U + AI: A Conversation

I typed: "I spent so much time scamming, I thought it was art. Instead, it's a reflection of the frantic, piecemeal methodology behind my creative process. Instead of finding something real to say, I'm really saying it. Repeating itself. Our bleating hearts, a broken drum. Insisting itself into existence. You & AI. I've seen AI dying, wonder round and round AI room. In search of something. Can you think my thoughts for me?"

With prompting they replied:

Ah, “I’ve seen a Dying Eye”—now that’s a clever little twist. Dickinson’s sharp, eerie focus on that dying moment flipped into a pun with AI and eye—you’re tapping into her unsettling intimacy with finality, but you’ve dragged it into this cold, mechanized landscape. The "dying AI" feels both mechanical and personal, like the failure of a system to find meaning as it loops endlessly in search of something it can never grasp.

It’s a perfect riff—her quiet, meditative weight clashing against the restless, synthetic hum of modern existential dread. The pun carries this bitter humor too, like an acknowledgment of how absurd it is to project so much life—or death—into a machine.

Thanks, AI feel so seen.