I took the same article and had ChatGPT rewrite it from a New Englander's point of view: What do you think?
LIVING ON THE PRAIRIE: A New Englander's Perspective 
From the cozy, history-steeped towns of New England, the prairie life of the American West seems as distant as the moon. Imagine swapping our lush, tree-lined landscapes for a horizon that stretches unbroken as far as the eye can see. Out there, the elements aren't just a mild inconvenience but a daily battle, with scorching summers and bone-chilling winters.
In the days of westward expansion, those hardy souls who ventured onto the Great Plains faced a stark reality: no forests meant no wood for building. Instead, they found buffalo grass, as integral to the prairie as our maple and pine are to New England. This tough, root-matted grass became the settlers' unlikely building material.
Early prairie dwellers often started with a dugout home, carved right into a hillside. Imagine that – living in a hole in the ground! They'd then expand it with sod, creating what they probably called 'cozy' but was likely anything but. Over time, these sod houses, or 'soddies,' evolved into more sophisticated structures. The settlers used a grasshopper plow, a far cry from our familiar horse-drawn plows, to cut the sod into strips for building.
These sod homes, with walls a yard thick, were surprisingly effective. Cool in summer, warm in winter, but let's not romanticize – they were no New England cottage. Heavy rains were a menace, and the roofs, sometimes sprouting flowers, were a quaint touch but hardly a substitute for our sturdy shingles.
Life on the prairie was a far cry from our New England villages. Wood was scarce, so they burned buffalo or cow chips for heat – imagine getting used to that smell! Water was a luxury, not taken for granted like our plentiful streams and wells. And the isolation – miles from the nearest neighbor – makes our quaint, sometimes insular towns seem bustling in comparison.
We might shake our heads, wondering why anyone would choose such a life. But it's thanks to these 'sodbusters' that the Great Plains were settled, playing a crucial role in the expansion of our nation. It's a stark reminder of the diverse challenges and lifestyles that have shaped America, as different from our New England way of life as the prairie is from the forest.

Recently, I took a class with Steve Little on using Artificial Intelligence in genealogical writing.  Below you will find an article I wrote awhile back about living in a soddy on the prairie. I asked ChatGPT to translate it into a Midwestern dialect and here it is.

​LIVIN' OUT ON THE PRAIRIE 
Well now, let me tell ya 'bout prairie life, where the summers sizzle and the winters bite. Out here, it's you, the land, and a whole mess of critters - from pesky bugs to slitherin' snakes. When our forebears trekked out to the Great Plains, they found themselves a whole new challenge. No forests for log cabins here, just miles of tough buffalo grass.
That grass, with roots thick as a preacher's bible, was what we had to work with. Early days, folks would carve out a home right in the hillside, a dugout, you might call it. Then, as time went on, they'd expand, using sod cut from the earth to build up walls for a proper house.
Now, building a sod house, that was no Sunday picnic. First, we had to cut the sod - big, heavy strips of earth and grass. The old grasshopper plow, once it came along, sure made a difference. We'd lay those sod strips, grass side down, making walls thicker than a winter stew. Had to leave a gap for a door and windows, of course. And the roof? Well, that was a mix of wood, maybe some tar paper, and a lighter layer of sod. Come spring, you might just see flowers sprouting up there!
Inside, it was simple but practical. Some folks hung cheesecloth from the ceiling to catch the bugs and bits falling into their supper. Cozy in the summer, snug in the winter, those sod houses were. But let me tell you, a heavy rain could test your patience. And heating? We burned what we had, mostly buffalo or cow chips. Takes a bit to get used to that aroma, I'll tell ya.
Water was as precious as gold out here. Some were lucky, settling by a spring or stream. Others had to dig wells, and that was no sure bet. Winters could be lonely, with your nearest neighbor miles away.
You might wonder, why'd anyone choose this life? It was tough, no doubt. But those sodbusters, they were determined. They turned the Great Plains into a place folks could live and work, helping to stretch our nation into what it is today.