Firstly, I need to make this clear, if you use AI to enhance your content here…. it’s your business, not mine. I’m not here to judge. Ok? Good!
I’m of the generation which is really quite alarmed at the pace of today. Having said that I do keep one ear to the ground and am interested in what’s going on in the world around me.
Technology-wise I can only dream of having the ability to navigate the computer sciences and be able to manage every tool which is out there, waiting for me to utilise. How amazing would that be. And yet the kids are growing up now with that knowledge. How fabulous. But they don’t see the fabulousness about it it, do they? Why should they? It’s a given.
Soo, back to AI. It’s been on the periphery of my mind for a while now. At one point I thought I could give it a wide berth, as it wouldn’t kick in until I was pushing up the daisies. But bam! Here it is, happening.
I’m really not a happy bunny with our present Labour government. I voted for them and then in an instant they stabbed us in the back – but that’s a story for another time. However Sir Keir,, has spoken a lot about AI this week, so I began thinking I can no longer ignore this…..this….what is it? Artificial Intelligence and all that goes with it.
The youngsters amongst you will no doubt mock. Laughing and wanting to inform me it’s been around for ever and to get real. ( Oh, the irony!)
The pic is a wood mouse…..
So, for the first time last night I dipped my toes into the surf and asked AI to generate a short story for me about a dormouse. What it came up with was extraordinary. It gave life to a beautiful creature named Poppy and told me a story of one of her adventures. It was lovely………..Now what?
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
Can we see the story about Poppy?
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Deep in the heart of Bramble Hollow, where wildflowers swayed in the breeze and acorns dotted the forest floor, lived Poppy the dormouse. With her velvety brown fur and sparkling black eyes, she was known for her boundless curiosity.
One morning, Poppy woke up with a brilliant idea—she would find the **largest** berry in the entire forest. It had to be the juiciest, the plumpest, the most glorious berry that had ever been seen. Armed with her tiny paws and a heart full of determination, she scurried from bush to bush, inspecting each berry with great seriousness.
She ventured far beyond her usual trails, past the winding roots of the old oak and into the thicket where the wild raspberries grew. There, tucked beneath a curling leaf, she found it—a raspberry so enormous that it looked more like a **ruby** than a fruit. Poppy squeaked with delight! But there was just one problem—it was far too heavy for her to carry home.
Just as she was puzzling over what to do, her friends arrived—Willow the shrew, Hazel the squirrel, and Birch the hedgehog. Seeing Poppy’s predicament, they came together, rolling the berry carefully between them like a precious treasure.
When they finally arrived back at Poppy’s cozy nest, they all shared the berry, their laughter ringing through the Hollow. And from that day on, Poppy’s berry hunt became a tradition—a reminder that adventure is wonderful, but **sharing it with friends** makes it truly magical.
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I love a happy ending, even if it is AI generated🤣
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Lol…..It’s a nice story, isn’t it ?
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Yes it is. I’m concerned that AI doest know your nuances, and humour and writing style. Things will get lost in translation, and ‘all’ writing will become bland & mundane.
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I get what you are saying…Creatives around the world will be nervous now …artists, musicians, authors etc
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