In my head

I don't remember why... No! I remember now. We were talking about having an AI/Tech themed Halloween this year. I wondered how it will be to have a poster of a robotic skeleton rise from its grave. Now, that we live in a world where imagination is not limited to one's head, I immediately realized this thought on 'paper'. I opened ChatGPT and asked it to create an illustration on this theme. It thought for a few minutes and came up with an illustration.

It was not bad but it was not impressive. It looked like a version of terminator. Inside my head I only had the picture of a metallic skeleton arm protruding from a grave marked by a grave stone. This illustration did not even have a grave stone. I was disappointed but was not interested in refining the illustration. Interestingly, something else caught my attention.

Underneath, the illustration ChatGPT volunteered to provide captions. I accepted the offer and soon, ChatGPT gave captions in the following flavours.

1. Dramatic / Cinematic
2. Philosophical / Futuristic
3. Minimalist / Chilling
4. Tech-Horror Style
5. Poetic / Symbolic

The captions sounded interesting. They seemed poetic. It reminded me of lines from the song 'Iron man' by Black Sabbath. I looked at the lines for a few seconds and rearranged them. The resulting lines looked like this.

Born of metal,
Buried in silence,
Awakened by code.
When machines learn to defy death,
Even the dead circuits remember their code.
From the ashes of silicon, it rises again.
Resurrection: Version 2.0!

A few days later my dark life turned darker. No, that's not it. My life's not dark. There is much to be hopeful for but large parts of it was filled with darkness. Usually light eats into darkness but inside my head darkness chews into the light. So at all points of time happiness and excitement gets shadowed by darkness. 

After a good day, I woke up the next day to a set of painful reminders from the great beyond. I felt so frustrated and tired that the ghost of Layne Stanley got into to me. This probably resulted in the following lines. 

I am in the dumps 

And yet i laugh

Being silly

Making others laugh

And through it all

I remember

My life's a dump

With unknowns

Popping in all the time

And knowns turning

Unknown all the time

Isn't it a joke? 

Isn't it funny?

- Chained Alice