I just wrote this. Dumb little piece. It just came to mind, so I posted it. (It's about AI.) thanks to all who stop by. Hope you're all well! Am commenting and will do more tomorrow. (I gotta a dental problem, and am trying to prompt it out of existence via AI. It's not working!) Have a fine week, all! m ------------------ I woke up today, got out of bed, walked out of my bedroom and crashed into a wall. But: There was no wall there. So what did I crash into? I looked around, and---bingo: I found an opening! In the air! And, through that opening, I saw a giant person sitting at a giant computer, typing prompts. "Who are you?" I shouted. "Shuddup," he said: "I'm working!" Nooooooo! Say it isn't happening. Some guy is prompting me? Am I AI? Come on, man. Certainly you can come up with something better than this! (Prompting me...get the fuck outa here...) The guy didn't budge. Then, after staring at me for 5 minutes---and putting me through Photoshop filters (you know how much those things hurt???)---he yelled: "Voila!" I jumped. He typed prompts. Shit! Suddenly I was in Tahiti, with a Hawaian shirt, drinking a Margarita, with some very jet-set-ty people all around me---some of them wanting to dance! (I'm 76---this was not a wise choice.) But then the man typed more prompts, and I was 21, and in Taipei. "What're you doing?" I shouted. He didn't hear. Then more prompts: Suddenly I was in the Renaissance, talking to Queen Elizabeth (who was a riot, btw: I mean this lady told jokes like you wouldn't believe..."how many knaves does it take to screw-in a lightbulb?"...shit like that). Then the guy typed another prompt---and I was a giant banana, singing opera. (Mozart!) Then I was a cave man, having tea with the Emperor Hirohito of Japan. I tried to talk him out of WWII, when the guy at the computer typed another prompt, and I wound up as a strawberry in a fruit salad. "Enough!" I shouted. So I punched my way into that prompt-maker's world, popped into his living room, and shouted: "What the fuck are you doing? I have a life, dammit!" And he said, "don't blame me!" And he pointed to a hole behind him, with another person typing prompts---of him. (You can see where this is going...) She---the prompter---made us all flamenco dancers in 19th C. Seville...and, as I was dancing, we found a hole behind her with another person typing prompts...at which we all cried: "Where does this thing END???" And suddenly---from thousands and thousands of prompt-makers, going back into infinity---someone yelled: "This is getting outa hand!" And they trashed the gigantic AI and left the room: Thus, one by one, all of us were prompted out of existence. "Nooooooo!" I yelled: "You're not getting rid of me!" So I ran to my computer---as my arms and legs began to dissolve---and typed: "Artist, 76, 5 foot 6, handsome as all get-out, debonair (why not!)," and I added: "All other prompts are now defunct!" And everything else disappeared! And I sat on my couch and said, "well, that was close!" And I prompted the universe back into existence. (This took about 30 minutes.) I walked outside, where 3 million Chicagoans were writing prompts, and the sky was filling up with gigantic grapes, and upside-down high rises, and Suns with headsets giving advice to people who owned electric dryers, and------you get the point. And in the distance, I saw a Being---a huge imposing Being, sitting in a Void, and prompting in a deep voice: "Let there be Light". Uh-oh. A huge Rhinoceros appeared, smoking a cigar. "Damn!" cried the Being. "I said LIGHT---is that so HARD? Ttry it again!" A huge sofa appeared, with throw pillows made of clouds. "Damn creation software," yelled the Being. Ah well. I patted the Being on the back, and took off. (In the background, the Being yelled: "Did I ask for a Harley? Did I???") So I prompted: "Post this piece on a website." And if you're reading this, look around you: Someone could be prompting you as we speak... Btw: The image for this upload is AI too: Trees growing Persian Carpets. I'm gonna jump inside it and check out the carpets. I can use one in my living room...(Yeah yeah, I know: The tariffs between AI and reality are wayyyy high, but I'll just AI some cash.) Byyyye... ------------------