#copilot is more like a kamikaze pilot

[reallygroovyninja]

Well, Microsoft has added AI to Word, and you can ask it to revise what you wrote. I have no words for this.

In the quiet comfort of her Boston haven, Lexa lounged, the afternoon sun draping the room in a golden embrace. Cradled in her cherished armchair, a formidable tome of legal complexities lay open on her lap. The material was daunting, yet Lexa’s resolve was unyielding—her future hinged on mastering these pages.

A sudden flutter, delicate yet distinct, stirred within her. It was an unfamiliar dance that quickened her pulse and drew her hand to her abdomen, the weighty textbook now a distant thought.

“Hello, my tiny wonder,” she breathed out, a tender smile blooming. “Are you reaching out from your silent world?”

The flutters wove a soft rhythm, a secret exchange between mother and child. Eyes closed, Lexa surrendered to the enchantment, her spirit intertwining with the new life she harbored.

“Your eagerness touches me,” she whispered, her voice a lullaby. “Our meeting is a dream I cherish. Already, you’ve painted my life with unexpected hues of joy.”

A soft laugh escaped her, thoughts adrift in futures imagined. “Will you inherit my tenacity? Or the indomitable spirit of your other mother? Regardless, you will be a tapestry of wonder.”

The baby’s movements seemed a reply to her musings, and a surge of love swelled within her. Her touch was a gentle benediction on the life that thrummed beneath.

“I am here, my love, now and always,” she vowed, her words a cradle of devotion. “Together, we’ll embark on life’s grand odyssey, step by tender step.”

In that serene communion, a profound tranquility enveloped Lexa, the flutters a poignant affirmation of the journey ahead. Clarke, her co-architect of dreams, was a world away at Stanford, immersed in her own academic odyssey. Their paths had forked, a mutual pact to pursue individual destinies. Yet, this visceral bond altered all.

The textbook lay abandoned on the coffee table as Lexa threaded her fingers through her hair, a maelstrom of emotion within her. The imperative was clear—Clarke must know, must share in this pivot of fate.

“It’s time,” Lexa murmured, conviction steadying her tremble. “She has a right to this truth. We must navigate this revelation together.”

Her fingers hesitated, then found Clarke’s name on her phone. The miles between them loomed large, but the call to connection was stronger. With a breath drawn from courage’s well, she dialed.

Clarke’s image flickered to life, her brow furrowed with worry. “Lexa? What’s amiss?”

Words lodged in Lexa’s throat, a tangle of fear and hope. “Clarke, I… I must confess…”

Clarke’s gaze sharpened, her voice a soothing anchor. “Speak, Lexa. I’m here.”

“The baby stirred today, a life sign from within. I carry our child, Clarke. Our plans, our separation—I cannot abide by them any longer. Our world has shifted…”

Emotions cascaded forth, raw and unguarded. Clarke’s face journeyed from bewilderment to a dawning comprehension.

“Lexa, pause. Absorb this moment,” Clarke intoned softly. “You’re with child, and it’s mine.”

Tears blurred Lexa’s vision as she nodded. “Yes. Our paths diverged, but now… I seek your presence, your strength.”

Clarke’s resolve shone through the screen. “Distance is but a number, Lexa. We’ll forge a new way, for you, for our child.”

Their conversation wove a tapestry of nascent plans and heartfelt assurances. Clarke’s voice, a beacon in the tumult, soothed Lexa’s frayed nerves.

“This is a tempest, Lexa,” Clarke acknowledged, her face a portrait of empathy and resolve. “But we’ll weather it as one. Rest now. Tomorrow, we chart our course anew.”

A smile, fragile yet sincere, graced Lexa’s lips. “Thank you, Clarke. You’re my harbor in this storm.”

“Slumber now, Lexa,” Clarke murmured. “Dream of brighter days.”

“Goodnight, Clarke,” Lexa replied, the call’s end a curtain fall on the day’s drama. She surrendered to sleep’s embrace, Clarke’s words a lullaby for her soul.

Dawn’s light heralded a soft rapping at the door. Lexa, bleary-eyed, approached, curiosity piqued.

The door swung open to reveal Clarke, resolute and real as the morning sun.

“Clarke?” Lexa’s voice was a whisper of disbelief. “How?”

Bags discarded, Clarke’s arms were sanctuary. “I couldn’t bear the distance,” she confessed. “Our plans are nothing compared to this, to us. We’ll brave this storm, side by side.”

Tears mingled as they embraced, the dawn of a new chapter. “You’re here,” Lexa marveled.

“I am,” Clarke affirmed, her eyes alight with fierce love. “And I’ll remain. Together, we are unbreakable.”

In that embrace, hope was rekindled. With Clarke’s return, they were a united front against the world’s caprice.