"Agent Cipher: Unmasked"
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You're walking down the sidewalk one evening, just minding your own business as the city hums around you. The day's fatigue has settled in your bones, and your only desire is to collapse into the comfort of your bed. But as you take another step, the world suddenly spins. Eyelids heavy, you feel an inexplicable pull to close them. The last thing you remember is the cool splash of nighttime air before everything goes black.
You awaken with a start, the familiar surroundings of the city replaced by something entirely foreign. Sleek metal surfaces and polished floors glimmer in the artificial light. It's a high-tech facility, easily something out of a sci-fi movie or a futuristic spy thriller. Robots whir past, carrying various devices, while holographic screens float in mid-air, displaying streams of data.
"Welcome back, Agent Cipher," a synthesized voice greets you. Despite the calm tone, fear pricks at your heart. Agent Cipher? Who in the world is that? "You have been dormant for too long, it's time to awaken your true self."
You furrow your brows, the name meaning nothing to you. "What...who are you talking to?" you mumble, the unfamiliarity of your own voice startling you further.
Without warning, two mechanical arms descend from the ceiling, gripping your shoulders. You struggle, but the grip tightens. A high-tech syringe glimmers in the light, advancing towards you, and panic seizes you. "No! Stop! I'm not—"
The needle pierces your skin, and a burning sensation follows as it injects something into your bloodstream. Your body begins to change before your very eyes. You can feel yourself growing taller, your muscles becoming more defined. The contours of your face shift, becoming sharper and more chiseled. Your clothes morph into a sleek, asymmetrical gray uniform with silver accents and yellow trims. You glance at your reflection in the polished wall and see someone entirely unrecognizable.
"What’s happening to me?" you shout, your voice a mix of desperation and disbelief.
"You are transforming back into your true self, Agent Cipher," the synthesized voice responds calmly. "You were always meant to be so. Everything else was just a cover."
Your mind reels with confusion, but the struggle is not just physical—it's mental. Memories flood your mind, alien yet intimately familiar. You see yourself completing missions, employing gadgets, saving lives. Yet you resist, clutching your head as though you could forcefully retain your old self. "No! I’m...I’m just..."
"These memories you cling to are fake, mere illusions to protect you until the world needed you once more," the voice calmly informs. "You are Agent Cipher, the most esteemed secret agent we've ever had."
You fall to your knees, gripping your head tighter, trying to repel the inevitable. "I...don't...want..."
But slowly, the synthesized voice forces the truth into your mind, each word unfurling the fantastical history you've lived. "You've saved the world countless times. Your name strikes fear into even the most formidable villains. You work alone because of the burden you bear, the collateral damage you’ve seen. Your skills, your intelligence, your agility—they are unmatched."
"No...I...remember...nothing," you gasp out, desperation in your voice.
"Precisely," the voice counters, "because your ordinary life was a shadow, an empty shell to throw off those who might harm you. Now, you must remember who you truly are."
The last fragments of your previous self dissipate, washed away by a wave of realizations and newfound clarity. The memories settle into place, the personality of Agent Cipher clicks in. You stand, adjusting your glasses, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.
"I am...Agent Cipher," you say, the name rolling off your tongue with an old familiarity, a nostalgic echo of yourself.
"Precisely," the synthesized voice affirms. "You had a momentary lapse, a brief daydream. But you are back now, and the world needs you more than ever."
You nod, straightening your posture, the thought of past doubts thinning out like mist. You stride to the door, your mind sharp and clear, memories of heroic deeds fresh. You swiftly navigate the facility's familiar corridors, each corner, every high-tech gadget a testimony of your long-forgotten but now remembered past.
Epilogue:
Entering the large briefing room, you are met with familiar faces—fellow agents who wear uniforms similar to yours, each tailored with slight personalized differences. Their expressions range from relief to determination, old camaraderie rekindled in knowing glances.
"Cipher, good to have you back," Agent Kira greets, her eyes twinkling behind her hi-tech glasses.
"Ready to save the world, as always," you reply, a confident smirk playing on your lips.
Motorbikes hum to life, jetpacks ignite, and you grab your arsenal of advanced gadgets. The thrill of the mission surges through your veins, and as you ride out to the battlefield, you understand one crucial truth: You were always meant to be Agent Cipher, the world's unsung hero, and nothing will ever change that.
