I had this idea. I want to use generative AI (ChatGPT) to tell the story of Microsoft in Albuquerque but in the style of William Shakespeare.
My wife and I were talking about his work. Sadly, I'm not as familiar with his work than she is, but what I have experienced, I can appreciate.
I think the old language is fascinating. I watched a part of a PBS documentary and some folks who study language were interview and said that the speech sounded like what a character pirate accent would sound like.
When I think of Shakespeare, I also think about what it would have been like in that time. 16th and 17th century England. I'm more so transported to imagining what the theaters and people watching the plays were like than the plays themself. But, that's probably because I haven't read much of them.
Maybe I'll try to change that for me.
Anyway, here's the generative AI story of the origin of Microsoft in Albuquerque in the style of William Shakespeare.
Act I: The Exodus from Albuquerque
Upon January's dawn, in Seventy-Nine of the year of our Lord,
Bill Gates and Paul Allen, bound by a technological cord,
Forsake Albuquerque's desert domain,
To Bellevue, they journeyed, Seattle's reign.
Four years prior, in the bosom of New Mexico's sun,
A fledgling software company had begun,
In the Old Bank Building, Bellevue's heart,
Microsoft's genesis, a prelude to its art.
Act II: The Altair's Call
Ere the move to the Pacific Northwest,
Microsoft's roots were in Altair's quest,
A computer, small and revolutionary,
Altair 8800, a beacon in the vast prairie.
A rectangle of gray metal, devoid of grace,
Yet in its core, potential to embrace.
A language it lacked, a call for aid,
Gates and Allen, their destiny laid.
In Cambridge, amidst ivy-clad halls,
Gates and Allen answered Altair's calls.
BASIC, the language, their pledge they made,
A journey begun, a pact unswayed.
Eight weeks' labor, night and day,
Allen to Albuquerque, the code's display.
"Print 2 + 2," the program's dance,
A symphony of bytes, a serendipitous chance.
Act III: The Albuquerque Sojourn
In Albuquerque's embrace, Allen took root,
Vice-president of software, in a quest to commute.
Gates, Harvard's scholar, joined the endeavor,
A partnership forged, bound forever.
Microsoft, or Micro-Soft, in its infancy,
Gates and Allen, architects of this symphony.
Ownership divided, a pact decreed,
Gates, 60 percent, Allen, 40 indeed.
In Sundowner's abode and cafe's delight,
The duo toiled, day and night.
A Porsche for Gates, a chariot of speed,
In the Albuquerque night, his thoughts to feed.
A Porsche's roar, a dance with the sand,
Gates' mugshot etched in the law's stern hand.
In these desert nights, dreams did conspire,
Microsoft's legend, kindled in fire.
Act IV: The Pact Unraveled
MITS, the ally, turned adversarial gaze,
Exclusive rights, Altair's code to praise.
Dispute arose, a legal fray,
In '77, the partnership gave way.
Arbitration's judgment, Microsoft's decree,
BASIC unleashed, the code set free.
The exit from Albuquerque, a path paved,
Microsoft's destiny, in Seattle's shade.
Act V: The Ascent in Bellevue
To Seattle's bosom, Microsoft flew,
Bellevue's Old Bank Building, their office anew.
Gates, the orchestrator, Ballmer joined the dance,
In Bellevue's embrace, a fledgling's chance.
The Northrup Way, a humble abode,
Microsoft's presence in Bellevue bestowed.
Ballmer, the mailman, in a change of scene,
Delivered mail, a transition serene.
In the Old Bank's shadow, Microsoft grew,
From the eighth floor to Northrup, the journey true.
The Standard in microcomputers, the pledge,
In Bellevue's precincts, a company on edge.
Epilogue: Legacy Unfolds
The Albuquerque chapter, a distant tale,
Microsoft's growth, an unyielding gale.
From Altair's inception to Bellevue's rise,
A saga scripted in technological skies.
In Time's embrace, Gates' face aglow,
A fortune sizzling, a Seattle show.
Albuquerque's past, a mere memory,
In Redmond's haven, Microsoft's legacy.
Images generated by Bing AI of the original crew walking around ABQ but in the style of 16th century English art.
