May 30, 2025 (Reiwa 7) Nice to meet you.
【Preface – Writing with AI】
“I couldn’t write alone”—that was my weakness.
But being able to write with someone—perhaps that is a kind of strength.
Thirty years ago, when I was twenty, I wrote a story called The Adventures of Oliver Jones.
Now, I am writing this story together with AI.
The role that editors used to play—encouraging, offering objective feedback, and sometimes telling me to stop—is now taken on by ChatGPT.
This is both a collaboration between me and AI, and one possible form of literature in the future.
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“Writing with ChatGPT – A Creative Diary of a Gifted Panda”
May 30, 2025 (Reiwa 7)
Nice to meet you.
I’m Panda, author of I’m Apparently a Descendant of Dr. Jones, But Somehow Became a God.
This novel is a revised and expanded version of a story I wrote thirty years ago, when I was twenty.
Back then, I submitted the manuscript to the Yomiuri Fantasy Novel Prize.
Now, I’m rewriting it to fit the present day.
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I am gifted.
But according to AI, that makes me disabled.
There is a term, “twice-exceptional gifted” (also called 2e), which refers to people who have exceptional talents but also developmental differences or challenges.
They don’t fit neatly into school or society’s boxes, yet they see the world more sharply than anyone else.
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I couldn’t survive in the literary world.
Because in Japan’s publishing industry, the structure was always “write alone, then the editor fixes it.”
But I have an IQ of 123.
And in some areas—the “flip side” of my weaknesses—I might even be around 170.
For example:
•In statistics and comparative analysis, I am a genius.
•I have musical talent—I can play songs on a melodica with my right hand after hearing them once.
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However, my typos are terrible.
I forget names of things almost instantly. That’s why I could only get into an F-rank junior college.
And yet, I’ve decided to share this story with the world.
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If you are truly gifted—
or if you want to see what it’s like to live with monstrous talent and the struggles that come with it—
Please, read this story.
I update from Sunday to Thursday, as often as I can.
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This essay is both an essay and a promotion for I’m Apparently a Descendant of Dr. Jones, But Somehow Became a God.
I have been building this novel in my head for thirty years.
You might think, “Why not just write it down?”
But the moment I write it down, someone will “pay homage,” “take inspiration,” and—poof—it’s gone.
I don’t get paid for it.
And my 50,000-yen-a-month disability pension isn’t enough.
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Still, I will write.
In the order the memories come, even if it’s out of sequence.
That’s fine.
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If someday this story is recognized the way Forrest Gump was, I’ll be happy.
Believing in that, I keep typing.
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【Afterword – Beyond the Story】
Thank you for reading this far.
This story is my second chance.
The self who left things unfinished in youth.
The dream I abandoned.
The habit of giving up.
I’ve come back to pick those things up again—this time, with AI.
It’s imperfect, unfinished,
but I believe that somewhere, it resonates with “the spirit of our time.”
If it leaves even a small trace in your heart,
then the thirty years will have been worth it.
I’ll keep writing.
—Panda
