I do appreciate that underneath the overwrought prose and terrible metaphors the AI-generated story seems deeply skeptical of it’s own existence in a way that the non-generative responses don’t. Like there’s something so fundamental about the disconnect between artificial intelligence and the genuine human experience of grief that it bursts fully formed from the patterns of language. As though Athena herself sprang from Z.E.U.S.'s digital calf to smack the promptfondlers in the back of the head and say “that’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works”