I recently came across this story on Facebook and it brought tears to my eyes. But then I looked into it and discovered that it's probably an AI-generated story and the story, and the image, may not be real. That hurt more as I had been so moved and had shared it in the hope that it would inspire others to see there is still good in this dark world we live in. AI has revolutionised some parts of our lives, such as through it's use in healthcare, but I can't help feeling cheated by it - the internet is drowning in a sea of misinformation and in a world where fake news dominates, trust breaks down too. So maybe this story isn't real, but it still makes a good story so I'm keeping my faith in humanity (rather than any AI bot). "My name’s Morris. I’m 78. Live alone since my Edna passed five years back. Every Tuesday, I catch the 10:15 bus to the library. Same seat. Same walk. For years, it was quiet. Just me, the pigeons, and that old green bench at Oak Stre...
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