Hard Decisions (Partially Written By AI)

Hello everyone! Today is going to be a very special piece and a first for my website. Instead of a normal Writing Prompt Piece today, I have here a creative writing piece that’s a bit of a mess. Basically I used the Aritifical Intelligence Neural Network over at Talk to Transformer (https://talktotransformer.com/) to write a snippet of a story for you. I fed the neural network some of my writing and it did the rest, writing this story. It’s a bit of a mess but I did my best to make it make sense. The parts in BOLD is the stuff I wrote and fed to the machine and the rest was generated by the Artificial Intelligence. I thought that this would be a really interesting idea and I liked how it turned out. Let me know if you are interested in pieces like this in the future (not all the time, just once and awhile). Also check out Talk To Transformer to mess around with it and write your own stories if you want. Now enjoy!



“It’s not really up to me is it?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” He replied.

“Well it’s kind out of my hands at this point,” She said. “I mean, it’s not that big of a deal, but it’s my old life now.”

“Really?” He asked her. “I mean, it’s not like it’s, you know, permanent or something.”

“It is permanent,” She said. “Yeah, so it will always be, you know, like something on my mind. Like if I’m running late, you know, I’m thinking of my old life or something. But it’s not bad.”

“Okay,” He said. “So, it’s okay? That you don’t remember anything?”

“No,” She said, “I don’t remember anything. It’s a very strange feeling, but it’s okay.”

“Uh-huh. Okay. I’m glad that’s the case, but it’s not okay,” He said. “Now, is that okay for me to come to you? I mean, I want to give you as much support as I can, but I know that you’re very busy with your classes. And you also have a lot of things that you need to take care of outside of school. I just…I want to help you when you need it, okay?”

She smiled as she said, “Okay. I’d like that. Of course, I understand. All I want is for everything to be alright.”

He said, “Are you sure? Can we just go on with our lives?”

“Of course,” she said smiling again. “We can’t control everything that happens in our lives. But for now, let’s just get through this. I’m sure we can go on our way and be happy again soon.”

“You’re sure? Don’t you feel guilty?”

She blushed a little. “Yes. I feel guilty but you know I’m just trying to make this right.”

“Then I think you should go back and make things right. But I don’t really think I can make things right,” He said looking out the window. “I just wish I could do more.”

“You’ve done enough already, I promise,” She said.

He sighed.

“Fine, I’ll go. But I will be back. And you can count on me.”

She smiled. “I will too. Now go.”


He left the hospital and made his way back to his apartment on the other side of town. He climbed the stairs quickly and carried the groceries home. He set them down in the living room and then into the kitchen.

She was standing there in her jeans and T-shirt.

“What are you doing here?” He asked her.

“That’s no way to talk to your Sister,” She said crossing her arms. “Maybe I’m here because I was worried about you.”

“Why are you really here?” He asked her. 

“Well I was thinking about coming to see you.”

“I’m not trying to look for a girl,” He said firmly.

She put her hands on her hips. “Okay I’ll see you later,” She said looking away, her face showing no emotion.

He reached up to grab her hand and pull her away, but she snagged his wrist. “No!” He said in a shocked voice. “I won’t let just barge in here without a real explanation. What is this all about?”

“We need to talk,” She said easily, walking towards the door.

“Listen there’s something you need to do.” He didn’t bother trying to get out of her way. “Trust me that I don’t care about what you think. I want you to understand. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on your life.”

He motioned to himself

“And it’s not going as I planned. I was supposed to find out when you were little…when you were angry.”

“I’m not angry.” Her expression said she was pleased to hear that. “I want to keep everyone happy.”

“I understand.” He took a deep breath. “But we’re going to have to decide what that means. And you’ll have to do it quickly.”

“Well what do you suggest. You do know her condition is worsening right? We have to do something now,” She said.

“I know. I know,” He said putting his head in his hands. “But “The Doctor let it out. There is no cure for her.”

“Then I don’t see why we have to do anything,” She said with an air of finality. “Perhaps she will take the money and give it to some charity. I suppose it would be best not to say anything until after she’s had a chance to come to terms with -“

“I haven’t told her yet,” He said.

The air was sucked out of the room.

“You haven’t told her she is dying? Even for you that’s cold. Do you really want the money that bad?”

“This isn’t about the money. I…I love her,” He said.

“No, you haven’t loved her at all. Just because you think she’s worth something, that doesn’t mean she is. She is in so much pain that you could care less about her. You are letting her lie there in pain because you have the stupid idea in your head that you love her. Do you know how idiotic that sounds?” 

He still wasn’t hearing any of it.

“Why is it so hard for you to understand?”  She told him.

“Because you think I’m doing it on purpose.” He said.

“Because I know you’re not. Because you only remember having this idea in your head. Because I was the one who initiated all this and I deserve all the credit and responsibility.” She said. “If it wasn’t for me, you never would have met her. You never would have gotten into this mess.”

“Am I supposed to thank you?” 

He looked up at the floor and met her eyes. She was starring daggers into his chest.

“Stop playing these stupid games. Just tell her that she’s dying and that she’s not going to recover. The quicker she knows, the quicker she can make her decision on her inheritance. If she really is in love with you, she’ll give you the money.”

She made her way to the door handle and he put up no resistance to stop her.

 “I told you that you were no ready for this. That you would get too attached.”

She opened the door and left, slamming it behind her on the way out.

He rubbed the back of his neck, worrying his hair. It was a warm day, but it still felt cold. For some reason, he felt both tense and relaxed.

He wandered around the house, poking through drawers and lying on the sofa, trying to relax.

He had a big decision he had to make and he wasn’t sure how he was going to make it.


Header Photo Credit to TIME Magazine

Writing Piece partially written by the AI neural network over at Talk to Transformer.

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