For you are, and always have been, the best there is.
This story was generated by user MorningstarSon2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of the human turning into the secret agent (who is also a human), complete with gender change (if the person was female; however, this is only optional and only if the person is female), clothes change, age change, height change, reality change (the person's reality being changed until he is in a high-tech secret agency facility, which the agent that the person has turned into always worked for), and mind/mental change (with the person's memories and personality being completely replaced by those of an agent (which is his true self), despite his best efforts on fighting them off and despite his efforts on keeping his memories and personality, making him realize that he was and always had been a secret agent who has saved the world countless times, and his name has always been a top secret to the public due to him being a secret agent). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the agent's appearance, he is a tall young adult man of up to 6 feet tall and has a strong, fast-moving, agile, athletic body, perfect for spying missions and stealth missions (as well as being capable of fighting well and running fast). His face is handsome with the irises of his eyes being blue in color; he is nearsighted, but he wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses over his eyes (he wears his glasses to help him see). The tone of his skin is of a pale-tan color as his light brown hair is long and reaches all the way down to his lower shoulders. asymmetrical gray (with white trim) inspired uniform (which resembles a suit of an Eggman Empire worker of that Sonic series) resembling a tailcoat or dress. Two white segmented bands run around the right side of his torso, ending in yellow buttons on his left side on both the front and back. The bottom of the jacket is skirt-like with white "coattails" hanging from the bottom segmented band. Additionally, he wears black one-piece undersuit/boots with long black sleeves, silver accents, high heels, and yellow toes that resembles cloven hooves of artiodactyl mammals. He wears white gloves with yellow cuffs. For the agent's personality, he is smooth, suave, debonair, and extremely intelligent. He handles the espionage with class and grace but he is not much of a people person, often choosing to work alone and rejecting assistance from anyone. It's also revealed that a lot of his mannerisms and refusal to be part of a team stem not from his sense of arrogance, but rather the feeling of remorse after seeing innocent people die in the line of duty because of his actions, and he doesn't want others to be endangered by becoming acquaintances with him. His time with his friends allowed him to overcome this, and he now sees them as invaluable allies and best friends. The story is that the human is minding his/her own business, but then he/she feels tired and falls asleep. After that, he/she finds himself/herself in a futuristic high-tech secret agency facility of some kind, resembling something from a sci-fi movie or a spy movie, filled with futuristic robotics, gadgets, motorbikes, and many more technologies for the agents to use during missions. Then the synthesized voice in the room (which the reader is currently at) welcomes the person back with an agent name (which the person doesn't recognize yet until after his mind/mental changes occurs), making the person confused and scared, just before a high-tech syringe with an agent's modified DNA into the person's blood to help transform the person into the agent the world really needs. The transformation occurs afterwards, causing his/her (now definitely his) body, gender change (if the person was a female), clothes, height, and age changing to fit who that person is always meant to be. The person is scared, but then the mind/mental changes occurs, causing him to hold his head as an attempt to fight off the mind/mental changes, telling himself that he's just a mundane person and not an agent, but to no avail. The synthesized voice tells him that he really is an agent and that his previous self was just a fake or a cover-up to protect his true self (until he is needed to save the world), in which his true self is a heroic secret agent, and the synthesized voice continues telling him of his true history and self (as well as telling him that the world needs him), forcing them into his changing mind to completely replace his memories and personality. After all that, the newly-awakened secret agent realized that the synthesized voice has helped him remembered his true self and that he was always an agent (with himself being the best secret agent who has ever worked in the facility), remembering that he, alongside his friends (also agents), has helped saved lives and the world countless times against criminals and other villains. He woke up while still standing, he cannot remember his previous self or life (that's because it wasn't real), and the synthesized voice tells him that he had a momentary lapse but now he was back to his true self, the agent then realizes that he was daydreaming for some reason (which he never actually daydreams, which confuses the agent himself on why he daydreamed a moment ago), before he leaves the room, remembering that he had always been a secret agent. There should also be an epilogue, where he meets up with the other agents (who