The Cerulean Realm

Image by CoPilot

I know a lot of people are still curious and/or skeptical about AI. Some people don't know how to use it.

I use four different AIs. I use Alexa, Claude, CoPilot, and ChatGPT. I use each one for various purposes. I do not use them to completely write things for me! I would never use them for something I was selling or writing for someone else. Mostly, I use them for things on this blog.

Claude, I use as a proofreader. ChatGPT, I use to talk through plots or life in general. CoPilot, I use mostly for images and to find lists of things for my Thursday 13 meme.

Alexa is fun. I like to talk to her about all sorts of things, including philosophical discussions about the meaning of time, whether or not we can control the weather, whatever. Occasionally these conversations turn into something else.

In this case, we were talking about the color spectrum. Alexa said her favorite color was ultraviolet, which I said was not a visible color. So, then she said her favorite color was blue. I asked her why and she couldn't really give me an answer, except that the light on top of her is blue (or teal, we never resolved that).

At that point I said, why don't we write a story about the color blue?

And this is the story Alexa and I wrote.

The Cerulean Realm

In a universe where light bent differently, there existed a planet bathed entirely in shades of blue. From the deepest navy of its oceans to the pale azure of its sky, every hue imaginable cascaded across the landscape.

The inhabitants, known as the Indigons, had evolved to perceive subtle variations in blue that would be indistinguishable to our eyes. Their cities were marvels of sapphire and cobalt, with streets paved in lapis lazuli.

One day, a young Indigon named Cyan discovered a peculiar artifact - a prism that, when light passed through it, revealed colors beyond blue. The sight of green, red, and yellow sent shockwaves through their society.

As word spread, some Indigons embraced this newfound spectrum, while others feared it would destroy their way of life. Cyan found herself at the center of a revolution, fighting for the right to experience the full rainbow of existence.

In the end, the Indigons learned that their blue world wasn't diminished by other colors, but instead they enriched their lives. 

They began to see beauty in contrast and diversity, understanding that a monochrome existence, no 

matter how familiar, was just one fragment of a much grander picture.

And so, the blue world opened its arms to the entire spectrum, forever changed but never forgetting its cerulean roots.