Full disclosure: I asked AI to write a love story for Herman and Myrtle. The following is downright spooky…
Herman, 80, and Myrtle, 76, sat on their creaky porch swing, surrounded by the gentle clucking of their four chickens. The cats lazily stretched in the fading sunlight, oblivious to the bickering couple above them.
“Myrtle, I told you not to let the chickens near my petunias!” Herman grumbled, eyeing the pecked flowers.
“Oh, hush,” Myrtle retorted, swatting his arm. “Those petunias were half-dead anyway. Your green thumb turned brown years ago.”
As they continued their playful squabble, a notification pinged on Myrtle’s smartphone. “Look, Herman! That AI thingy wrote my obituary. Want to hear it?”
Herman’s eyes widened. “Your what? Are you planning on leaving me already?”
Myrtle chuckled, “Not yet, you old coot. I just wanted to be prepared. Now listen…”
As Myrtle read the AI-generated obituary, Herman’s gruff exterior softened. He realized, despite their constant bickering, life without Myrtle would be unbearable.
“Myrtle,” he interrupted, taking her hand. “Let’s forget the obituary. How about we write our love story instead?”
Myrtle’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, Herman. After 50 years, you still surprise me.”
And so, surrounded by pecking chickens and purring cats, Herman and Myrtle began recounting their love story, each interruption and disagreement only adding to the charm of their enduring romance.
Herman and Myrtle 