A Mouse and and AI Experiment

Many years ago, I started this silly story about a mouse who lived at a historic house museum and had a disdain for historical inaccuracies. I envisioned this little mouse scurrying about the museum and grounds during a living history event collecting the anachronistic items. I didn’t get far with Alex’s story. Though, I suspect this post obliges me to press the “publish” button.

Jump forward to yesterday’s AI workshop and our “homework.” We were told to try a list of task types with a couple of AI platforms. (I have previously tried out ChatGPT and WordPress’s embedded assistant.) As you know, my mind tends to wander. This time, it wandered back to Alex, the museum mouse.

The results are too cute and too curious not to share.

Here are the stories developed by ChatGPT using both my work and personal account, and Gemini. I will add WordPress Assistant when I am in front of my laptop, as it is not part of the mobile app. Worth noting: ◇ I errored out ChatGPT 5 times, 3+2, before it could generate the story on my personal account. It did not explain why. ◇The line breaks in formatting are due to copy/pasting from Google Drive to WordPress, not the AI platforms.

Prompt to ChatGPT, Gemini, and WordPress Assistant:
Please write a story about a mouse who lives in a history museum. At night, she wanders through the museum correcting inaccuracies. Include three inaccurate details she corrects regarding material culture and/or women’s history in the
story.

ChatGPT (Personal)
Once upon a time, in the heart of the city, there was a history museum that held the tales of ages
past. Unbeknownst to the curators and visitors, a small, clever mouse named Amelia had made this
museum her home. Amelia had an extraordinary ability: she could read, and she knew the history of the artifacts better than anyone else.
Amelia’s little nest was hidden behind a dusty exhibit of ancient pottery. As the museum closed its doors to the public and the night settled in, Amelia would emerge from her cozy abode, her keen eyes sparkling with mischief and knowledge.
One night, as the moon bathed the museum in a gentle glow, Amelia set out on her nightly
adventure. She scurried through the dimly lit halls, her tiny paws pattering softly against the marble floors. The museum, usually silent during the night, came alive with the whispers of forgotten stories.
Amelia’s first stop was the “Pioneer Women” exhibit. With a critical eye, she examined the
mannequins dressed in pioneer clothing, portraying the hardships of the early settlers. The
inaccuracies leaped out at her – the women’s clothing was far too clean and well-maintained, lacking the wear and tear that would have been inevitable in the harsh conditions of the time. Amelia rearranged the dresses, adding a touch of realism to the exhibit.
Next, she scurried into the exhibit showcasing medieval armor. A placard beside a suit of armor
declared it to be worn exclusively by men. Amelia knew better. She carefully moved the sign and left a small note correcting the historical oversight, pointing out that women, too, had worn armor in various capacities throughout history.
Amelia’s final destination was the “Inventions of the Industrial Revolution” display. She came across a model of a spinning jenny, with the description incorrectly attributing its invention to a man. With a determined squeak, Amelia repositioned the sign to acknowledge the crucial role women played in the textile industry during that era, correcting the historical oversight.

As the night waned on, Amelia continued her mission, tirelessly seeking out and correcting
inaccuracies throughout the museum. With each small adjustment, she felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that she was setting the historical record straight.
By dawn, Amelia retreated to her hidden nest, satisfied with her nocturnal endeavors. Little did the museum staff know that a tiny mouse named Amelia had become the guardian of historical accuracy, ensuring that the stories told within its walls were not only fascinating but also true to the remarkable roles women played throughout history. And so, the mouse in the history museum
continued her quiet crusade, making sure the past was not forgotten or misrepresented.

