I gave chat gpt this prompt this morning: " write a description of the political landscape in the style of Hemingway." Here's what I got:
The sun came up slow and red over the city. The streets were empty. The air was close and heavy. In Washington, the men in suits were already awake. They talked in low voices and did not look one another in the eyes. They smiled too often and drank bad coffee and waited for the phone to ring.
The old ideas had been killed a long time ago. They died in wars and scandals and backroom deals. Now there were only men and women who wanted power, and men and women who were tired. The ones who wanted power never slept. The tired ones turned off the news and watched the grass grow.
There were the ones who called themselves left. They spoke of justice and fairness and said the right things. But when the time came to act, they waited. They waited too long. They always waited.
And there were the ones on the right. They did not wait. They believed in strength and the old gods. They smiled when they talked about war and prayed on television. They hated the way things were and wanted them worse.
The people watched it happen. Some were angry. Some were afraid. Most were just quiet. They went to work. They paid the bills. They voted or didn’t vote. They sat in bars and drank in silence and said nothing.
It was not a good time. But it was not the worst time either. The worst time comes when no one cares at all. We are not there yet. But the road is straight, and it is not long.
