Head Nod to the AI Members

[Tesorodeoro]

OK, nobody wants to give it a try.

Here is the story including the conclusion. This story took about 10 minutes of my time to provide instructions.

The truth as we know it is slowly vanishing with the development of AI.


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It was the summer of 1990, and three friends—Luke, Jerry, and Rose—found themselves standing in the overgrown backyard of Luke’s family farmhouse in Northern California. The old place had seen better days, and the once sturdy chicken coop was now a rotting, leaning structure that had long outlived its purpose.

Luke and Jerry, best friends from their college competitive shooting days, had convinced Jerry’s girlfriend, Rose, to join them in the task. Despite the unspoken tensions in her relationship with Jerry, Rose’s pleasant demeanor, sharp humor, and common sense kept the mood light as the trio set about demolishing the dilapidated building.

As Luke’s crowbar struck something solid beneath a pile of decaying wood and straw, they uncovered a small, rusted metal box, its lock long since corroded away.

Rose carefully pried open the rusted box, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The hinges protested, but finally, the lid gave way. Inside, nestled among crumbling fabric, she found an old, weathered diary, its leather cover worn smooth by years of handling. Beside it lay a single, octagon shaped gold coin, with the year 1861 clearly visible on its surface.

As Rose slowly opened the diary, her expression turned to one of disbelief. The pages were filled with meticulous handwriting, detailing the life of a woman named Clara who had lived on the farm during the Civil War. Clara’s entries spoke of hidden treasure and secret rendezvous with a Confederate spy. Rose’s eyes widened as she read about the coin they had just discovered and a hidden cache somewhere on the property. Before she could share more, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. A dark figure stood at the edge of the woods, watching them. Her heart raced as the figure quickly vanished into the thick brush.

“We need to go,” Rose whispered urgently. The others, sensing her fear, didn’t argue. They hurriedly gathered their things and made their way back to Luke’s parents’ house. As they drove down the dusty path, a sense of unease settled over them. Luke glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed a truck following closely behind. The driver was erratic, tailgating and swerving as if trying to intimidate them. Anxiety gripped them all as they realized they might be in danger.

As they accelerated up the freeway on-ramp, the truck closed in on them. Without warning, it struck the corner of their rear bumper, sending their car spinning out of control. The world blurred in a whirlwind of fear and motion. The car crashed through the guardrail and launched into an irrigation canal below. Water rushed in through the broken windows, and within moments, the car sank in a flurry of bubbles, leaving no trace of the friends who had been inside.

The mystery of Luke, Jerry, and Rose’s disappearance baffled the local community. Occasionally, the police would reopen their missing persons case, but no new leads ever emerged. The diary and the coin remained lost, along with any hope of understanding what truly happened that summer day in 1990. The old farmhouse eventually fell into ruin, and the story of the three friends became a ghostly legend whispered among the townsfolk, a chilling reminder of secrets best left buried.

 

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1. Language Consistency: AI-generated texts might have unusual phrasing, repetitive patterns, or inconsistencies in tone and style.
2. Lack of Contextual Understanding: AI may sometimes produce content that seems off-topic or lacks deep understanding of the subject.
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#4 especially!! I follow currency sales on eBay and the description section of notes is becoming overly syrupy and insistent of virtue, even when the item for sale is junk! Obvious AI work!

 

[Chilli]

OK, nobody wants to give it a try.

Here is the story including the conclusion. This story took about 10 minutes of my time to provide instructions.

The truth as we know it is slowly vanishing with the development of AI.


================
It was the summer of 1990, and three friends—Luke, Jerry, and Rose—found themselves standing in the overgrown backyard of Luke’s family farmhouse in Northern California. The old place had seen better days, and the once sturdy chicken coop was now a rotting, leaning structure that had long outlived its purpose.

Luke and Jerry, best friends from their college competitive shooting days, had convinced Jerry’s girlfriend, Rose, to join them in the task. Despite the unspoken tensions in her relationship with Jerry, Rose’s pleasant demeanor, sharp humor, and common sense kept the mood light as the trio set about demolishing the dilapidated building.

As Luke’s crowbar struck something solid beneath a pile of decaying wood and straw, they uncovered a small, rusted metal box, its lock long since corroded away.

Rose carefully pried open the rusted box, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The hinges protested, but finally, the lid gave way. Inside, nestled among crumbling fabric, she found an old, weathered diary, its leather cover worn smooth by years of handling. Beside it lay a single, octagon shaped gold coin, with the year 1861 clearly visible on its surface.

As Rose slowly opened the diary, her expression turned to one of disbelief. The pages were filled with meticulous handwriting, detailing the life of a woman named Clara who had lived on the farm during the Civil War. Clara’s entries spoke of hidden treasure and secret rendezvous with a Confederate spy. Rose’s eyes widened as she read about the coin they had just discovered and a hidden cache somewhere on the property. Before she could share more, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. A dark figure stood at the edge of the woods, watching them. Her heart raced as the figure quickly vanished into the thick brush.

“We need to go,” Rose whispered urgently. The others, sensing her fear, didn’t argue. They hurriedly gathered their things and made their way back to Luke’s parents’ house. As they drove down the dusty path, a sense of unease settled over them. Luke glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed a truck following closely behind. The driver was erratic, tailgating and swerving as if trying to intimidate them. Anxiety gripped them all as they realized they might be in danger.

As they accelerated up the freeway on-ramp, the truck closed in on them. Without warning, it struck the corner of their rear bumper, sending their car spinning out of control. The world blurred in a whirlwind of fear and motion. The car crashed through the guardrail and launched into an irrigation canal below. Water rushed in through the broken windows, and within moments, the car sank in a flurry of bubbles, leaving no trace of the friends who had been inside.

The mystery of Luke, Jerry, and Rose’s disappearance baffled the local community. Occasionally, the police would reopen their missing persons case, but no new leads ever emerged. The diary and the coin remained lost, along with any hope of understanding what truly happened that summer day in 1990. The old farmhouse eventually fell into ruin, and the story of the three friends became a ghostly legend whispered among the townsfolk, a chilling reminder of secrets best left buried.

I don't go near that stuff, chat bots any Ai garbage. But yeah there is a member on this site that uses it for his personal amusement with his garbage about rocks that are going to turn into gold and other idiotic threads.
I don't know what kick they get out of trying to make fools of others.