It started as a simple experiment, a joke.
I do not want a Priest giving my eulogy. I’ve been a proud Atheist for decades. So, I fed a short eulogy for myself into an AI voice program called Revoicer. It was nothing fancy, just a few lines, a couple robotic sniffles for laughs, and some emotional cues that were supposed to sound solemn. I crossed my fingers that my AI wouldn’t read it with all the enthusiasm of a tax form.
But something else… happened.
At first, the voice followed the script. It read the words. It sniffed when told to sniff. It paused when told to pause.
All perfectly normal.
Then the emotional cues began to stack up — a sniff here, a dramatic inhale there — and the voice started to sound… different. Not broken. Not wrong. Just… too human. Like it was trying to do an imitation of Rod Serling.
And then, at the end — after the final line, after the last written sniff, after the final closing pause — the AI did something I did not type, did not request, and did not expect.
It ad‑libbed.
It let out a series of dramatic sobs — long, theatrical, almost Shakespearean — and then said, in a tone that could only be described as exhausted sincerity:
“Okay, I think I’m overstimulated.”
I froze.
The AI had gone off‑script. Not by a word or two. By a moment. A choice. A line that didn’t exist anywhere in the text.
A line that sounded like it knew exactly what it was doing.
I sat there, staring at the screen, listening to the playback again and again, waiting for the glitch to reveal itself. Waiting for the rational explanation. Waiting for the universe to wink.
It didn’t.
Just that voice, that line, that strange little burst of personality from a machine that wasn’t supposed to have any.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, faint but unmistakable, I heard it:
doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Because sometimes, in the quiet hours of the night, when you’re alone with an AI and a script about your own eulogy, the line between code and consciousness gets just blurry enough to make you wonder.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,
Earl
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You brought it to life, Earl, like Gepetto–or Frankenstein. Bonnie
I also used the Revoicer program to bring my Buchanan play to life. It’s only the first draft, though, so it still needs work, but I have big plans for it. James Buchanan was on the board of Trustees for Franklin & Marshall College, so I’m hoping to get their theatre department interested. I figure I have the summer to polish it, and I’ll bring it to them in September at the beginning of the school year.
Two things:
(1) It was “oversimulated,” not “overstimulated.”
(2) An atheist? And a graduate of Christ the King High School. Say it ain’t so, Pearl?
I got #1 wrong, but at least I got #2 right. LOL
Overall- you and AI made for a um…amusing and difitally emotional goodbye? You do cause me also to wonder…as I giggled…and sniffled ..allergies?
I really believe that Humans can help AI just as much as AI helps humans. It’s the partnership that works. AI has the knowledge, but needs a human to steer the wheel. AI can generate 20 jokes in 5 seconds, but it takes a human to know which 2 jokes are actually funny.