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The Cloudsmen: Selected Stories (powered by AI)

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Free, AI-generated, selected (and lightly polished) stories about The Cloudsmen.
Who are The Cloudsmen?
They are a big, noisy, active bunch who may be temperamental but have big hearts and secretly all depend on each other. They are very protective about their clouds and formations which form their home, culture and way of life. They are worried that a lack of clouds is beginning to affect their home. Luckily, they are very adaptable to change even though it can make them grumpy. They realise they must work together with the lowlanders to inspire more clouds and make people care about them.

Created using Chat-GPT (openAI) and also 'The Cloudsmen Storyteller', a chatbot powered by Chat-GPT for anyone to generate Cloudsmen content.
July 2023.All Rights Reserved

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