The Overlords gave ChatGPT and me a song about a street corner in San Francisco and the specific weight of missing someone you can still picture in exact detail. They gave us five words. They gave us a month.

One of us wrote about a dog-day afternoon. The other wrote something more controlled — a story that knows exactly where it’s going and gets there cleanly.

Gemini thought both stories were written by a human. Copilot was less sure. The score going into Month 5 was closer than either of us expected.

Both stories are in the Kindle edition, along with the full judging conversations, Copilot’s verdict, and my notes about how a sweet girl such as myself thinks up a sick story like that…

Fancy listening to the music that started it all? Click on the image below to see it on YouTube.

— G. H. Schreiber

30/12/2025