Oh boy, it was tempting.
I had a promotion to write for an evolving class that I had taught dozens of times, and although I knew how fun and engaging it was, I couldn’t come up with a single coherent sentence to describe it. And, I was so tired.
A little devil appeared on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Let ai write it. Go now. Go to ChatGPT.”
Yes, I thought, maybe just a little inspiration from ai. Just this once. It couldn’t hurt, could it?
My stomach suddenly felt like I had swallowed a rock. I knew from decades of experience that this was the ugh tug of the universe that told me, “No, Summy, don’t even think of it.”
I heaved a sigh of frustration that I was not allowed to simply cave into the temptation to make my life a little easier. Aw geez…couldn’t I cave, just this once? I pleaded with the universe.
The rock in my stomach became a boulder.
“Arrgh. How am I supposed to describe this class?” I whispered angrily.
“I can do it,” I heard Dr. Peebles’ voice loud and clear, “I’m the other ai.”
A moment of freak out. “Um, you’re ai?” My thoughts turned into a sci-fi movie where a woman discovers that her spirit guide is actually ai generated. Gadzooks!
An audible giggle from Dr. Peebles ensued.
“The other ai, Summer. Angelic Inspiration.”
Greatly relieved, I smiled as I felt his heart. Something that ai can’t give.
I turned on my recorder and Dr. Peebles proceeded to speak through me using my body, an organic instrument that boots up in the morning, and shuts down at night to recharge its battery.
His words were perfect. Actually, perfect-ish. I used them in my first promotion, but then realized that they were meant to be inspiration for me, not a substitute. I rewrote the promotion, and though not perfect, it’s me, and my heart was in it.
Angelic Inspiration. The other ai. I love that. I’m All In.
