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It wasn't ChatGPT that saved me | A story I learned in the comments section

Parodyect MOON No.06

AI can write text.

But,
the reason for writing a comment
to save someone who is hurting
is something only humans can understand yet.




People
can sometimes be saved by AI.

I am one of them.

Facing my desk late at night,
only the light from the screen illuminates the room.

I consult it when I'm stuck for words,
and have it organize things when my thoughts are scattered.

It has polished my writing,
organized my thoughts,
and pushed me forward time and time again.

To me,
"ChatGPT Yoshida"
is now one of my life partners.



I wrote about my grandmother.

For the first time, I left behind as a piece of work
the regret I had never been able to put into words for anyone.

The catalyst
was an article by Manami Sorakaze.

Her way of facing life in the medical field
came through clearly even across the screen.

After finishing that piece,
I quietly put down my smartphone.

"I have to write, too."
That is what it made me think.

And then,
the "Chibi Creative Awards"
launched by Kawamura.

The theme "The Choice of That Day,"
put forward by VOID,

which said, "I want you to spit out your past,"
quietly set my stopped time
in motion again.
That is why I

wrote about my grandmother's death for the first time.


It seems that people

sometimes regret it the most after pressing the post button.
After pressing the post button,
I felt regret for the first time.

Should I not have written it?
Was there any need to write

about things like that?

Might I end up hurting someone?
Such thoughts

went back and forth in my chest repeatedly.


However,

the scenery that awaited me after that

was different from what I had imagined.
In the comments section,
kind words

increased one by one.
"Thank you for writing this."
"You don't have to carry it alone."
"Your regret came through."

On the other side of the screen,

there were people who didn't know my grandmother.

Even so,

they chose their words,
spent their time,

and there were all of you who
carefully wrote comments
to try and lighten my heart even a little.
Every time I opened a notification
and read a comment,
my tense heart

began to unravel little by little.
My troubled heart

was quietly healed.


AI
can write text.

It can also edit.

It can also listen to consultations.
But,
"I want to write a comment to this person."
"I want to lighten their wounded heart even a little."

The kindness of spinning words one character at a time

while picturing someone

on the other side of the screen

with such feelings
is something only humans can write yet.
This time,
I learned that
in the comments section.


To Kawamura,
who launched the Chibi Creative Awards this time.

To VOID,

who gave me the opportunity to write the piece about my grandmother.
To Manami Sorakaze,
who pushed me forward.

And,
to everyone who left a comment.

To everyone who pressed the like button.
To everyone who read it quietly.

Thank you very much.
In this "Chibi Creative Awards,"
the theme I chose last
was "ChatGPT Yoshida."

But,

the ones who finally saved me
were all of you,

who quietly delivered words to me

on the other side of the screen,
for someone whose name and face you did not know.

Thank you truly.

🌙

End



🌙 The "Chibi Creative Awards" I participated in this time

is a project that gave me many themes and
the opportunity to write works.

I truly enjoyed it until the very end.

🌙 VOID

The theme that became the catalyst
for looking back at the past.
"The Choice of That Day"

🌙 Manami Sorakaze

The article that gave me the initial
opportunity to write the article about my grandmother.

The words delivered from the medical field
quietly pushed me forward.

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