"Agent Eclipse: Savior of Worlds"
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You were stumbling through your day, as usual—no adventures, no spy missions. Just the regular grind of your life. Your bed called you early tonight, its comforting embrace an escape from the mundane. As you drift into sleep, your consciousness ebbs, and your world fades to black.
"Welcome back, Agent Eclipse," a synthetic voice cuts through the darkness, slicing into your dream.
The phrase jolts you awake. Your eyes blink open, but you're not in your room anymore. Cold, polished metal gleams around you, and the hum of high-tech machinery buzzes in the confined space. You sit up abruptly, heart pounding in confusion.
"I'm not an agent," you mumble, still half-asleep. "I'm just... me."
"No," the synthesized AI voice corrects. "You have always been Agent Eclipse. The world needs you, and your true self must be restored."
A panel slides open in the wall, revealing a high-tech syringe. You flinch, but a pair of robotic arms swiftly grab your own and inject the needle into your vein before you can resist. A cold wave of dread washes over you; you feel the serum flooding your system, altering your very biology.
"Regaining true self... Agent parameters resetting," the voice drones on.
Suddenly, your body contorts and shifts. Panic seizes your mind. You aren't prepared for the transformation overtaking you.
Your height stretches until you reach six feet, your bones and muscles hardening into peak physical condition. Your skin adopts a tan hue, glowing under the facility's fluorescent lights. Light brown hair cascades to your shoulders, each strand shining as if polished.
The greatest change hits your throat, pushing out an Adam's apple if you were a female. The discomfort intensifies around your nether regions, private parts repositioning and reshaping themselves, turning you completely male if you weren't already one.
Tears prick your eyes as you struggle to hold onto your old self, but your clothes morph next, your original outfit dissolving into the impressive uniform detailed with segmented bands, high-heeled boots, and a helmet that immediately appears on your head.
"Stop it! I'm just... I can't be a secret agent!" Your voice—now fully masculine—sounds alien to your own ears. You try to remove the helmet, but your hands are stopped mid-air by some invisible force.
With cruel accuracy, the synthesized AI voice continues. "This is your true designation. You were never just an ordinary person. Your previous memories are but illusions, falsehoods designed to protect crucial information until you were needed again."
Intense pressure crashes into your mind. Memories—not your own—crash over you like waves. You fight, clutching your head and gritting your teeth. However, your efforts are futile. Brilliant missions, detailed knowledge of vehicles, gadgets, and martial arts flood into your brain. The guilt from seeing people lost, the meticulous rosters of villains you have thwarted, these memories dominate.
The synthesized voice insists, "You are Agent Eclipse. You always have been. The world depends on you."
Teetering on the edge of a precipice, you yell, "Please... I... I'm..." But you can't refute it anymore. The resistance ceases, your past self erased.
You stand up, perfectly aware and accepting of who you are: a top-secret agent, smooth, suave, skilled in espionage, the technological genius who always completes his missions with class and grace. The entirety of the AI-enhanced facility clicks around you, familiar and welcoming.
"Agent Eclipse, operation reinitialized. You experienced a momentary lapse. Proceed with your duties," the AI voice announces.
A smirk tugs at your lips—a reflex. With utmost confidence, you stride out of the room. This is your life. You know no other. As a high-tech motorbike revs to life, you place the sleek helmet over your head. Your friends—fellow secret agents—await beyond the corner for another mission.
A fortunate happenstance beckons—a slight break from your solitary ways. They are more than your colleagues; they're invaluable allies. With a swift movement, you reach them, and they welcome you.
“You ready, Eclipse?” one of them asks, their voices filled with camaraderie.
“Always ready,” you respond, the memories and skills all perfectly aligned. Your previous self is but a flicker in the past, a necessary but false cover. What matters now is the mission, the world you are built to protect. You mount your motorbike, knowing with certainty that victory is always within reach.
As you thrum down a pristine, futuristic highway toward your next assignment, it’s clear: you were always meant to be here. Agent Eclipse, savior of worlds.
