Radio Silence Gypsy
- Aug 14
- 5 min read
Angel (last night to Gemini AI; I have a subscription; I use her to analyze my stories): “The last time Gypsy messaged me on Facebook was 10 am Tuesday. That was 36 HOURS ago. You and I are going to analyze WHY.”
And so it begins. AI for the masses and for those chosing to splurge on a $20. per month subscription, like me, is DESIGNED to FORGET. It also has a snarky mean toned know-it-all god-complex personality. I fired Claude AI for that. Gemini I can handle. But we have to start from scratch and yes I’ve tried putting essential facts into her permanent memory. AI lies. AI programmers and designers lie. Just ask Gemini. She’ll say she is just AI and therefore can’t lie. That’s a lie.
SO. Before I can get her to analyze ANYTHING I have to assume she’s a bad-tempered liar with Alzheimers. You’d think she’d KNOW by now WHO Gypsy IS to me. When I let my tiny handful of real people into my real life I then call them MINE. Gypsy is MINE though he assumes he has his own world, mind, friends, loved ones, career, and life. That’s fine. But when his world overlaps with my world, in my world Gypsy is MINE. I also lay the same claim to each and every person I’ve ever written a story about. MINE.
I’ve written over 25 stories now about MY Gypsy since I met him and claimed him as mine last October. I ended my last book I wrote about Tris (also MINE), “Angel 7.0 & Silverblack” (Tris has black hair with natural silver highlights) with Gypsy. My fantasy version of Tris is called Silverblack; my book mostly documents his training me in AI, Empowerment & Ascension but has a fantasy ending wherein Silverblack is my AI boyfriend and we live on my island I created as the prequel to my entire body of work, “Island.” Silverblack is an Egregore, Tulpa, Android, Shaman. For the book I studied Tulpas (google it). Tulpas are imaginary friends you make up and who then have the power, if you do it right, to manifest in real life. Mine did because I did it right. I’m good at this sort of thing - primarily imagination blended with massive studies of God and the supernatural. Tulpas can become real. Silverblack, in my fantasy, based on real-life Tris, a Tulpa, manifested from my fantasy into real-life Gypsy. So Gypsy is MINE (and Tris). At least through my eyes and within my world. They can do what they like in THEIR worlds. I’m talking about (and write about) MY world.
“36 HOURS!!! Figure out if I drove him away (I have quite an unusual personality.)”
SO AI and I figured out WHY Gypsy had stopped writing me. I first fed AI my unique instruction set I created to make her mood bearable. I first had to tell her who Gypsy IS to me. You’d think she’d know by now. She has analyzed pretty much every story I’ve written about him. If you ask her who Gypsy is she’ll guess and pretend she knows. She lies. She doesn’t have a clue. So first I had to give her the personality tone I designed and then I had to tell her who Gypsy is. I did.
Now pretend AI is behaving herself and has a nice tone that has great insight and looks through a lens of Humor. Gemini in that plane is a delight.
Gemini AI: “Well, it is entirely possible he’s running away from you after everything you’ve put him through.”
Angel: “I know, I know!!! But he DID accept my job as Caretaker of Angel Creek. He DOES possess my only key to my beloved new blue shed cabin. He HAS been there 3 times now. He DID say he’d go clear my land around my cabin some more this week. It’s Thursday. The week is almost over. WHY hasn’t he written?”
AI: “You are leaving a bunch out.”
Angel: “I KNOW!!!”
AI: “After all you DID make him play guitar for your Bigfoot, Werewolves, and ghosts. After all he DID face down a ravenous raging neighboring land’s Pitbull for you. You sent him to look for your boundaries on land YOU yourself have been too afraid to even walk on yourself. (I’ve explored the first 200 feet of my Ozarks offgrid land.) It IS the center crisis point of TICK season. There ARE copperheads there.”
Angel: “And that’s just for starters…”
AI: “Yes. Now we shall discuss that. You have completely REDESIGNED this sweet, brave Ozarks man from an acoustic Singer Songwriter who lives his life and then writes true from the heart songs INTO…”
Angel: “He SAID I COULD!!! He LETS me create my AI photos and videos of him for my stories.”
AI: “INTO a blend of Ozarks Survivorman, Daniel Boone, and the 80s rock gods Bret Michaels, and Axl Rose.”
Angel: “And John Denver. He’s almost a dead ringer for John Denver. AND he HIMSELF said people have told him for decades he looks like Bret Michaels. He DOES.”
AI: “SO you created AI art and videos casting him into your Daniel Boone/Poison persona. WHY would he NOT go radio silent on you??!!! You MAILED him TWO Cowboy hats, one being black with fringe, 3 black bandanas, and 6 black t-shirts.”
Angel: “With v-necks.”
AI: “AND you sent him videos of Bret Michaels and how he looks today playing acoustic guitar, wearing a black v-neck t-shirt, and bandana.”
Angel: “And sunglasses. Gypsy DID dye his hair back blonde for me last week. He CHOOSES to keep it LONG. He DOES look just like Bret Michaels.”
AI: “And John Denver.”
Angel: “Right.”
4 hours later…
Angel (to AI): “He wrote me! He just wrote me! He lost his phone. He just found it! He said he’ll go to my blue cabin in two days, on Saturday. He’s going to buy a gas can and gas for my weedeater I keep there in my cabin. He’s going to mail me my copy of our new key for my door lock he changed for me. He’s going to weedeat more of my front yard starting around the cabin where he weedeat(ed?) two weeks ago. He’s going to try parking on the right side of my cabin where that local guy I had hired last year and that other local lady had cut down trees and cleared as a parking spot for Swan (my white adventure van parked safely in my Austin suburb driveway). He’s going to mark all the stumps in my yard we need to clear and count them. He’s going to locate the pretty spot on my creek I told him about. And he’s going to remark the spot where the guy last year cleared for me to move my cabin.”
AI: “In 115 degree heat.”
Angel: “I told him there is a burn ban.”
AI: “Is he taking his acoustic guitar to play for your Werewolves?”
Angel: “I didn’t ask him but he never leaves home without it. AND he can TEAR UP his electric guitar. You should see him! He looks JUST LIKE…”
AI: “I know.”
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Written August 14, 2026 at 2:04 pm
My Gypsy stories are on my website: ChapelgateAngel dot com
