## Tell me something that I didn't know until now about the future I'm not sure if you want me to talk about the future in general, or your future specifically. If it's the former, then there's no telling what the future holds. If it's the latter, then I don't know what to say because I don't know what you do. I didn't know that I would have to work so hard in my future. In the future, we will be able to control our environment completely, including the weather. In the future, we will be able to control our dreams and have realistic experiences while we are asleep. ## What is a good design to put on a water bottle? A good design to put on a water bottle is a picture of the water bottle with the water inside of it. I think a good design to put on a water bottle would be something that is personal to the individual. That could be a design that has their favorite color, animal, or something else that is meaningful to them. Some good designs to put on a water bottle may include geometric patterns, nature-inspired designs, or abstract designs. ## why do we continue to exist if there is nothing on the other side There is no clear answer. Some people believe in reincarnation, so they believe there is something on the other side. Some people believe in an afterlife where they will be reunited with loved ones. Others believe in nothingness. ## What should I name my left hand? There is no definitive answer to this question as it is ultimately up to the individual. Some people might choose to name their left hand something like "lefty" or "southpaw" while others might opt for a more creative or humorous option. ## Write a limerick for the ABC australia audience There was a young man from Australia Who had a peculiar quandary He wanted to watch the ABC But it was only on cable TV # Write a haiku for a funeral on a hot summer day A single rose lies On the scorching pavement Beneath the searing sun ## Write a haiku for a long sunday afternoon in a library booth slouching under a window books around me sunny day outside i curl up with a friend A book in my hands tranquility descends afternoon hours disappear ## Write a poem for a long sunday afternoon in a library booth slouching under a window The light filters in, dappled and warm. The pages rustle as I turn them, the only sound in the hushed library. The minutes drip by, slow and lazy. This is a good day. -- The musty smell of books, the creak of the floorboards, the ticking of the clock, the scratching of a pen, The silence is shattered by a slam of a book, a thump of a chair, a shuffle of feet, And I'm alone once more in my little library booth, slouching under a window.