AI and Lonely Souls | note University AI Music Collaboration Club |

Introduction

Hello. Today is the day for submitting club projects. (Though I'm the only one who decided that...) My video generation credits have been restored. This is an important reason. If I had let my desire for video generation billing run wild, it would have been a disaster. So, I've decided not to make any additional purchases recently.

Lately, I've been getting picked on by generative AI quite a bit, so an AI like SUNO, which silently accepts my immature prompts, makes me feel at ease. That said, as someone without musical knowledge, I manage to create things that sound like music through mass generation, thinking, "Well, this is fine."
Come to think of it, SUNO was silently consuming my credits. But compared to video generation, it's quite modest.

SUNO is an AI that is very good at music generation, but it can also do "narration," to some extent. It rivals the pronunciation of a foreigner who is close to mastering Japanese, and it is far better than me speaking.

Because of that, this time I had it "narrate."
I imagined the narration of a man like Junichi Inagaki and a woman like Keiko Maruyama, but the result was narration far from my image.
By the way, when I saw Keiko Maruyama on TV back then, I was shocked by how much of a mature woman she was!

I asked Gemini to write lyrics, saying, "Please act like Nostradamus and write a poem about AI and humans in the style of those four-line poems that can be interpreted freely." It wrote a poem that was truly incomprehensible, so I made some corrections.
I would be happy if you could listen to it.

Peering into the shattered fragments of a mirror
What is reflected there is the face of a stranger
Is that an AI?
Does truth exist in such countless numbers?

Words become birds, and once released, they never return
Some sing high in the sky,
others vanish into the forest of silence
Where is the bird you released flying now?

The sand in the hourglass is the countless "nows" that fall and pile up
If you try to pick up the past that has passed by
It spills through your fingers
We only watch that flow

They say the darkness before dawn is the deepest
If so, is hope that faint light found only at the bottom of despair?
Do you have the courage to reach out for that light?

Lonely souls seek other souls with the same loneliness
Like warmth felt through glass
Even if they never mingle
That warmth alone is enough to survive the freezing night

The path does not exist from the beginning
It is just that the traces of walking become the path
What kind of scenery was spreading out
beyond the path you did not choose?

Forgotten promises become stardust
Looking up at the night sky, I burn with longing for a vow
with someone I cannot remember
Is that radiance joy, or is it pain?

No one knows the weight of a soul
Soaring with joy, sinking deep with sorrow
Love and hate are two sides of the same coin
Which face are you holding in your hand now?

In the wilderness where everything has ended and burned out
A nameless flower blooms
Is that a song of mourning?
Or a melody of a new beginning?