Most people call an inner musical repeater an earworm. I call it my mental jukebox. It has a few old scratchy records that the drunk at the bar tiresomely plays every night, plus a much wider row of records that play spontaneously for no obvious reason. Some of these records drop onto the turntable after 60 years in the rack with no plays.
On this morning’s walk I became conscious of an unusual spontaneous selection in my jukebox, and then heard a bird running his jukebox.
Ping! Our mechanism is the same as the bird’s mechanism. It repeats a standard melody with slight variations. Most birds have a shorter rack, but always more than one record. At least a morning song, warning song and courting song.
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Sidenote 1: The picture was inspired by this wonderful illustration of a medieval manuscript. Scribes often drew cartoons or doodles on the text, expressing their opinions or jokes or dreams.
Sidenote 2: In some cases those doodles or irregularities were a form of steganography, carrying undetectable messages at a time when mail was always read by spies. The visual outputs of AI could also be a type of steganography, since the visual result of a specific sequence of prompts is predictable and thus decipherable at a time when mail is always read by spies. Was that the MAIN purpose of the innovation?
Polistra's Mill 