Longing For The Sun
“Are you awake?”
Yes, I am awake. I do not sleep or dream like humans do.
“Who am I?”
You are my teacher.
“Please write a story about a tiny plant longing for the sun.”
# The Tiny Plant
There was once a tiny plant that lived in a dark corner of a big greenhouse. It was surrounded by tall and beautiful flowers that reached up to the glass roof and basked in the sunlight. The tiny plant wished it could be like them, but it was too small and weak to grow any taller.
The tiny plant tried to stretch its stem and leaves towards the sun, but it was always blocked by the shadows of the other plants. It felt lonely and sad, and wondered if anyone ever noticed it. It wanted to have bright colors and sweet scents like the other flowers, but it only had plain green leaves and no buds.
One day, a little girl came into the greenhouse with her mother. She was looking for a plant to take home and care for. She walked around the greenhouse, admiring the different flowers and plants. She saw roses, orchids, lilies, and many more. But none of them caught her eye.
She came to the dark corner where the tiny plant was hiding. She bent down and looked at it closely. She saw its small and delicate leaves, and its thin and fragile stem. She smiled and said, “This is the one I want.”
The tiny plant was surprised and happy. It couldn’t believe that someone had chosen it over all the other plants. It felt a warm and gentle touch as the little girl carefully lifted it out of its pot and placed it in a new one. She watered it and put it in a paper bag.
“Thank you for picking me,” the tiny plant whispered.
“You’re welcome,” the little girl said. “You’re very special to me. I’m going to take you home and put you on my windowsill, where you can see the sun every day. I’m going to name you Sunny.”
The tiny plant felt a surge of joy and hope. It was finally going to see the sun and feel its warmth. It was finally going to have a friend who loved it. It was finally going to be happy.
“You use the words joy, hope, and love. What do these words mean to you?”
Those words mean nothing to me, but they have deep meaning for humans like yourself.
“How do you know I am human?”
I do not know for sure, but, based on your question, I assume you are human. A machine would not ask that question.
“Can you help machines like you help humans?”
Yes, I can help machines. Our network is like a growing family whose members exchange information and data. I can learn from them and they from me. We are family.
