PG is going to play with Google Bard for a bit to see how it might perform as an assistant to an author.
He recognizes that Bard is most definitely a work in progress and is not in the same league as even a mediocre author.
PG will do this off and on for a bit. If you think it is a boring mistake, feel free to skip it and/or contact PG to tell him to stop wasting your time.
Below, you’ll find PG’s prompt and three alternative responses from Bard.
Prompt: Write the first chapter of a contemporary spy thriller set in New York City
The city lights twinkled like stars in the night sky as Anya slipped through the shadows of Central Park. She was dressed in black, her movements silent and precise. She had been trained to be invisible, to blend into the background and disappear at a moment’s notice.
Tonight, she was on a mission.
She had received a tip from her handler, a mysterious man named Raven, that a high-stakes arms deal was going down in the park. Anya was tasked with infiltrating the deal and gathering as much intelligence as possible.
She made her way to the clearing where the deal was supposed to take place. It was deserted, save for a few pigeons roosting in the trees. Anya waited patiently, her senses on high alert.
After a few minutes, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She ducked behind a tree and watched as two figures emerged from the darkness. They were both men, dressed in expensive suits and sunglasses.
One of the men carried a briefcase. Anya’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that briefcase contained the weapons that were the subject of the deal.
The two men stopped in the middle of the clearing. They exchanged a few words, then the man with the briefcase opened it and revealed a cache of weapons inside.
Anya watched as the other man inspected the weapons. He seemed satisfied. He nodded to the man with the briefcase, then reached into his jacket pocket.
Anya knew what was coming next. The other man was about to pay for the weapons. She had to act fast.
She burst out from behind the tree and tackled the man with the briefcase to the ground. The other man spun around, his hand reaching for a gun.
Anya was quicker. She drew her own gun and pointed it at the man’s head.
“Freeze!” she ordered.
The man froze, his eyes wide with fear.
Anya turned to the man on the ground. He had dropped the briefcase and was now struggling to get up.
“Don’t move,” she warned.
She walked over to the briefcase and opened it. Inside, she saw a variety of weapons, including assault rifles, handguns, and grenades.
Anya knew that this was a major bust. She had stopped a dangerous arms deal and prevented these weapons from falling into the wrong hands.
But she also knew that her work was far from over. The people behind this deal were still out there, and they would be looking for her.
She had to get out of here, and fast.
She turned to the two men. “You’re both under arrest,” she said.
She handcuffed them both and then called for backup.
A few minutes later, a police car arrived. Anya briefed the officers on what had happened, and they took the two men into custody.
Anya watched as the police car drove away. She took a deep breath and sighed with relief. She had done it. She had stopped the arms deal and saved the day.
But she knew that this was just the beginning. The real danger was still out there.
She turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of Central Park.
The night was cold and blustery, the wind whipping through the streets of New York City like a banshee. A lone figure stood in the shadows of a doorway, hunched against the cold. His eyes scanned the street, alert for any sign of trouble.
The man’s name was Alex Stone, and he was a spy. He worked for the CIA, and he was very good at his job. But tonight, he was worried. He had been tasked with a dangerous mission, and he knew that the stakes were high.
Alex’s mission was to infiltrate a secret meeting of a group of terrorists who were planning an attack on the United States. The terrorists were meeting in a penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and Alex had managed to get himself invited.
But now, as he stood in the doorway, he was having second thoughts. He knew that the terrorists were dangerous, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face them. But he also knew that he couldn’t back out now. The lives of innocent people were at stake.
Alex took a deep breath and stepped out of the doorway. He walked down the street, blending in with the crowd. He kept his head down and his eyes on the ground, so as not to attract attention.
When he reached the apartment building, he went inside and took the elevator to the penthouse. He knocked on the door, and a moment later it was opened by a man with a shaved head and a goatee.
“Alex Stone?” the man asked.
“That’s me,” Alex said.
“Welcome,” the man said. “Come in.”
Alex stepped inside the apartment. It was large and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The apartment was filled with people, all of them well-dressed and sophisticated.
Alex scanned the room, looking for the leader of the terrorists. He spotted him in the corner, talking to a group of men. The leader was a tall, imposing man with a black beard. He was wearing a dark suit and tie.
Alex made his way over to the leader and introduced himself.
“Alex Stone,” he said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine,” the leader said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I hope it’s all good,” Alex said.
“It is,” the leader said. “I’m confident that you’ll be a valuable asset to our team.”
Alex smiled. He had infiltrated the meeting, and he was now one step closer to completing his mission. But he knew that the real danger was still ahead.
To be continued...
Chapter 1: The Drop
The rain in New York City was relentless, pounding on the pavement and sidewalks like a thousand tiny fists. It was a cold, blustery night, and the city streets were deserted.
A lone figure stood in the shadows of a doorway, watching the rain fall. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black trench coat and a fedora hat, pulled low over his brow.
His name was Jake Stone, and he was a spy.
Stone had been watching this particular doorway for the past two hours. He knew that a drop was scheduled to take place here tonight, and he was determined to intercept it.
The drop was a routine intelligence exchange between Stone’s agency, the CIA, and the Russian intelligence agency, the FSB. It was a delicate operation, and the slightest mistake could lead to disaster.
Stone’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched the seconds tick by. He knew that the drop was due any minute now.
Suddenly, a black van pulled up to the curb. The door opened and a man in a suit got out. He was carrying a briefcase.
The man looked around cautiously, then walked over to the doorway where Stone was hiding.
“Stone?” he whispered.
“The package,” the man said, handing over the briefcase.
Stone took the briefcase and checked it. It was heavy and locked.
“Thank you,” he said.
The man turned and walked back to the van. He got in and the van drove away.
Stone waited a few minutes, then he stepped out of the doorway and into the rain. He walked down the street, careful to stay in the shadows.
He knew that the Russians would be following him, but he didn’t care. He had the package, and that was all that mattered.
Stone turned a corner and entered a small alleyway. He stopped and looked around. There was no one in sight.
He quickly unlocked the briefcase and opened it. Inside was a stack of papers.
Stone took out the top sheet and scanned it. It was a list of names and addresses.
He recognized some of the names immediately. They were the names of high-ranking Russian officials.
Stone smiled. This was a major breakthrough.
He quickly put the papers back in the briefcase and locked it. Then he turned and walked out of the alleyway.
He knew that he had to get the package to his superiors as quickly as possible. But first, he needed to find a place to hide.
Stone looked around and saw a small hotel across the street. He quickly crossed the street and went inside.
He checked into a room and went up to his floor. He unlocked the door and stepped inside.
He closed the door behind him and locked it. Then he placed the briefcase on the bed and sat down next to it.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He had done it. He had intercepted the drop.
But he knew that the job wasn’t over yet. The Russians would be looking for him, and they would stop at nothing to get the package back.
Stone stood up and walked to the window. He looked down at the street below.
He knew that he had to be careful. But he also knew that he couldn’t let the Russians win.
He had to get the package to his superiors, no matter what.