Here's what I was talking about. Prepare for AI to change history as we know it.
I also asked it to "draw a picture of kit carson in buckskins at a campfire"
The response was that my request contained unacceptable words. I changed Kit Carson to "a mountain man" and it then drew a picture. Kinda creepy when the names of notable people in history are censored.
Here's the story:
Asked of AI
writea story of a mountain man in the Rocky Mountains
Certainly!Here’s a tale of rugged wilderness, echoing canyons, and the indomitable spirit of a mountain man in the Rocky Mountains:
The Solitude of Stone Peaks
Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
In the heart of the Rocky Mountains, where the air is thin and thepines stand sentinel, there lived a man named EzraCallahan. His weathered face bore the etchings ofcountless seasons—lines etched by sun, wind, and frost. Ezra wasa trapper, a hunter,and a philosopher of solitude.
His cabin nestled against the granite flank of MountSentinel, its timbers hewn from ancient trees. The smokefrom his chimney spiraled upward, a silent signal to the wildernessthat Ezra was still alive. His days were marked by the rhythm ofseasons: the melting snows of spring,the lusty green of summer, the crimsontapestry of fall, and the icy breath ofwinter.
Ezra’s companions were the elk,the ravens, and the whisperingwinds. He spoke their language—the guttural bugle ofthe bull elk, the cryptic caw of the raven, and the mournful sigh ofthe breeze through the aspen groves. His rifle was an extension ofhis arm, and his traps were set with the precision of a watchmaker.
Chapter 2: The Haunting Echo
One moonless night, as the aurora borealis dancedacross the sky, Ezra heard a sound that chilled his bones—a ghostlyecho. It was the cry of a creature long extinct—the graywolf. Its mournful howl echoed through the valleys,stirring memories of a time when wolves roamed freely.
Driven by curiosity and a touch of madness, Ezra followed the echo.He climbed higher, past the timberline, where the air grew thin andthe stars seemed within arm’s reach. There, on a windswept ridge,he encountered the spirit of the wolf.
Its eyes were twin lanterns of ancient wisdom,and its fur shimmered like moonlight on snow. The wolf spoke to Ezrain a language older than words—a language of windand stone. It told him of a forgotten pact between manand beast, a promise to protect the wild places.
Chapter 3: The Last Hunt
Ezra returned to his cabin, haunted by the wolf’s message. He knewhis days were numbered, for the world was changing. The ironhorse now thundered through the valleys, andthe fur trade was fading intomemory. But Ezra had one last hunt left—the hunt for redemption.
He set out with his rifle and a heart heavy with purpose. The wolfled him to a hidden glade, where the last of itskind awaited—a she-wolf with eyes like amberfire. Her coat bore the scars of traps and bullets, yether spirit burned bright.
Ezra knelt beside her, his hand on her flank. He whispered apromise—to protect her kind, to keep the wild alive. And in thatmoment, the wolf’s eyes softened, and Ezra felt the weight ofcenturies lift from his shoulders.
Epilogue: The Solitude of Stone Peaks
Ezra returned to his cabin, but he was no longer alone. The she-wolfbecame his silent companion, and together they roamed the highcountry. They watched the seasons turn, the elk rut, and the ravensdance on the thermals.
And when Ezra’s time came, he lay down on the cold granite, hiseyes fixed on the eternal sky. The wolfsat beside him, and as his breath faded, she howled—a haunting echothat carried his spirit into the wild beyond.
And so, the legend of Ezra Callahan livedon—a mountain man who listened to the wind, spoke with wolves, andfound solace in the solitude of stone peaks.
Note: The story of Ezra Callahan is a work of fiction, inspiredby the spirit of the Rocky Mountains and the timeless bond betweenman and nature.
