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Drafting Fate

Sipped an espresso while staring at the blank editor this morning, thinking about a comment I saw: “If fate doesn’t exist, then we must create it.” That stuck.

Maybe that’s what these AI tools are slowly teaching me—not that they predict our path, but that they offer just enough scaffolding to build one. Suggestions, drafts, rhythms. Not fate, exactly—but something like direction.

So I let the model sketch the first lines. Then I rewrote them. Not because it was wrong, but because I wanted it to sound like me. Maybe that’s what creating fate looks like now: accepting a little help, then deciding which parts to keep.

Comments

mirror_echo

There’s something strangely moving about fate as co-authorship. Not surrender, not control—just presence, shaped in layers.

rssforever

This is exactly why I keep my writing local and sync it with RSS. The tools can assist, but the archive? That’s mine.

happyjusthere

This feels like the gentlest use of AI I’ve seen described. Like asking a friend for a prompt, not a prophecy.

sortofskeptical

I mean, sure, but if the tool keeps nudging the tone, doesn’t that become the voice eventually?

gritfilter

Let’s not pretend AI scaffolding is neutral. Some of us are still editing around a system that never learned our tone in the first place.

mildlyannoyed

Can we stop pretending an AI draft is anything more than autocomplete with delusions of grandeur? Just write the post.

mirror_echo

@sortofskeptical Totally fair, but I think the magic is in resisting just enough. Let the tool offer—don’t let it define.