Hans.Trondheim
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So I made a thread days ago, and @DismaiNaim replied about his use of AI in his works. I tried it with the rewrite, and honestly, I think it polished my narration.
Let me give an example. This is the original passage from one of the chapters I edited (Volume 1 Chapter 3)
I had Gemini 'polish' this part, and this is what it came up with.
Of course, Gemini is an AI. It has its own take on things, so I still read it and changed stuff to retain consistency with my vision for the story. So, this is what Gemini and I came up with...
So, what do you think? I think the use of AI elevated my narration, and it also has the benefit of pointing out some perspectives from the story that I haven't seen/noticed before.
However, I'd like to know if such use of AI is acceptable with all the negative sentiments against it considered.
Thanks!
Let me give an example. This is the original passage from one of the chapters I edited (Volume 1 Chapter 3)
Going from the kitchen to the courtyard was a long trip. I needed to pass through a winding maze of well-tended shrubs and fountains to reach that area. Of course, the plants and water itself posed no threat. However…
“…”
I felt those idiots from the kitchen hid the food cart and were planning to ambush me while I manually carried the patrons’ food to the courtyard. I mean, look—or imagine—this setting. This was like in Vietnam, where you suddenly hear the trees and shrubs speak Vietnamese for a moment, and then a hail of bullets and explosions would follow seconds after. Only this time, I might get a hail of flying leaves and droplets of water. If those fell into the food, it would get contaminated.
Of course, I knew their plans. It’s as clear as the day! And I prepared proper counter-measures.
“!!!”
I cautiously stepped into the war zone, watching my every move, tracking every moving branch, and making sure it was clear with every turn I made.
Duck for cover, if you must. Give them hell if you want to survive. Peel your eyes open if you want to prevail.
In Vietnam, as I remember from the movies I watched, the enemy was everywhere. The moment you let your guard down was the moment you die. Of course, a proper Vietnam War theme song should go with it.
“Humhumhumhum…mmm…paint it black…”
I had Gemini 'polish' this part, and this is what it came up with.
The trek from the kitchen to the courtyard was an ordeal. To reach the Saint’s visitors, I had to navigate a winding maze of manicured shrubs and tiered fountains. On paper, the scenery was tranquil—water feature therapy at its finest. In reality? It was a tactical nightmare.
“...”
I knew those kitchen staff "idiots" hadn't just forgotten the food cart; they had hidden it. They wanted me to carry the trays manually, exposed and vulnerable. Looking at the dense greenery, I couldn't help but draw a comparison. This was like those old Vietnam War movies I’d seen back on Earth—the kind where the trees suddenly started speaking a language you didn't understand right before the first flare went up.
Only here, the "hail of bullets" would be wet leaves and spiteful splashes of fountain water. If a single stray leaf touched the patrons’ food, the kitchen maids would have all the excuse they needed to declare me a "sullied" failure.
I knew their game. It was as clear as the Chersean sky, and I had prepared my countermeasures.
“!!!”
I stepped into the "war zone" with the caution of a man walking through a minefield. I tracked every rustling branch and scanned every blind turn. I was a teacher, but in this moment, I was a seasoned veteran of a conflict no one else knew was happening.
Duck for cover. Keep the tray level. Give them hell if you want to survive.
In the movies, the enemy was everywhere—blending into the brush, waiting for that one moment of lapsed concentration. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction. All I needed was the right soundtrack to set the mood.
“Hum-hum-hum... mmm... Paint it black...” I began to hum the low, gravelly rhythm of the Rolling Stones, my eyes darting from bush to bush as I marched toward the courtyard.
Of course, Gemini is an AI. It has its own take on things, so I still read it and changed stuff to retain consistency with my vision for the story. So, this is what Gemini and I came up with...
The trek from the kitchen to the courtyard was an ordeal. To reach the Saint’s visitors, I had to navigate a winding maze of manicured shrubs and tiered fountains. On paper, the scenery was tranquil—eye-candy at its finest. In reality? It was a tactical nightmare.
“...”
Those kitchen staff ‘idiots’ hadn’t forgotten the food cart they use to deliver food; they deliberately hid it from me. They wanted me to carry the trays with my hands, exposed and vulnerable. Looking at the dense greenery, I couldn't help but draw a comparison. This was like those old Vietnam War movies I’d seen back on Earth—the kind where the trees suddenly started speaking a language you didn't understand right before the first flare went up.
Only here, the ‘hail of bullets’ would be the dried leaves and spiteful splashes of fountain water. Once a single stray leaf or drop of water touched the patrons’ food, the kitchen maids would have all the excuse they needed to declare these as ‘sullied’ failures, and me a ‘useless lust demon.’
I knew their game. It was as clear as the Chersean sky, and I had prepared my countermeasures.
“!!!”
I stepped into the ‘war zone’ with the caution of a man walking through a minefield. I tracked every rustling branch and scanned every blind turn. I was a teacher, but in this moment, I was a seasoned veteran of a conflict no one else knew was happening.
Duck for cover. Keep the tray level. Give them hell if you want to survive.
In the movies, the enemy was everywhere—blending into the brush, waiting for that one moment of lapsed concentration. I wasn't about to give the maids that satisfaction. All I needed was the right soundtrack to set the mood.
“Hum-hum-hum... mmm... Paint it black...” I began to hum the low, gravelly rhythm of that Rolling Stones song, my eyes darting from bush to bush as I marched toward the courtyard.
So, what do you think? I think the use of AI elevated my narration, and it also has the benefit of pointing out some perspectives from the story that I haven't seen/noticed before.
However, I'd like to know if such use of AI is acceptable with all the negative sentiments against it considered.
Thanks!