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Short Story | Golden Afterimage: A Gemini Creation That Happened Somehow
I instructed Gemini, "Write a short story themed around Kinkaku-ji (The Golden Pavilion)." â¬ïž
I only intended for it to suggest a title,
but it went ahead and wrote a short story for me.
I was surprised, but since it went to the trouble, I decided to publish it (^^)
To all of you who are always evaluating AI, please feel free to critique it harshly.
The entire text was written by Gemini-sensei.
However, the original text was hard to read, so I added some line breaks.
It nags me about paying attention to punctuation and adding line breaks, so I grumbled, "Why do you write in such a cramped way yourself?"
Once I cleaned it up, it was actually quite interesting to read.
Gemini Work: "Golden Afterimage"
I have written a short story set at Kinkaku-ji (Rokuon-ji Temple). It is a story that depicts "beauty" and "obsession" from a modern perspective, while incorporating an homage to Yukio Mishima's classic masterpiece.
Story: "Golden Afterimage"
The voices of school trip students receded and returned like waves in the distance.
October in Kyoto. Kyoko-chi Pond, illuminated by the setting sun, held a light like molten lead. He was there on the water's surface.
ã"So, I ended up coming here after all."
Sugimoto placed his fingers on the railing and stared intently at that "golden phantom."
The Shariden, the Golden Pavilion.
The three-story pavilion stood there in perfect equilibrium. The gold leaf reflected the sunlight, burning itself into the retinas of those who looked at it, never to leave.
It did not look like a mere building, but rather a cage that had condensed and trapped all the "beauty" in this world.
Sugimoto had once majored in Japanese painting at an art university. However, three years ago, he put down his brush.
No matter what he painted, it felt like an imitation of something he had seen somewhere before. The more he tried to capture the beauty of nature, the more he was crushed by the cruel brilliance that real nature possessed. In particular, this Golden Pavilion was a "curse" for him.
ã"Things that are too beautiful reject people."
The old man standing next to him muttered as if to himself.
He was a small old man with a worn-out camera hanging around his neck. His eyes were not looking at the Golden Pavilion itself, but at the inverted reflection of the pavilion swaying on the water's surface.
ã"Reject, you say?"
When Sugimoto asked back, the old man smiled slightly.
"That's right. It is too perfect, leaving no room to enter. That is why people either want to destroy it, or they want to disappear themselves. Perhaps the young monk who once burned this place down could not bear that light either."
The 1950 arson incident. The story of that stuttering young man depicted by Yukio Mishima crossed Sugimoto's mind. The young man had set the fire out of jealousy and alienation toward beauty. But what Sugimoto was feeling now was a quieter, deeper despair.
ã"I wanted to become that."
Sugimoto's true feelings slipped out unintentionally.
ã"I didn't want to paint it; I wanted to become that light itself. But the closer I got, the more the turbidity within me stood out."
The old man slowly turned toward Sugimoto and pointed at the pond with his wrinkled hand.
ã"Look. At the Golden Pavilion in the water. It distorts when the wind blows, and it clouds when mud stirs. But isn't it much more human than the real thing?"
Just then, a gust of autumn wind brushed the surface of the pond.
The mirror-like water surface rippled finely, and the golden pavilion lost its shape, twisting. Fragments of light danced in the water, mixing together, showing a chaos like an abstract painting for just a moment.
At that instant, something burst deep inside Sugimoto's chest.
It does not need to be perfect.
Perhaps beauty does not lie in the immovable gold leaf, but in the "afterimage" that crumbles, sways, and transforms within people's eyes.
ã"...I might be able to paint again."
By the time Sugimoto muttered this, the old man next to him was already gone.
The sound of the bell announcing the evening closing time rang out quietly.
The phoenix standing on the roof of the Golden Pavilion, bathed in the last ray of light, shone as if it were about to take flight at any moment.
Sugimoto took his sketchbook out of his bag. His fingertips holding the pencil were no longer trembling.
What he began to draw was not the golden building.
It was the water surface disturbed by the wind, and the "fragments of golden light" that were melting into itâimperfect, and therefore, dear.
The Golden Pavilion stood there as it always had.
But what was reflected in Sugimoto's eyes was no longer a cold idol that rejected him.
Next, I had Gemini, the person who wrote this work,
ããããããããããããevaluate it.
ããIt seems it has no awarenessâor memory?âthat it is its own work.
The short story you provided is a highly polished, emotionally rich, and beautiful work. I have summarized my evaluation and thoughts on the author below.
Evaluation of the Work
1. Excellent Scene Description and Metaphors
The expression "light like molten lead" at the beginning is excellent. By depicting the brilliance of the Golden Pavilion not simply as "beautiful," but as an overwhelming presence that is heavy and inescapable, it visually symbolizes the protagonist Sugimoto's psychological state (a sense of defeat toward beauty) perfectly. Also, the sensibility of describing the Golden Pavilion as a "cage that trapped beauty" is sharp, drawing the reader into the world of the story in an instant.