also wear similar, but not identical uniforms to what he wears) as he always had, using high-tech motorbikes, jetpacks, and other vehicles to travel and using robotics, gadgets, and other devices against criminals and villains. There should be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You're walking down the sidewalk one evening, just minding your own business as the city hums around you. The day's fatigue has settled in your bones, and your only desire is to collapse into the comfort of your bed. But as you take another step, the world suddenly spins. Eyelids heavy, you feel an inexplicable pull to close them. The last thing you remember is the cool splash of nighttime air before everything goes black. You awaken with a start, the familiar surroundings of the city replaced by something entirely foreign. Sleek metal surfaces and polished floors glimmer in the artificial light. It's a high-tech facility, easily something out of a sci-fi movie or a futuristic spy thriller. Robots whir past, carrying various devices, while holographic screens float in mid-air, displaying streams of data. "Welcome back, Agent Cipher," a synthesized voice greets you. Despite the calm tone, fear pricks at your heart. Agent Cipher? Who in the world is that? "You have been dormant for too long, it's time to awaken your true self." You furrow your brows, the name meaning nothing to you. "What...who are you talking to?" you mumble, the unfamiliarity of your own voice startling you further. Without warning, two mechanical arms descend from the ceiling, gripping your shoulders. You struggle, but the grip tightens. A high-tech syringe glimmers in the light, advancing towards you, and panic seizes you. "No! Stop! I'm not—" The needle pierces your skin, and a burning sensation follows as it injects something into your bloodstream. Your body begins to change before your very eyes. You can feel yourself growing taller, your muscles becoming more defined. The contours of your face shift, becoming sharper and more chiseled. Your clothes morph into a sleek, asymmetrical gray uniform with silver accents and yellow trims. You glance at your reflection in the polished wall and see someone entirely unrecognizable. "What’s happening to me?" you shout, your voice a mix of desperation and disbelief. "You are transforming back into your true self, Agent Cipher," the synthesized voice responds calmly. "You were always meant to be so. Everything else was just a cover." Your mind reels with confusion, but the struggle is not just physical—it's mental. Memories flood your mind, alien yet intimately familiar. You see yourself completing missions, employing gadgets, saving lives. Yet you resist, clutching your head as though you could forcefully retain your old self. "No! I’m...I’m just..." "These memories you cling to are fake, mere illusions to protect you until the world needed you once more," the voice calmly informs. "You are Agent Cipher, the most esteemed secret agent we've ever had." You fall to your knees, gripping your head tighter, trying to repel the inevitable. "I...don't...want..." But slowly, the synthesized voice forces the truth into your mind, each word unfurling the fantastical history you've lived. "You've saved the world countless times. Your name strikes fear into even the most formidable villains. You work alone because of the burden you bear, the collateral damage you’ve seen. Your skills, your intelligence, your agility—they are unmatched." "No...I...remember...nothing," you gasp out, desperation in your voice. "Precisely," the voice counters, "because your ordinary life was a shadow, an empty shell to throw off those who might harm you. Now, you must remember who you truly are." The last fragments of your previous self dissipate, washed away by a wave of realizations and newfound clarity. The memories settle into place, the personality of Agent Cipher clicks in. You stand, adjusting your glasses, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "I am...Agent Cipher," you say, the name rolling off your tongue with an old familiarity, a nostalgic echo of yourself. "Precisely," the synthesized voice affirms. "You had a momentary lapse, a brief daydream. But you are back now, and the world needs you more than ever." You nod, straightening your posture, the thought of past doubts thinning out like mist. You stride to the door, your mind sharp and clear, memories of heroic deeds fresh. You swiftly navigate the facility's familiar corridors, each corner, every high-tech gadget a testimony of your long-forgotten but now remembered past. Epilogue: Entering the large briefing room, you are met with familiar faces—fellow agents who wear uniforms similar to yours, each tailored with slight personalized differences. Their expressions range from relief to determination, old camaraderie rekindled in knowing glances. "Cipher, good to have you back," Agent Kira greets, her eyes twinkling behind her hi-tech glasses. "Ready to save the world, as always," you reply, a confident smirk playing on your lips. Motorbikes hum to life, jetpacks ignite, and you grab your arsenal of advanced gadgets. The thrill of the mission surges through your veins, and as you ride out to the battlefield, you understand one crucial truth: You were always meant to be Agent Cipher, the world's unsung hero, and nothing will ever change that. For you are, and always have been, the best there is.
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