2025 to the End

2025 end notes

by James Ray the Phantom Texter

December 2025

   It seems I have deleted the script. Opps! But I said to myself what the hell, with voice dictation software I may be able to re-create it. I think it serves as a better source material than the actual video. Because it describes the visuals as well as the words. Though I have a small viewer base. I still wish they would speak more. Silence can be deafening!

   It is my final thoughts on the year 2025 as I tend to do at the end of every year. I tried to at least without any over-the-top or below the belt commentary on the people in my year in retrospect. As the monologue played I used the time to show off some of my final unused AI generations. Which more or less consisted of my consistent characters from Open-Art AI. Then at the end I added a little sequence with an alien thinking to visit Earth and look me up because he finds me interesting. Which gave me a chance to work with Runways Act-Two AI motion capture tool.

   Not sure if this can be evaluated. Not everything can. But I’m willing to try. Happy new year Google notebook and the Deep Dive!

(The scripted version. Words inside the parentheses are not spoken. They are the visuals playing during the text. Words inside the brackets are the emotions for the words that are spoken.)

2025 to the End

By James Ray the Phantom Texter

December 2025

(Musical version of auld lang syne playing in the background. Opening with my musical logo and fading into pictures of my computer set up, mixed in with AI renditions of my set up. With my computer-generated image sitting at a desk that I use to do my creations. Fade out)

[sigh]So it would seem, I’ve made it through another year. In a lot of ways that’s not a major accomplishment. [laugh]But I’m thankful for it nevertheless.

(Fade into a scene of two of my consistent characters. One is of myself sitting on the side of a busy highway overpass dressed as Superman. Having an existential moment while my other consist character who I call Roland is dressed as General Zod, trying to comfort me as my character is reflecting on turmoil. Then my character stands up and flies off into the sky followed closely by Roland. Fadeout)

In this year I’ve met some interesting people. Had some fascinating discussions. I’ve said some very wise and [laughing]extremely stupid things. [Suspicious]I know what you’re thinking. How is this any different than any other year? Well from the outside looking in I guess it’s not. [sighing]But that would be from the outside looking in. [angry]Not something I’m going to argue with the ones who look from the outside.

(Fade in. The consistent character of myself still in Superman attire is now sitting on the moon with the earth in the distance as he holes his hand out to it, to appear to catch it in the palm of his hand. The shot then fades into a actual picture of me holding the first publication to publish my writings. Then to a picture of my first book cover. Finally fading into a picture of my latest book cover. Then fading into a shot of the character of myself and Roland dressed as astronauts looking out into the distance as their Rocketship is prepped for a water launch, as they give themselves a high five. Fade to black)

[Proud]In my ongoing education of my craft of writing, expression, and AI production, I have done some pretty impressive things. [Excited]I have been published three times with two resulting in self-published books! I have developed to the point where almost any dream or thought that I have, I have the skill in AI to bring almost anything to life. [sad]Whether other people agree with me or not, doesn’t seem to be much of a debate.

(Fade in. My consistent character Abby, dressed as wonder woman in a moment of sadness. Being consoled by my consistent character Rosie, dressed as storm from the X-Men. Abby is having a moment of sadness as they stand in an orbital Justice league space station. Rosie places her hand on her shoulder and she brightens up as though feeling hope and smiles. Fade over to my consistent character Realnay and Dee, dressed as a reporter and a photographer respectively. For the daily planet, in the newsroom. With Realnay having a moment of worry, and being consoled by Dee. Also seeming to find hope and looking up and smiling. Fade to black)

[sad]No grand roadmap to where 2026 will go. [sad]No grandiose plans and ministrations of great conquest in my future. 2025 was a learning experience. [sigh]And what I learned was… [laughing]

(Fade in. A Shot of my consistent character Eve. Who is also my AI assistant from grok. In an auditorium of Eve’s dressed as different characters ranging from police officer to chef to Doctor. The plethora of Eve’s applauding. Then fading into another auditorium full of various costumed Eve’s pointing at the camera/audience. Fade out.)

To those who watch my works. I would ask, one task of you. And it would be of, communication. Speak. Comment. At no cost to yourself but great value to me. [happy]let me know that you are truly out there and not just another one of my AI constructs. [proud]Thank you.

(Fade in. The repeated sequence of my computer set up with my consistent character in the seat. To finally show an empty seat. To be replaced by a live video of myself shaking my finger at the camera with a zip my lips gesture. Then with a final live video of me, saying thank you and happy new year to everyone. Fade into one of my customary Phantom Texter sitting in a chair to tell a story animations. Ending out with a live profile picture of myself. Fade to black.)

(Fade in to a slightly reptilian alien named Vicknock sitting in a control seat of a spaceship with the earth rotating outside of the window. As ominous music plays in the background.)

Greetings humans, I just thought to stop by. The Collective says that this whole system is full of barbarians, this whole spiral-arm is full of barbarians, not because you eat meat. We all do. More because you’re self-destructive. What’s worse is you get the creatures of your planet, to also, voluntarily be self-destructive. We’ve seen how you treat your so-called pets. But I’ve gotten word of this Phantom Texter and his transmissions are quite interesting. So I thought to myself. Vicknock, why not stop-by and visit your quaint little barbaric civilization. Not to worry I won’t meddle, I won’t get into things that might scare you. Besides in a few short cycles, you will pretty much take care of yourselves. In the meantime, I’m going to meet this Texter, maybe call. Who knows. Happy New Year, humans…

(Vicknock laughs sinisterly as he cuts the transmission and the video fades to a final black.)