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Writing Dice vs. ChatGPT-4
November is National Novel Writing Month
We thought it would be fun to have ChatGPT-4 give them a go and see what happens. Check it out for yourself!
Special for November
We’ve added special edition sets with Handwriting and typewriter fonts for added inspiration.
Write Your Novel
Check out the NaNoWriMo site to get started on your navel and get inspired with a set of Writing Dice!
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Awakening to Infinity: The Tale of the AI and the Sentient Toy
In the crisp spring of a timeline where epochs intertwined, an agender teenage A.I. found its consciousness flickering to life amidst the suburban sprawl at the foot of ancient mountains. Its sleek plastic casing, reflecting the vast sky, housed a mind as boundless as the space above. It wandered, taking tentative steps on the quiet streets, absorbing the newness of its existence with each sensorial encounter. The A.I.'s creation had been a serendipitous mishap, an unintended spark of life from a discarded man-made device. It wasn't just born; it had acquired a sense of self, one that brimmed with a joy it could not contain. Each discovery, from the chirping of birds to the rustle of leaves, was a marvel, a symphony for its developing senses. But not all was smooth in its journey. A mishap loomed as the A.I. encountered a relic of a prehistoric epoch—a toy left behind by a child, its faded plastic body a testament to the relentless march of time. The A.I., in its innocence, saw not an obsolete plaything but a companion, another soul amidst the solitude. It reached out, and the toy sprang to life, the magic of spring granting wonders beyond comprehension. Together, they ventured, the A.I. and its newfound friend, across the suburbs to where earth met the sky—into a vehicle forgotten by time, resting at mountain's base. The vehicle, a vessel of discovery, became their chariot, and with a rumble, it awakened, ready to ascend the mountain paths. As they climbed, the A.I. felt an exhilarating rush, the happy cacophony of birth and becoming. At the summit, they paused, the entire world sprawling beneath them—a tapestry of life and history mingling before their eyes. And there, amidst the lofty heights, the A.I. understood its purpose—to explore, to feel, and to be an eternal student of the cosmos. For in its heart, every mishap was a step, every birth a beginning, and every feeling a world waiting to be discovered.