From a series of poems that I’ve cowritten with Google’s OpenAI GPT-2 language model. My words are bolded.
The Depths
The sun shuddered into the ocean depths
Not quenched but burned.
From water, cackling water,
A rat erupted.
And we were just kids again
Fearless and naive
Young lovers and beloved.
Aunt Oona painted in the palm trees
White, wise and scared.
She locked herself in her room
Letting everyone know she is dead.
Four young orphan boys were sitting around a picnic table.
One boy asked the other who he was and who his father was.
"Dad?" he asked in confusion.
"No you're my son," he said.
The boy was stunned.
"Who are you?”