I decided to investigate what all the fuss about AI was about. My first few tries to get AI to get me a picture were laughable. Not that the pictures weren’t good, but they weren’t what I was looking for. But in not too long I got the knack. I asked AI to create a picture of an old man fishing at the side of a river. Two seconds later the picture appeared. I was charmed. I was also a little frightened. The old man looked exactly like a friend of my grandfather’s. They liked to fish together, and I enjoyed hanging around, listening to them tell stories. Then my grandfather died, and his friend came to the funeral, but that was the last time I saw him. I remember he’d put a hand on my head, gently, the way he held his fishing rod, and he’d smiled at me, and he had tears in his eyes. He was a nice man. I was only seven or eight but I had a sort of crush on him, as much as a seven or eight year old girl can have a crush on an old man. No doubt by now he’d passed on, probably long ago. So how did AI know to make the old man look like my grandfather’s friend? It was a little scary.

My intention all along was to see if I could portal into an AI picture. I didn’t see why not, but I hadn’t tried it yet.