ChatGPT (School)
In the heart of the city stood a grand history museum, its towering columns and intricate façade hiding the tales of centuries gone by within its walls. Unbeknownst to the daytime visitors, a small and clever mouse named Matilda called this museum home. While the museum bustled with activity during the day, at night, Matilda came alive, embarking on her mission to correct historical inaccuracies.
Matilda had a deep love for history and a keen eye for details. Living amidst artifacts and exhibits, she couldn’t stand the thought of misinformation lingering within the museum’s hallowed halls. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Matilda scurried from her cozy nook in a forgotten corner, ready to set things right.
Her first stop was the exhibit on the Renaissance, where an exquisite portrait of a woman hung on the wall.
The accompanying plaque identified the subject as Isabella d’Este, a renowned art patron. However, Matilda knew that it was actually a misattribution. The woman in the portrait was not Isabella but rather her sister, Beatrice d’Este. With a few nimble adjustments to the plaque, Matilda ensured that Beatrice received the
credit she deserved for her significant contributions to the arts.
Next, Matilda found herself in the material culture exhibit, surrounded by artifacts from the Victorian era. She was dismayed to see a display of intricately designed corsets, accompanied by a caption that implied these garments were universally worn by women of that time. Matilda knew better – she scurried up to the display and left a tiny note clarifying that not all women wore corsets, as many reformers and activists of the period advocated for more comfortable and practical clothing choices.
Matilda’s third correction took her to the World War II exhibit. A photograph of a group of women working in a munitions factory caught her attention. The caption suggested that these women were merely filling in for men who were away at war. Matilda knew this was a common misconception, as women played crucial
roles in various industries during the war, proving their capabilities and contributing significantly to the home front effort. She replaced the misleading caption with a more accurate description, highlighting the integral role women played in supporting the war effort.
Night after night, Matilda tirelessly continued her mission, ensuring the historical narrative within the museum was as accurate and inclusive as possible. As the sun began to rise, Matilda returned to her hidden nook, content in the knowledge that she had made a difference in preserving the truth of the past. The museum, now more accurate and respectful of women’s contributions, stood as a testament to the small mouse with a big passion for history.

Gemini
In the hushed stillness of the Grand Museum, when moonlight filtered through dusty display cases, Pip, a tiny house mouse with whiskers as sharp as curiosity, embarked on her nightly mission. No, she wasn’t after crumbs or cheese – Pip was a history buff, a custodian of truth in a miniature fur coat.
Tonight, her keen eyes landed on a diorama depicting a pioneer family. The woman, clad in a pristine white apron, churned butter, her gaze demurely downcast. Pip, nose twitching in disapproval, scurried up a leg of the display. With nimble teeth, she adjusted the woman’s grip on the churner, turning it into a firm, practiced
hold, and lifted her chin a notch, conveying quiet strength, not submissiveness. History books often relegated women to the background, but Pip knew better. These women were pioneers, too, their resilience etched in every calloused hand and determined stride.
Next, she scampered towards a tapestry showcasing a medieval banquet. A bard, strumming a lute, entertained the noblemen, while women adorned in flowing gowns passively watched. Pip scoffed. Women in
the Middle Ages weren’t just silent observers. She carefully gnawed at the tapestry, revealing a hidden section beneath – women playing instruments, composing poems, and engaging in lively conversation. History often silenced their voices, but Pip wouldn’t let them remain unheard.
Finally, she reached a display of ancient Egyptian artifacts. A golden necklace, labeled as “women’s
adornment,” lay beside a pharaoh’s scepter. Pip, a history scholar in rodent form, knew this was wrong. This necklace wasn’t mere decoration; it was a symbol of power, worn by female pharaohs like Hatshepsut, who ruled with wisdom and ferocity. With a determined nip, she rearranged the display, placing the necklace
alongside the scepter, a silent testament to the power women wielded even in the cradle of civilization.
As dawn approached, Pip scurried back to her nest, nestled amongst the museum’s forgotten maps. She might be small, but her nightly revisions were a testament to the power of one, even a tiny mouse, to ensure history was told truthfully, with all its complexities and the voices too often silenced. In the vast halls of the museum, her tiny paw prints marked the path to a more accurate past, reminding everyone that even the smallest can make a difference.