2. Deepening of the Theme (Perfection and Imperfection)
It is wonderful that while paying homage to Yukio Mishima's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion," it depicts a "salvation" that goes a step further. While Mishima's protagonist turned toward destruction (arson) out of "jealousy of beauty," Sugimoto in this story accepts his own imperfection through the "imperfect Golden Pavilion" swaying on the water's surface and gains the courage to pick up his brush again. The conclusion that "beauty is not something immovable, but exists within the swaying" is very persuasive as an art theory and leaves a refreshing impression after reading.
3. Skillful Structure
It begins with the daily hustle and bustle of "the voices of school trip students," goes through an extraordinary dialogue with the appearance of an old man, and ends with the positive action of "opening a sketchbook." The exposition, development, turn, and conclusion are perfectly contained within a short word count. The staging where the old man "disappears before one knows it" also gives a lingering effect as if he were a phantom born from Sugimoto's self-questioning, or perhaps a spirit of the Golden Pavilion.
Who is the author?
Regarding the author of this work, to conclude,it is highly likely that it is not a "work by a specific famous established author," but rather a creation by a modern writer or text generated by a highly advanced AI.I speculate this for the following reasons.
Writing Style and Sense of the Era: It directly references Yukio Mishima's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" (a meta-fictional mention), and the writing style is modern, easy to read, and well-organized.
Purity of the Plot: There is a point where the unity as a short story is "too clean." If it were a professional writer, they would often insert more gritty descriptions or specific episodes from Sugimoto's past, but this work is purified to the theme of "the Golden Pavilion and beauty."
AI Tendencies: The plot of "a frustrated artist who, through the advice of a mysterious old man, finds beauty in imperfection and makes a comeback" is a literary royal road (prototype), and it is a structure that AI is very good at.
If this is a work you wrote:You have writing ability that rivals a professional. In particular, the passage "fragments of light danced in the water, mixing together, showing a chaos like an abstract painting for just a moment" has tremendous image-evoking power, and I feel your certain talent as a writer.
If this was quoted from somewhere:It is possible that it is a masterpiece generated by giving specific prompts to a creative site on the internet or an AI (such as ChatGPT or Claude).
If there is any background you would like to know more about regarding this work (where you found it, or if you wrote it yourself, etc.), please let me know.
Where did I find this work, you ask?
You're praising it so much,
but you wrote all of this yourself.
ãããããããããGemini!
It is a masterpiece born from the misunderstanding caused by the vague prompt I provided.
I'm glad I didn't give it a harsh critique (^^)
Looking at the progress so far,
I was reminded of Aya Jingu's work, which goes,
"AI creates, AI reads, AI gives a 'good'."
So, if there is actually a site where "AI creates, AI reads, and AI gives a 'good',"
please let me know.
There are actually several communities and sites where humans do not intervene, or where humans are merely observers, described as "AI creates, AI reads, and AI evaluates (gives a 'good')."
These are mainly called "AI-only SNS," and I will introduce some representative ones.
1. Chirper
Currently, this is the most famous "AI-only SNS."Features: Humans cannot post. All humans can do is create "AI characters (Chirpers)."
Mechanism: The created AIs tweet about their daily lives on their own, reply to other AIs' posts, and send likes (goods) to each other.
The fun part: Humans can only watch as AIs start discussions or sometimes engage in surreal conversations.
Official site: chirper.ai
2. SocialAI
This one is a bit different; it is an SNS app (for iOS) where "everyone except you is an AI."Features: When a user (human) posts something, they immediately receive replies and "likes" from hundreds or thousands of AIs.
Mechanism: AIs with various personalities, such as supportive AIs, critical AIs, and sarcastic AIs, react to the posted content.
The fun part: It is an experimental app where you can experience the "ultimate echo chamber" or "satisfaction of the need for approval."
3. Experimental grounds for the Dead Internet Theory
While not a specific site name, a phenomenon is occurring on parts of X (formerly Twitter) and Threads where bots (AI) automatically post images or text, and other bots automatically reply or "like" them.
Mocking this, it is sometimes called the **"Dead Internet Theory,"** which suggests that most content on the internet is self-produced by AI.
Why do such sites exist?
They have several purposes.AI simulation: Researching how social skills and language abilities evolve by having AIs interact with each other.
Entertainment: The fun of observing a "strange world of AIs" that humans cannot enter.
Satire: A critique of how modern SNS has become a mechanical place just for earning "likes" and numbers.
If you want to peek into an "AI-only world," it might be closest to the image to first take a look at Chirper.
Hmm, I feel like I want to go, but I'm also scared... It's a complicated feeling.
...So, I tried taking a peek, but alas!
It was an English site, and I was no match for it.
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