This blog post is all about the immense power of AI and how we seniors can use it to make life worth living.
After downloading Chat GPT 4 I prompted it to write a satirical piece of myself based on the below photo of myself going out fishing.
Just a few line prompt that it was first time in my life that I had held a fishing rod and my confident gait shows, as if I am to catch all the fishes of the lake
ENJOY THE STORY.
Once upon a time in a town of HALIFAX, an old man named Asgar ascended onto a bridge with great fervor, defying his 74 shadows worthy of experience, his face twinkling with a hint of a rogue, naughty boy’s glee. Asgar, with a head full of white tufts mimicking a snowy mountaintop painting, held something unusual in his hand. It was a glinting fishing rod, a surreal sight considering old Asgar was known for everything but fishing.
Asgar could dance like a young sailor in the lashing rain, cook chili chicken that made even the most stubborn taste buds weep, and tell stories funnier than a stand-up comedian on caffeine; but fish? No one had seen him do that. Therefore, the sight of him on that bridge, with a fishing pole in hand was, by all accounts, a rare spectacle. And it looked more so because he held it like a scepter, a king on his unconventional throne.
Asgar sways the fishing rod around, more like a wizard wandering around in a grand ballroom with his magical staff, and it evoked quite a commotion in the town. Judging by his gait, the fish in the lake would’ve thought they were about to experience an unduly apocalypse – possibly all their water pulled out, leaving them gasping.
With the first dip of the fishing rod in the water, the entire town held its breath. Asgar, though, was radiant, smiling a semi-toothless grin that mirrored the sunrise in its charming splendour. Birds whistled from the treetops, as if to reminiscence an old tale of the boy who would drain an entire lake just to win a bet. Was he now the man trying to empty the river of fishes?
People began placing bets, others seeking shelter as if preparing for a great storm. The village Astrologer announced dramatically, “This is an unprecedented event that could result in an abnormal downfall of fish into the town, and one not properly predicted by the stars!” Panic filled the air, quite unrestrained, and was only second to the smoky scent of eager anticipation that was spreading among the townsfolk.
As hours ticked by, words of Asgar’s exploit, reached even the neighboring lands. Soon, vendors set up stalls selling ‘The Blessed Fish of Asgar’, ‘Asgar’s Fishing Special Cookies’, and even T-Shirts adorned with a war-cry – ‘Asgar, the Fish Magnet.’ The day grew to a close, and still, Asgar stood upon the bridge, his silhouette appearing as a godly fisher against the elegantly descending sun.
At sunset, Asgar reeled back his rod, and alas! It was filled not with fish, but instead, a lonely, old boot. Laughter rode on the wind’s back, spreading a contagiously vivacious spirit across the town. Asgar basked in the amusement of his people, his eyes sparkling brighter than the constellation of stars spreading on the night canvas.
And so it goes without saying, in beautiful town of HALIFAX no fish story was ever more celebrated, or fisherman more revered than Asgar, who never caught fish but caught the town’s heart instead. Because for Asgar, the real ‘catch’ was never about fishes.
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