient need not be named. They would explicitly deny it, while simultaneously change their identity.

Nor shall we begin to explore the silliness of the content. It may have been written after working two jobs, in the middle of the night and with a touch of insomnia.

Rather, the focus will be on the difference in the quality of the writing. Could it transform a mundane email into an intriguing story? Would the A.I. version captivate the audience and have them begging for more?

You be the judge. The original email is listed first, with the A.I. version last. If you dare have the time, patience and stomach, read on.

Game Night
by elisapetesa (original version, written Dec 2006)

Oh what fun I had tonight! I grabbed the red darts, the yellow darts, a piece of paper, a pencil & challenged myself to a game of … none other than… can you guess…

no, why would I grab red & yellow darts if I was going to play a game of monopoly? Well, I guess I would need them to annihilate the millionaire who builds hotels on every space I land on…but no, that is not the game I challenged myself to & lost. Nope.

I played a game of darts…Yellow vs. Red & guess who won?

I was rooting for the yellow, of course. That is the favored color among the residents of this ever so humble docile. Red, you see, tend to land on a great number (say a bulls-eye) and then proceed to slide down the magnetic dartboard. Therefore, red is the underdog, the despised color which, only Professionals dare throw with. (Now you see why I was cheering for the Yellow to win.)

In a game of Cricket, it all came down to 1 Bulls-eye. Each color needed one bull to win.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

I threw the yellow…a 19, 4 and 17.

I threw the red… a 20, 14 and 7.

(twenty some throws later)

And the winner is…

(drum roll please)

…Red!

Boooooooooo!! Booooooooooooo!!

Even in a game against myself, I lose! Back to the dart board to practice…

thought you'd enjoy that story...it's a true story, only the colors are fictional & the true identities will never be revealed to protect their privacy...

tune in next week when blue meets purple...

giggles & such...elisa

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Game Night
by elisapetesa (rewritten by A.I. Oct 2023)

Gracious what fun I had this evening! I got the red darts, the yellow darts, a piece of paper, a pencil and moved myself to a round of …, in all honesty… might you at any point surmise…

no, how could I snatch red and yellow darts in the event that I planned to play a round of syndication? Indeed, I surmise I would require them to destroy the mogul who constructs lodgings on each space I land on… however no, that isn't the game I moved myself to and lost. Probably not.

I played a round of darts… Yellow versus Red and think about who won?

I was pulling for the yellow, obviously. That is the leaned toward variety among the occupants of this very unassuming easygoing. Red will quite often arrive on an extraordinary number (say a bulls-eye) and afterward continue to slide down the attractive dartboard. Thusly, red is the dark horse, the disdained variety which, just Experts dare toss with. (Presently you see the reason why I was applauding the Yellow to win.)

In a round of Cricket, everything boiled down to 1 Bulls-eye. Each variety required one bull to win.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

I tossed the yellow… a 19, 4 and 17.

I tossed the red… a 20, 14 and 7.

(twenty a few tosses later)

Furthermore, the victor is…

(drum roll please)

…Red!

Boooooooooo!! Booooooooooooo!!

Indeed, even in a game against myself, I lose! Back to the dart board to rehearse…

thought you'd partake in that story...it's a genuine story, just the varieties are fictitious and the genuine characters won't ever be uncovered to safeguard their protection...

tune in the following week when blue meets purple...

snickers and such...elisa