Dynasty AI Love Letters - Alexis Offers Leslie a Job

This time I got Perplexity AI to draft a letter from Alexis to Leslie offering Leslie the position of company whore at Colby Co. I wish Leslie well:

My Dear Leslie,

I do hope this note finds you… well, let’s say not too worn out. After all, entertaining other women’s husbands must be utterly exhausting work, though I must admit you show a particular aptitude for it.

Since it appears you’ve already appointed yourself to a rather unofficial role in my life, I thought it only fair — and terribly modern of me — to give you a formal job title. Congratulations, my dear: I am delighted to offer you the inaugural position of Company Whore at ColbyCo.

Now don’t look so shocked — you’ve been rehearsing beautifully for the part! Consider it a natural progression of your… extracurricular talents. Besides, no one can say Alexis Colby is ungenerous; I always believe hard work — in your case, very hard work — deserves recognition.

Of course, this appointment is purely symbolic — let’s not overestimate the salary or the office. Your desk will likely be wherever you last dropped your inhibitions. But do take pride in knowing that while others climb the ladder through vision, strategy, and grit, you’ve managed to sprawl your way directly into notoriety.

I’ll leave you with this: loyalty in business is as precious as loyalty in marriage — scarce, costly when squandered, and impossible to regain. Enjoy your new position, sweetheart. For a time.

Cordially (though never kindly),
Alexis Morell Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan

Dynasty AI Love Letters

Recently, work has been pushing AI resources on us. While I have not been able to find a reason to use AI at work, it occurred to me that I could use it to have AI draft snarky letters. This first letter is from Blake to Alexis after that unfortunate strangling incident at the mansion. It seems AI did a pretty good job here:

Dear Alexis,

I trust this letter finds you as comfortable and smug as one can possibly be in my mansion — though I suppose I should start calling it your mansion now, given your recent… real‑estate coup at my expense.

About that little incident the other day — you know, the one where my hands somehow found themselves temporarily wrapped around your neck? Yes, that. I’ve been told an apology is in order, so here it is: I’m deeply sorry that my perfectly understandable reaction to being forcibly removed from my own home did not align with the social etiquette you so vehemently pretend to uphold.

Of course, you left me few options. Being tossed onto the street by one’s ex‑wife is never pleasant, but being taunted while it happens could drive even the most genteel man to… expressive gestures. And really, Alexis, admit it — for a moment, you seemed almost thrilled to have inspired such passion.

Nevertheless, in the interest of civility (and perhaps preserving what shred remains of our already tattered reputations), I assure you I have no current plans to repeat the act. As long as you refrain from further siege tactics, I will confine my hands to more constructive pursuits — like pouring myself a very strong drink.

Warmest regards (relatively speaking),
Blake Carrington

P.S. Enjoy the master bedroom while you can — the walls still have my paint, and the house still remembers my name.