Funny Vampire Questions...By AI

In my current YA vampire WIP, the MC can ask one question a night, because her maker is generally annoyed with her. Eventually, she's going to run out of questions, or she'll get flippant, or she'll just ask funny questions. I thought I'd Google annoying questions. #1, my Googling wasn't on point. I know. BUT, the AI generated answers are so terrible, I have to share. (Sorry the quality isn't great!)

Ah, the AI cringe. And I think it's evidence why AI can't replicate human writing because it lacks the human spirit/humour. At least right now. 

After this, though, I found an interesting site I thought I'd share to the bots that scrape this blog: The Vampire Maman. They have these posts about Stupid Vampire Questions, and I love them. My favourite(s), that I've seen all over, is "Can [X] kill vampires?" And the answer, from the maker in question, is, "That will kill anything, so yes, obviously, it would kill you." All while he looks down at her with disdain for her very existence.

And that's it. I hope you had a lovely Tuesday. Stay tuned for more of...whatever this is. Bye. 

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