The world of AI is quickly moving into more subjective areas of art.
It is quickly evolving. Many applications combine images, others create them based off text seed values.
The same can be done with stories where the program pulls from related text to build a story.
It started me thinking. What sort of story would AI come up with a minimum of input.
Then, use that AI generated text to create AI art. But what would the story be about?
Because Halloween was approaching I started with a Fall themed story to see where the AI would go...
Imagine my surprise when it turned into a magical BE story.
Below is the text that was generated by an AI program, well actually about 75% of it.
I had to fill in some linking phrases and periodic conclusions to sentences as this AI tended create run-on sentences.
Attached is also a GIF made from using consecutive portions of the text to seed an image generation AI.
So, this is what you get when an AI illustrates a BE story created by an AI.
Pay close attention to the AI text in bold as it really drives the story in a particular direction too, again to my surprise.
Happy Halloween everyone...
Over 75% of this story was written by AI - nearly all substantive content was generated by AI - The best title could be "PUMPKIN SPICE" - 10/22/22
Engine Used: GPT2-Ai - BOLD text was generated by AI with only a few grammar errors.
It was almost Halloween and my friend told me that in her hometown in Canada, there was a special place she liked because she had heard that the town was famous for the Halloween festivities. There events included things like haunted houses, pumpkins, and witches. She said they were contests to see who had the greatest number of pumpkins grown. Contestants were judged on how much they grew. It was not only the pumpkin but the weight of it as well. She said that her pumpkins had never been weighed. But she did have a friend who had really been close to having hers win. Her entry was the most popular because they were very large and the weight was over the top for their age.
Next year she was going to be even larger. My friend tried to tell me just how big they were and that they were going to be bigger than any pumpkins she had ever seen. How can I beat the size of those? My friend mused. She just stared at them. I didn't know what to say. They are really big I can't grow them much larger. Just the size made them hard to hold in my hands around my giant pumpkins.
My friend said I was going to win because of my size. Those pumpkins of yours are really heavy and big she repeated. She simply stared at them as she had been for years she said. Wow, I didn't even know. Yeah, she said they were hard to not have on her own . Well having those can be a big problem. What, she said, you should be able to win with those . You could hold them if you like. She only said that holding them was OK but she really wanted to see on her own hands.
Well, the only pumpkins I know of, ones that are that large, are on a shelf in the store in town. I think they still have the large ones. My friend agreed and we discussed how big her pumpkins should be . I want them to be huge. Well, I think as big as she can still hold with them up. If they get too big it is difficult to hold in their mass. Yeah, she said, I still need to be able to stand. Great, then let's get these big ones for you.
We both went to the store. She pointed at two huge pumpkins. Those look great. Girl, can you even hold them? Those are so big. Well, bigger is better. She could hardly hold with some effort. Lets get these big ones back to your room. She hefted her two giant globes all the way up to my place. These were bigger than I was expecting she said with a huge smile. Just give me a few seconds to figure out how I can get them in. Into what? I want them to go inside my chest with the help of your chest, she declared.
What! Yeah, she said. I can get them into my chest with magic. Like a spell? That is exactly right. Just put your hands on them and I will do it. Please just try, she pleaded. I put my hands on her large, pumpkins. Now the only thing to do is put these in my chest. She uttered some magic and poof! The two huge pumpkins were gone. See they are now in my chest! She was ecstatic. Look at these guys? I was amazed, my eyes were focused on her breasts. They were big and just as perfect as she said they would be. Help me to get these up, I can hardly stand. Dang, those boobs are huge! I know, just like I said they would be. They are at least four times bigger than you. Isn't it great, they are going to be all mine! She hugged them tightly and just let out a sigh of pleasure.
You know, she continued I should try to get them in the contest. I wonder how big they will be by next year, in time for the contest. But those are pumpkins, yours are breasts. They will be in your chest too!, she exclaimed. What? I don't need to see them get bigger. She then mused, what if at the next big contest all the competitor's pumpkins would get larger and end up in their chests? I didn't think that would be a good idea. Humpf, she thought. We will just have to see. It was a good thing that she then said that it was time to go home. Seeing her as happy as this was just odd, with those giant boobs. Just you wait, she repeated as she walked away with a small stagger.
I did not go to the contest, the next year nor did I want to. I just wanted to stay home. Suddenly the door to my room opened and my friend was there. Did you just see what I was talking about? What? I cast my gaze toward the wall. On the wall was my flat screen television and there was a picture of the town of Chesterfield Halloween Contest . I wondered, what did she do? All the other competitors were staggering to get back up. All of them were holding up their chests, and their size was huge. And now, the biggest trick of them all, she said with a big smile. "Aromata Courgecitrouille Aeternum" she said.
Suddenly her already giant chest expanded outward. Oph! she uttered as she slumped under their weight. Here we go! Just then her gigantic chest burst from her shirt and weird orange gas spewed from her nipples filling the room with a pungent spicy flavor and pumpkin aroma. On the TV the same event was playing out. Giant boobs all growing and pumping out orange pumpkin flavor. So, if anyone ever wonders why a few years ago there seemed to be Pumpkin Flavor everything, just realize that in the town of Chesterfield Canada, there is a big farm where giant chests are being milked perpetually and my friend is the winner.
PUMPKIN SPICE (c) Nimrod and GPT2
If you just read the bold text it is evident just how much the AI drove this story.
I did limit the AI response word count to around four words as this AI also liked to introduce additional characters and abrupt location changes. Where there are more than 3 words, I had let the AI try and finish its own statement.