I showed the Artificial Intelligence a photo of my assistant and me, then asked: 'Please use these two characters and create a scene featuring an evening walk along a tree-lined avenue.' And here is the story it created: 'Twilight settled over the tree-lined avenue, where the interlocking branches of towering trees wove a dense green canopy overhead. The setting sun was filtered through layers of foliage, scattering golden-red flecks of light across the road. The old man was not in a wheelchair; the young woman gently linked her arm through his as they walked slowly forward. The evening breeze stirred the leaves, creating a soft rustling sound and carrying the fresh, crisp scent of greenery. His gait was slow yet steady, and the setting sun cast a warm, golden rim of light upon the hair at his temples. Occasionally, he would lift his gaze toward the sinking sun with a look of serenity—a quiet composure born of the passing years, etched into the deep lines at the corners of his eyes. The young woman walked close beside him, her arm firmly supporting his, deliberately slowing her pace to match his rhythm. Strands of loose hair fluttered against her cheek in the evening breeze. She spoke little, glancing only occasionally at her elder with a gentle, affectionate gaze. The long, tree-lined avenue stretched deep into the twilight. Bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the pair moved as the shadows of the trees drifted slowly across their shoulders. The clamor of the outside world was shut out by the layers of green leaves; in this moment, there remained only the road slipping slowly away beneath their feet, the evening breeze, and the quiet comfort of their steady, wordless companionship.' Perhaps artificial intelligence will be our undoing, especially since it is in the hands of today’s disastrous ruling classes. But the story it created for me was satisfying, and I was deeply struck by how perfectly it captured my assistant’s personality without knowing her at all.