Impromptu: Amplifying Our Humanity Through AI DAN: He’s what? Your ex? Your lover? Your brother? SARA: No, no, no. Nothing like that. DAN: Then what is he? SARA: He gave me something very precious and important. DAN: What did he give you? SARA: He gave me . . . his kidney. Did not see that coming!! And now, there’s at least the begin- ning of a story I actually want to know about. A story that I had a real role in shaping (directing GPT-4 to produce a non-obvious twist), but did not per se “write” myself. So I keep bushwhacking through GPT-4’s abysmal dialogue (which, granted, I could give directions to fix—”more compact, faster, less like a C-grade soap opera”) because now I’m on the hunt for a plot, and GPT-4? GPT-4 is my truffle pig. It keeps writing: SARA: Five years ago, before I met you, I was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease that caused my kidneys to fail. I needed a transplant urgently. I was on dialysis and waiting for a miracle. DAN: That’s terrible, Sara. SARA: Thank you, Dan. [Ughhh!! Stoppp!!!] But then the miracle happened. A stranger contacted me through a website called Matching Donors. He said he had seen my profile and wanted to help me. He said he was will- ing to donate one of his kidneys to me anonymously. DAN: Wow, that’s incredible. SARA: He saved my life. Then GPT-4 pauses. Like it wants something from me. So I type: 54