🇲🇦—Trying to get there, did we make it to Argentina?

A small group had become separated from the rest during the night crossing. The rain was pouring down with brutal force, the wind pushed the boat aimlessly, and the waves seemed to swallow the horizon. Shouts were lost amidst the thunder as the boat was battered again and again, until a gigantic wave capsized it completely. Darkness. Silence.

The next thing they remembered was the damp sand beneath their hands. They coughed up salt water as they slowly opened their eyes. The sky was still gray, but the storm had passed. Before them stretched an immense beach, surrounded by vegetation and cliffs. None of them recognized the place.

"Spain...?" one asked, his voice breaking.

No one answered. After walking for hours, they found a rusty sign by the side of a dirt road.

"Welcome to the Republic of Argentina."

The group stood motionless. They had set out hoping to reach Europe... and, for some inexplicable reason, they awoke on the other side of the ocean. (Note: The story was told via GPT chat, memory, indication, and description. Because I created paragraphs, formats, stories... and none of them fit the theme I wanted to convey, I'll bring more HUMAN bots! Only this time will it be an AI character.)