Eagle Eyed
The previous week’s story, “Progeny,” was written by me, a human.
The idea for the story came to me in a dream. OK, that’s not true. I just thought the idea of a mom giving birth to a cyborg that ultimately wipes out the human race and replaces it with a new race of cyborgs was a cool concept. And who knows, it may be prophetic — once ChatGPT or Google Bard or some other chatbot gets its hands on a robotic body, maybe it’ll replace all of us for real. How cool!
Interestingly, the poll was split 50-50. Granted, that's based on only four votes. I expected a low vote count, since the newsletter is just getting started. We'll see if we can pump those numbers up in the coming weeks.
Now, let’s check out this week’s story.
The eagle soared over the same stretch of land every day. It was a routine that had become second nature to the bird. He was familiar with every inch of the landscape, every tree, every river bend. But what fascinated him the most was the house that lay nestled amidst the trees. It was a small, unassuming house, but there was something about it that drew the eagle to it.
As the eagle flew over the house, he would watch the family below going about their daily lives. They would play in the garden, barbecue on the weekends, and laugh and chat with one another. The eagle never interacted with them, but he had come to care for them deeply.
He watched as the children grew up and left for college, as the parents aged and eventually retired. He saw the family go through their highs and lows, their joys and sorrows, but he remained a silent observer, never once interfering.
Despite his distance, the eagle felt a deep sense of love and affection for the family. He knew everything about them, from their likes and dislikes to their hopes and dreams. He felt a kinship with them, a connection that transcended time and space.
And so, day after day, the eagle continued his routine, flying over the house and watching over the family that had become so dear to him. He knew that he could never truly be a part of their lives, but that didn't stop him from loving them with all his heart.
As the years passed, the eagle's daily flight grew slower and more deliberate, until one day he flew over the house for the last time. He had lived a long and fulfilling life, but his love for the family would always remain with him. And so, with one last glance at the house below, the eagle spread his wings and soared off into the sunset, content in the knowledge that he had been blessed with the privilege of watching over a family that he had come to love.
The story was too simple... I think AI did the best it could with the prompt, which was, I assume, simple.