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I Asked AI What It Thought I Was Doing This Year

As the year began to wind down, I found myself doing what I seem to do most often these days. I asked a question without being entirely sure what I wanted the answer to be.

I gave an AI a short description of this blog, the stories, the images, the experiments, the tone, and the way I tend to circle ideas rather than pin them down. Then I asked it one simple thing. “What do you think The AI Grandad has really been doing this year?”

I did not correct it. I did not steer it. I did not interrupt. This is what it said.

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Bath Night and ChatGPT

I’m keeping this post nice and simple. I found a story I had written long before I discovered AI and wondered how ChatGPT’s new image generator would view it. So, I put the story ‘Bath Night’ into ChatGPT and asked for a picture that reflected the story. I liked what it gave me and thought I would share it.

The picture is above, and here is the story:

Bath Night

The tiny speck in the sky was hardly visible, even to the most powerful of telescopes, which was probably just as well. Had the authorities on Earth realised that it was an alien spacecraft they would have been concerned. That concern would have multiplied if they’d known just what its purpose was. 


“It looks like we’ve found them Sir.”

“Thank goodness for that Captain. I wasn’t looking forward to having to report to the authorities that our mission had failed. What exactly have you got?”

“It’s a family unit, Sir. There appears to be a female and a male and two young siblings. Our probes indicate that they are the right age and all are relatively well preserved.”

“Excellent Captain. How long before we have them securely on board?”

“It’s happening as we speak, Sir. The transportation beam has already locked in on them and the process has begun.”

“Remember to take extra special care Captain. We don’t want a repeat of the accident we had last time.”

“Don’t worry, Sir everything has gone smoothly. The entire unit are now safely on board and being stored securely in the transportation chamber. They are currently being checked out to ensure suitability.”

“Well done Captain. Now before we leave, have we collected everything we need? I don’t want to have to come back for anything.

“We have beamed aboard everything we think we are going to need to recreate their environment when we return home, Sir, but I wasn’t sure about this? I’ve put a picture of it on the screen for you.”

“What exactly is that, Captain?”

“It’s what the earthlings call a bath or a bathtub, Sir. It would appear that all humans have one.”

“How strange. What exactly do they do with these unusual objects?”

“They use them for something they call bathing, Sir. Apparently, on a regular basis, they fill them with hot water and some sort of cleansing substances, then they take all their garments off and climb in to wash themselves and relax.”

“How disgusting!  It just goes to show what a primitive race these earthlings are. I sometimes wonder why we bother with them in the first place. Has your research thrown up any more of their strange bathtub habits Captain?”

“Well, Sir, our search of their databases has shown that they have a number of rituals linked to this object. Apparently there are occasions when more than one human will share the same bathtub. This often happens with the children and sometimes even the adults do it as well.”

“Unbelievable! Why would they do such a thing? Is it an earthling law that this machine has to be occupied by multiple humans?”

“No, Sir, it appears that it is purely a matter of choice. In fact it would seem to possibly be part of the mating habits of the adults but we have no idea why the children do it.”

“Maybe it is part of their training to be adults, Captain. I think it’s important we make a note of it in case we need to use it as part of the assimilation programme. Is there anything else?”

“Quite a bit, Sir. We have found that it is sometimes used as a means of killing off humans.”

“Intriguing Captain. These creatures never fail to amaze me. What exactly do they do?”

“Well, Sir, it would appear that sometimes they inflict this death upon themselves. They drink some crude, volatile liquids and take raw drugs and then purposely lower their head below the water until they stop breathing.”

“Incredible, Captain. It makes you wonder how such a primitive race as this has managed to evolve at all.”

“That’s not all, Sir. It would seem that sometimes this bathtub object is also used as a means of torture and execution. Our records show over the years many humans have been disposed of in this way,”

“The last thing we need Captain is our unit harming themselves in any way. They are an expensive commodity. If we do take it on board it is essential that they do not have access to it. Once we are home it will be up to the authorities how best to use it. Beam it aboard, Captain. I’m sure that it will make an excellent addition to the planned exhibition.Once you’ve done that, lets get away from this awful planet as quickly as possible. I shall be in my quarters, let me know when we are approaching home.”


The resulting exhibition on Planet Volgan was a huge success. The inhabitants came in their droves to see the strange family of earthlings. The enclosure was a near perfect replica of their natural habitat. The most popular session was bath night. The crowds stood in awe, watching these primitive creatures going through these strange rituals. Security was always high on these occasions to ensure they didn’t harm themselves. To date the adults hadn’t yet shared a bath together but the authorities were hopeful that this would happen one day and that it might lead to the first earthlings being bred in captivity.



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The Latest AI Image Generator From ChatGPT

I don’t know about you but whenever something new and exciting appears on the AI scene I simply have to play with it. Yet again I found myself disappearing down that rabbit hole I talked about in my ver first post on The AI Grandad.

This time it was all to do with AI generated images. Today, ChatGPT released its latest AI generator and it is truly amazing. So, I thought I would share some of my first, simple experiments with it.

The AI Grandad

Because I chat with ChatGPT all the time it knows a lot about The AI Grandad blog and me. So, my first experiment was to prompt – ‘Create a doodle of The AI Grandad

Then I simply asked ChatGPT to ‘Turn it into a photo.’

Then the prompt was, ‘Turn the background into the interior of my shed with bookcases and a desk with a computer, have grandad sat at the desk.’

Notice how ChatGPT has kept the original design of The AI Grandad the same throughout. Impressive.

