COMPARE Ian Fleming written James Bond versus ChatGPT's AI's James Bond writing style*

(ChatGPT’s AI written opening scene) The smoky French casino was alive with the sound of clinking glasses and the shuffle of cards as James Bond sat down at the high stakes poker table. He could feel the eyes of his opponents on him, trying to gauge his mood and his level of expertise. Sitting at the table was a beautiful woman with long, flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes. Bond couldn't help but be drawn to her, and he knew that she was more than just a casual player. But he also knew that she was an enemy secret agent, and he couldn't let his guard down. He had to stay focused on the game and not let her beauty distract him. The late hour seemed to bring out the most desperate and determined players, and Bond knew that he would have to be at the top of his game if he wanted to walk away a winner. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the woman sitting across from him. She accepted with a sly smile, and Bond lit both of their cigarettes with a practiced flick of his lighter. The dealer shuffled the deck and began to deal the cards. Bond studied his hand, trying to read the faces of his opponents for any sign of weakness. He could feel the tension in the room rising as the bets were placed, the chips clinking against the table in a symphony of anticipation The flop came, and Bond's heart raced as he saw that he had a strong hand. He could feel the eyes of his opponents on him, trying to gauge his reaction, trying to figure out if he was bluffing or if he had the goods. Bond knew that he had to stay cool and play it straight. He raised the bet, and his opponents hesitated before calling. The turn came, and Bond's heart skipped a beat as he saw that he had hit his flush. He could feel the excitement building inside of him as he pushed all of his chips into the pot. His opponents looked at each other, trying to decide what to do. Bond could see the doubt in their eyes, and he knew that he had them right where he wanted them. Finally, one of his opponents called, and the other folded. Bond couldn't contain his excitement as he turned over his hand and raked in the pot, the cheers of the crowd ringing in his ears as he walked away a winner. As he collected his winnings and stood up to leave, he couldn't help but shoot a sly grin at the beautiful woman across the table. He knew that he had outplayed her, and he couldn't wait to do it again.

VS (Ian Fleming's opening scene) The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling--a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension--becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it. James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired. He always knew when his body or his mind had had enough and he always acted on the knowledge. This helped him to avoid staleness and the sensual bluntness that breeds mistakes. He shifted himself unobtrusively away from the roulette he had been playing and went to stand for a moment at the brass rail which surrounded breast-high the top table in the salle privée. Le Chiffre was still playing and still, apparently, winning. There was an untidy pile of flecked hundred-mille plaques in front of him. In the shadow of his thick left arm there nestled a discreet stack of the big yellow ones worth half a million francs each. Bond watched the curious, impressive profile for a time, and then he shrugged his shoulders to lighten his thoughts and moved away. The barrier surrounding the caisse comes as high as your chin and the caissier, who is generally nothing more than a minor bank clerk, sits on a stool and dips into his piles of notes and plaques. These are ranged on shelves. They are on a level, behind the protecting barrier, with your groin. The caissier has a cosh and a gun to protect him, and to heave over the barrier and steal some notes and then vault back and get out of the casino through the passages and doors would be impossible. And the caissiers generally work in pairs. Bond reflected on the problem as he collected the sheaf of hundred thousand and then the sheaves of ten thousand franc notes. With another part of his mind, he had a vision of tomorrow's regular morning meeting of the casino committee. 'Monsieur Le Chiffre made two million. He played his usual game. Miss Fairchild made a million in an hour and then left. She executed three "bancos" of Monsieur Le Chiffre within an hour and then left. She played with coolness... *Artwork by DALLE-2 Program I don't think Ian would have lost too much sleep, but he might have been amused.