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New AI text set in 2023:
In 2023, Sherlock Holmes was still the same man. He had not changed one bit, except perhaps that he had a bit more wrinkles on his forehead from all the thinking he did. He was always engrossed in his work, but he had a new way of keeping himself stimulated, and it was not the cocaine he used to take. No, this time he was hooked on something much more intense: the Internet.
To Sherlock Holmes, the woman was still everything. He could talk about her for hours on end, and it was always the same woman: Irene Adler. It didn't matter that she was long gone, or that he had never felt anything for her beyond admiration. In his mind, she was still the one woman who had managed to outsmart him.
As for me, I had moved on with my life. I was now a married man, with a thriving medical practice. But even though I had left Baker Street behind, I still had a soft spot for my old friend. So, one day, I decided to pay him a visit.
When I arrived at his apartment, I found him sitting in front of his computer, staring at the screen with intense concentration. He barely acknowledged my presence, but eventually waved me over to a chair and offered me a beer.
"You look like you've been hitting the gym, Watson," he said, eyeing me up and down. "I'd say you've put on at least seven pounds of muscle since the last time I saw you."
"Actually, it's only three pounds, Sherlock," I replied. "And I haven't been to the gym in weeks."
He gave me a knowing smile. "Ah, but I can see it in your posture. You're standing taller, more confidently. And your wife has been nagging you to go to the gym, hasn't she?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "You always know, don't you?"
Sherlock simply shrugged. "It's a gift. Speaking of gifts, have you seen this?" He turned the computer screen toward me, and I saw that he had pulled up a video of a cat playing the piano.
I raised an eyebrow. "Is this your new case, Sherlock? The mystery of the musical feline?"
He grinned. "Oh, you'd be surprised at how many clues you can find in a video like this. Look at the way the cat's paws move. Notice the angle of the keyboard. There's something off about it, I can feel it."
I shook my head in disbelief. "You really have gone off the deep end, haven't you?"
But as I sat there, watching Sherlock analyze the cat video with the same intensity he would bring to any case, I realized that maybe, just maybe, he had found a way to balance his brilliant mind with a little bit of fun. And in that moment, I felt a surge of affection for my old friend, the man who could never be anything less than extraordinary.
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