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Example 4 out of 5: I've written half of this one.

Prompt #1: I've got half of a play. Can you help me finish it?
["Of course! I'd be happy to help you finish your play. Can you please provide me with more information on what you've already written, what you want the play to be about, and any specific help you need? That way, I can assist you better."]

Prompt #2: WHO SPITTED ON MY BISCUITS
a one-minute play
based on a true story

[Lights rise -- it's Earth, but an unknown year. Carmichael McMango takes off his astronaut helmet to prepare for his biscuits and gravy. Horace the velociraptor slides that plate with his tail to Carmichael as she smiles in anticipation. A window is open by the stove.]

HORACE: Best. Breakfast. Ever.

CARMICHAEL: Thanks babe. You know my favorites like nobody's business.

HORACE: And now that I have my favorite fork back, it's time to dig in.

CARMICHAEL: Mmmmmmmmmm, enjoy.

[Carmichael's eyes widen after his first bite.]

HORACE: Is it good?

[Carmichael spits it out.]

CARMICHAEL: WHOA, EXCUSE ME BUT WHO SPITTTED ON MY BISCUITS?!

[Horace gasps.]

["I love the start of your play! Based on what you've shared, it seems like you have a fun and unique premise to work with. Here's a possible continuation of your play:" It then generated the other half of the play.]

Prompt #3: We need a stronger role for women in this show. Horace needs more control of her life than waiting on biscuit-approval. It's funny how spit sounds like a dirty work -- keep that -- but also the word "spitted" needs to be used more.

[Lights rise -- it's Earth, but an unknown year. Carmichael McMango takes off his astronaut helmet to prepare for his biscuits and gravy. Horace the velociraptor is busy cooking in the kitchen. A window is open by the stove.]
HORACE: Breakfast is almost ready, Carmichael. Just a few more minutes.
CARMICHAEL: [smiling] You're the best, Horace. I can't wait.
HORACE: [proudly] I used the special spice blend that you like.
[Carmichael takes a bite of her biscuit and nods approvingly.]
CARMICHAEL: [chewing] Mmm, this is delicious, Horace. You've really outdone yourself.
HORACE: [smiling] I'm glad you like it.
[Carmichael's eyes widen after her next bite.]
CARMICHAEL: [spitting out her biscuit] Whoa, excuse me, but who spitted on my biscuits?!
[Horace looks shocked and hurt.]
HORACE: [defensive] I did not spit on your biscuits! I put my heart and soul into making them perfect.
CARMICHAEL: [apologetic] I'm sorry, Horace. I didn't mean to accuse you. It's just that it tasted like someone spat on it.
[Just then, a small, green alien with tentacles and big, googly eyes crawls in through the open window.]
ALIEN: [chirping] Hi there! I'm Zorblax, and I come in peace.
HORACE: [confused] Who are you, and what do you want?
ZORBLAX: [excitedly] I am an intergalactic food critic, and I have come to sample the culinary delights of your planet!
CARMICHAEL: [intrigued] That sounds fascinating. Would you like to try some of our biscuits?
ZORBLAX: [eagerly] Yes, please!
[HORACE serves Zorblax a biscuit, and Zorblax takes a bite.]
ZORBLAX: [disgusted] Ugh, what is this? It tastes like someone spat on it!
[CARMICHAEL and HORACE exchange a knowing look.]
HORACE: [firmly] That's enough, Zorblax. We take great pride in our cooking, and we won't tolerate disrespect.
CARMICHAEL: [nodding] You can leave now.
[Zorblax scurries out of the window as HORACE and CARMICHAEL exchange a high-five.]
HORACE: [proudly] That's what happens when you mess with my biscuits!
[CARMICHAEL smiles and takes another bite of her biscuit.]
CARMICHAEL: [chewing] Mmm, it's even better now that we've put that alien in their place.
HORACE: [smiling] Glad you like it, babe.
[The lights fade to black.]

I started off as the writer. Did I concede my right to full ownership asking for help on the other half from AI, making me the co-writer now? Did it change too much of what I had at the beginning, losing my right to any ownership? Did I just grow my amount of ownership from half of a one-minute play to a full one-minute play?

I tried to trip up the AI too, but it seemed to navigate around the little landmines I left for it.