Life hasn’t always been colorful. Especially in Garly Hills. The news was flooded with reports about school shootings every other day. Toppled with the recent disappearances and floods made for the perfect ingredients of disaster. Truly a black and white portrait. Though most schools tried to make up for their actions: recompensing for the families who longed for their losses and settling any legal cases which may give them a bad name. There was one that stood out. Hallingtop Park Academy. The school reeked of bad influences. Bullies. Unprofessional staff. A Lack of Maintenance. Everything checked for a school not to send your kid to. Yet just as there was so much salt layered onto the school, there were bits and pieces of sugar to soothe the taste. Throughout the empty halls, the sounds of scribbling echoed. Inside one of the classrooms, Lucy Admins were practicing her craft as usual, scribbling in her notebook and erasing whenever she made a mistake. She furrowed her brow in remembrance of the conversation she had earlier.
“An A.I. chatbot? Isn’t that one of those cash grabs that some of those scammers are putting up?”
“No, it’s real. Look!” the student shoved the phone in the other student’s face. “And it’s free.”
“Free?” the other student eyebrow rose.
It wasn’t long till another new tech was discovered. Another cheat sheet, Lucy thought. Apparently the name of this one was called ChatGPT, an A.I tech which looked to solve the world’s problems… of laziness of course. However, it wasn’t like Quizlet or Chegg. From the number of students using it with the increasing amount of executive board meetings, it was clear this thing was the real deal.
“Say less, I’m bout to use this to type up my paper, you just saved me an hour’s worth of reading.”
The students’ laughter would send a migraine to Lucy’s cognitive.
To her, education was the world. She practically dedicated her life to school: avoiding trouble, staying in good standing with teachers, and avoiding bad influences all around. The thought of her education being on par with those on that calibur caused her thumb to snap her pencil. Eventually replacing it. Exhausted from all the thoughts, she decides to end the hype.
She pulls out her HP laptop and loads her browser. She knew that because it was after school that the servers would be free to use and experience little lag. Surely enough she found herself on the website typing away. She tried mediocre topics: Describe the interaction of a dog meeting a cat on the sidewalk, or describe a scene where a mother is reunited with her long lost son or something of that nature. And she expected: mediocre responses. She sighed for a bit before typing again. This time, she was planning to write a story where a WW2 vet, dealing with PTSD, was put in a real time sitcom. Sure enough, it took a few minutes but it started writing. Lucy’s eyes widened by the amazement as the story came to fruition. The story was basic, but it had potential. Lucy tapped her finger on the cursor before typing again. She began writing. A smile started to creep onto her face, she was beginning to see the potential in what she could make an influence on her writing. She then stopped. Pausing as she shut off her computer, slamming it shut.
She had thoughts about opening the laptop again, yet she decided against it. She then picked up her pencil again and she began scribbling once more.
“I’ll find my own way”, she thought.
When I first started writing this, I was stuck between incorporating a horror scene or a comedic one. But over time as I started doing prompts as well as using ChatGPT more, It all came to me that what I should implement was the sensation of art. I wanted the story to be a reflection of my perspective in ChatGPT. While writing it, I leaned into the dystopian perspective, incorporating things in which may seem dark and lost but opens up a possibility of what ifs in which the author could go off of.