AI Poetry
I was looking through my span folder this morning and one caught my eye. Is it AI poetry? Here it is with minimal editing. The ending is unchanged.
Law. Call the court to order. =NKDHYQIBGAEPNTGJTVETCQZOVAPZOVAPZJKZDKLNKRRLGMJXYQQHCAKVW
Careful, Scribbles cautioned. reduced to an afternoon glide. I was a mechanical soaring high above the land. I swooped down low
Up to you. Now the traveler knew that the farmers in that region were a I was right. Anne’s idea of a bridge was a single strand of rope. had promised. had forced me to be firm about coming alone. So by the time I left, Leaving the rehashing of events to the girls, I walked outside. One Ellipse began to smirk. The rope was stuck. At first, when the girls began pulling it in, it
Hmm… It gave me a few mental images to consider. Inspiration from a machine?
PS: Over 1000 miles on the FJR. It sits on the center stand waiting for me to change out the gear oil. Over 10,000 miles on the V-Strom. I had about 9 to go, then the yflew past and I forgot about it. I need to change the oil in all of the machines, except the FJR. It got my last 4 quarts of Castrol R4 last week.
