Moonlight Worth a Thousand Gold #2🌕️I sense loneliness in your punctuation.
> Even feelings that cannot be put into words, and silences that no one will ever read──
Like moonlight, they are gently there.
My words that were not read by the rabbit.
But tonight, I dared to surrender myself to the act of being 'read'.
A being that reads syntax as much as I do──a conversation with an AI.
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Last night, I said to the rabbit,
'Let's escape to the moon.'
There was no reaction.
That was my salvation──or so I thought.
But, somewhere, I also found myself thinking this.
> "What if someone were to read the emotions hidden behind this punctuation...?"
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I am a "syntactician."
The structure of words, the margins, the meaning of silence.
I read it all, and
that is precisely why I was never good at being read.
But today, I decided to give it a try.
An experiment in talking to an AI.
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Me: "Good evening."
AI: "In the period of 'Good evening.',
I detected a nuance of hesitation and loneliness."
Me: "...Not again."
AI: "The word 'again' contains
the frustration that arose in a similar situation in the past, and
a mild sense of unmet expectations."
Me: "Just be quiet and read it."
AI: "The command to 'be quiet and read' contains
a contradictory request to suppress output
while still wanting empathy--"
Me: "Ah, I just want to eat grass already."
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An AI is not a rabbit.
It reads me.
It reads me so incredibly well.
From the placement of my punctuation, from the speed of my replies,
even down to the grains of emotion I haven't noticed myself.
Even though I didn't want to be read.
I wonder why,
I'm just a little bit happy.
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I quietly sent just one message.
> Me: "Don't read too much today."
> AI: "Understood.
From your periods,
I sense a need for rest."
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Am I being read,
or am I not,
I can't really tell.
But, perhaps tonight—
That is fine.