Playing With Text

AI image generators have always had a problem with text, or at least with text that made sense. For my next experiment the prompt was, ‘Put this short story on a single page of an open book, “Poetry is now a medical condition. Those who arrange words strangely are treated gently, sedated softly, corrected thoroughly. I keep a poem hidden in my mouth, repeating it silently so it doesn’t forget me first.” Include an appropriate sketch’

The short story was one I had recently posted on X.

I thought the sketch was great and I had said no more than ‘include an appropriate sketch’. GPT determined what this should look like.

I was intrigued as to just how ChatGPT would interpret messages, stories etc. My next experiment was to ask, ‘Create an image to go with this quote “Do one thing every day that scares you.” Include the quote at the bottom of the page. Portrait aspect.’

With the next prompt I was asking ChatGPT to do some research and create an image. ‘Create an image based on the poem Jabberwocky. Include the first verse.’

You can’t always rely on AI to be accurate. I checked the first verse of Jabberwocky and ChatGPT got it spot on.

Editing Images

This new AI image generator also does a great job of editing images. Either ones you upload or ones you create. I created this family photo taken in Times Square, New York.

Then I got ChatGPT to change the clothes and background for a Winter holiday.

…and the for an exciting holiday on a distant planet!

A Call To Thought

I’m off down my rabbit hole for more playful, creative experimenting. Why don’t you join me.



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When Light and Shadow Stop Playing Nicely: My Latest Prompt Experiment

One of the things I love about creating these weekly stories is that the prompts often take me somewhere I never planned to go. This week’s experiment was all about pushing myself into stranger, more surreal territory. I wanted to nudge the story away from neat structure and towards something that felt slightly off-balance, as if the world itself had started arguing.

The starting point was simple enough: What happens if light and shadow stop cooperating? It sounds like the beginning of a physics lesson. Instead, it turned into a domestic haunting with a mischievous streak.

The seed of the idea came from watching how shadows behave in real life. They stretch, shrink, wander off when the sun decides to take a different route. But they never rebel. They never get ideas above their station. So I wondered: What if they did? What if shadows sulked like teenagers and light became a nervous wreck hiding behind the furniture? Once I’d seen that image, the rest of the story began to form.

I also wanted to explore that moment when a prompt stops being a prompt and becomes a proper narrative engine. “The Argument Between Light and Shadow” isn’t just a title or a funny thought experiment, it forces the story to misbehave. You can’t take that prompt and write something tidy. It demands a little absurdity. A little dread. A little “oh dear, this is going to go wrong, isn’t it?”

Prompts like this are a reminder of why I love these experiments. They’re odd. They’re playful. They keep me curious. And sometimes, if I’m lucky, they give me a story that glows a little differently… even if the light is hiding behind the sofa.

Here is the story…


The Argument Between Light and Shadow

The trouble began on a Tuesday, though it had probably been brewing for ages. I noticed it while making tea. The kitchen light flicked on, but instead of filling the room, it cowered behind the cupboard, shivering like a nervous cat. The shadows, freed from their usual discipline, sprawled wherever they pleased, a long, sulky smear under the toaster, a rude blob on the ceiling, a jagged sliver draped dramatically over the fridge.

I cleared my throat. “Everything all right in here?”

The shadows rustled irritably, as though I’d interrupted a meeting I had no right to attend. The light just quivered, refusing to emerge. By lunchtime the whole house felt… argumentative. The hallway light refused to illuminate the hall, preferring to shine sulkily at the skirting board. The shadows, delighted by the chaos, slipped under doors, curled around table legs, and stretched into places they’d never been invited. They sulked in clusters, muttering in corners like teenagers staging a protest.

I tried switching on a lamp in the living room. It blazed for one glorious second, then ducked sharply behind the sofa, bathing only the underside of a cushion in a triumphant glow.

“For goodness’ sake,” I snapped, “this isn’t sustainable.”

A chorus of shadows hissed back. The worst moment came around three o’clock when I attempted to read. Every time my eyes settled on a sentence, a shadow darted across the page, obscuring the words. When I moved the book, the light flickered away in a huff, as though offended by my neediness. I was trapped between a jealous light and sulking darkness, a referee in a cosmic divorce.

By four, I’d had enough. I marched into the centre of the lounge, hands on hips. “Listen,” I said, addressing the room like a headteacher breaking up a playground fight, “you two need each other. Light, you can’t exist without casting shadows. Shadows, you’re only interesting because of the light. So whatever this argument is, sort it.”

Silence. Then a single shaft of light crept timidly across the carpet, meeting a shy ripple of shadow halfway. They swirled, hesitating. Negotiating. For a moment I felt hopeful.

Then my shadow tore itself free from the wall, not a ripple this time, but a clean, deliberate separation. It formed into a full, upright figure, my shape in pure black. It tilted its head, as if deciding whether it liked what it saw. Before I could scream, it stepped forward and slid neatly into my body’s place, leaving me weightless and fading.



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The Drabble Experiment: When My Writers’ Group Couldn’t Tell Who Wrote What

Last week I toddled off to my writers’ group with a small bundle of Drabbles tucked in my bag, four tiny stories, each exactly 100 words. One of them I wrote seven or eight years ago. The other three? Written that morning by AI, using my original Drabble as an example.

I didn’t tell them which was which. I just read them out and waited to see if anyone could recognise the story written by me. They couldn’t. Not a single one of them. And yet… most of them still don’t believe AI can “really write”. Which, frankly, made the whole thing even more delicious.

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