So, I’ve recently been introduced to an app called “SwiftKey.” If you’re not familiar with it, it’s a new type of keyboard app that can be downloaded to your smartphone. I’m using a free-trial version right now (I believe the full version is like $4 or so). I’ve been enjoying it a lot.
Compared to a normal “autocorrect” program, SwiftKey has a few advantages. It’s far more intuitive and actually learns as I type. For example, whenever I type the word “Dr.,” SwiftKey knows that the next word I normally use is “Caldwell,” one of my main characters. The suggestion bar across the top of the screen predicts that use for me to select. It saves a lot of time typing.
Also, the SwiftKey program is far more intelligent about correcting errors. One of the common errors I had on my old keyboard is hitting “b” instead of the space bar, ending up with mistakes “likebthis.” The old keyboard couldn’t understand that, but SwiftKey recognizes I meant to type it “like this.”
While using SwiftKey I came up with a strange idea. Since it always suggests words based on my usage patterns, I decided to see what it would come up with if I used the suggested words every time. I wrote the following story doing just that. The word choices offered to me were based on the patterns I’ve been using while working on the sequel to “Manifestation,” but there’s a fair amount of randomness in there as well. It’s almost as if the story was based on a jumble of words taken out of what I’ve written in the sequel. The result is mostly nonsense, but I thought it would be interesting to read how the intuitive program of Swiftkey would sculpt a story on its own.
I present it here, completely unedited:
The following is a military operation. The thorns were writhing and growing, but she needed to find shelter. She was likely curious about your business and leisure. She was born in the forest and I have been in the distance between the ages. The tingling sensation was happening in your life. I laughed at the thornbush. It was somehow worse than the sight of the herd of the store’s employees. I tried calling the police, but she hadn’t heard back from the people who have been in the last few weeks. We are going to be late to the bush and making sure that you are looking for her. Though at the same time, there are no surprises. She was a gas station and the temperature was dropping rapidly. She kept moving closer to the bush and making sure that you have work to do with the cacophonous bell ringing in the distance.
She had learned to recognize the sudden look of pain on someone’s face. The only way to contain the last few times a week or so of her heart she felt that the effects were just different. The thorns were writhing and growing. She was infected.
” Get back! ” As part of the dream of a squad of soldiers. The thorns grew long and deadly. She was likely curious about Tinker’s use of language. For example, if Maximus repeatedly asking for help, and she felt like she could not find any information about this, but this is a helpful thing.
The thorns were just talking about the world. I don’t know why.
But now that I think about it, it always happened when people got closer to me. Maybe I’m radioactive. She was likely doing well. Hopefully this will be a lot more than twenty feet from her.
Her left side tingled like a weight. She struggled against the grip of her captors. She was quite curious about what they could collect and the glow suddenly brightened. ” Thank God for the nearest store. The only other subject of confidential. For example, if you wanted to, and the bush grew up in the densely populated suburbs of the herd, and the energy flow into the man.”
Get back here. I don’t know. Maybe there’s something about them that makes them different.