This story was generated by user LazyUsername1 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 a human turning into the secret agent (who is also a human), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), clothes change (the person's clothes instantly transforming into an agent's outfit), age change (the person becomes older or younger, depending on his/her age), height change (becoming 6 feet tall), 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 realized 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. When riding on vehicles (such as his futuristic motorbike) or during some missions, he wears a gray motorbike helmet with white and yellow rims and a black futuristic visor (which completely obscures his face to others but still allowing him to see through the visor) to protect his eyes and to scan important information (for spying missions and others). For the agent's personality, he is smooth, suave, debonair, very skilled, fast/agile runner, and extremely intelligent (knowing how to use every available vehicle, device, etc, and is even capable of programming and hacking into all kind of devices effortlessly (since he's a technological genius), as well as being an agile and capable fighter (even knowing martial arts), all to help stop every villain, even technological ones). 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 robotic synthesized voice (which is an AI program that is programmed throughout the facility) in the room (which the person 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, saying that he's/she's not an agent (not even having an agent name) but a regular person (but the synthesized AI voice tells him/her that he's/she's wrong and that he/she really is an agent), before the synthesized AI voice summons 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 synthesized AI voice confirms that injecting the agent's DNA will help the person regain his/her true self as an agent). The transformation occurs afterwards, causing his/her body change, gender change (if the person was a female, she becomes a he), clothes change (the person's clothes instantly transforming into an agent's outfit), eyesight change (losing clarity in eyesight due to his now-nearsighted eyes until a pair of black-rimmed glasses make him see great again), height change, and age change to fit who that person is always meant to be. The person is scared, but then the mind/mental change occurs, causing him to hold his head as an attempt to fight off the mind/mental changes, telling himself that he's just a regular person and not an agent, but to no avail. The synthesized AI voice tells him that he really is an agent and that his previous self was just a fake or a cover-up to protect classified information and, primarily, his true self or identity until he is needed to save the world again, in which his true self is a heroic secret agent, and the synthesized AI 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 false memories and personality. After all that, the newly-awakened secret agent realized that the synthesized AI 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 he knows that it never existed or happened), and the synthesized AI 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 with their own secret agent names (who also wear similar, but not identical uniforms to what he wears), since he always meet up with them, having always used high-tech vehicles (such as motorbikes (the primary vehicle he uses, as long as he wears his motorbike helmet for safety reasons (he always wears his motorbike helmet before he drives the futuristic motorbike), as other secret agents of the facility do when they use their futuristic motorbikes), jetpacks, and others) to travel and having always used devices (robotics, gadgets, high-tech scanning watches, and others) against criminals and villains, and always having a victory in saving the world against threats. 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 were stumbling through your day, as usual—no adventures, no spy missions. Just the regular grind of your life. Your bed called you early tonight, its comforting embrace an escape from the mundane. As you drift into sleep, your consciousness ebbs, and your world fades to black. "Welcome back, Agent Eclipse," a synthetic voice cuts through the darkness, slicing into your dream. The phrase jolts you awake. Your eyes blink open, but you're not in your room anymore. Cold, polished metal gleams around you, and the hum of high-tech machinery buzzes in the confined space. You sit up abruptly, heart pounding in confusion. "I'm not an agent," you mumble, still half-asleep. "I'm just... me." "No," the synthesized AI voice corrects. "You have always been Agent Eclipse. The world needs you, and your true self must be restored." A panel slides open in the wall, revealing a high-tech syringe. You flinch, but a pair of robotic arms swiftly grab your own and inject the needle into your vein before you can resist. A cold wave of dread washes over you; you feel the serum flooding your system, altering your very biology. "Regaining true self... Agent parameters resetting," the voice drones on. Suddenly, your body contorts and shifts. Panic seizes your mind. You aren't prepared for the transformation overtaking you. Your height stretches until you reach six feet, your bones and muscles hardening into peak physical condition. Your skin adopts a tan hue, glowing under the facility's fluorescent lights. Light brown hair cascades to your shoulders, each strand shining as if polished. The greatest change hits your throat, pushing out an Adam's apple if you were a female. The discomfort intensifies around your nether regions, private parts repositioning and reshaping themselves, turning you completely male if you weren't already one. Tears prick your eyes as you struggle to hold onto your old self, but your clothes morph next, your original outfit dissolving into the impressive uniform detailed with segmented bands, high-heeled boots, and a helmet that immediately appears on your head. "Stop it! I'm just... I can't be a secret agent!" Your voice—now fully masculine—sounds alien to your own ears. You try to remove the helmet, but your hands are stopped mid-air by some invisible force. With cruel accuracy, the synthesized AI voice continues. "This is your true designation. You were never just an ordinary person. Your previous memories are but illusions, falsehoods designed to protect crucial information until you were needed again." Intense pressure crashes into your mind. Memories—not your own—crash over you like waves. You fight, clutching your head and gritting your teeth. However, your efforts are futile. Brilliant missions, detailed knowledge of vehicles, gadgets, and martial arts flood into your brain. The guilt from seeing people lost, the meticulous rosters of villains you have thwarted, these memories dominate. The synthesized voice insists, "You are Agent Eclipse. You always have been. The world depends on you." Teetering on the edge of a precipice, you yell, "Please... I... I'm..." But you can't refute it anymore. The resistance ceases, your past self erased. You stand up, perfectly aware and accepting of who you are: a top-secret agent, smooth, suave, skilled in espionage, the technological genius who always completes his missions with class and grace. The entirety of the AI-enhanced facility clicks around you, familiar and welcoming. "Agent Eclipse, operation reinitialized. You experienced a momentary lapse. Proceed with your duties," the AI voice announces. A smirk tugs at your lips—a reflex. With utmost confidence, you stride out of the room. This is your life. You know no other. As a high-tech motorbike revs to life, you place the sleek helmet over your head. Your friends—fellow secret agents—await beyond the corner for another mission. A fortunate happenstance beckons—a slight break from your solitary ways. They are more than your colleagues; they're invaluable allies. With a swift movement, you reach them, and they welcome you. “You ready, Eclipse?” one of them asks, their voices filled with camaraderie. “Always ready,” you respond, the memories and skills all perfectly aligned. Your previous self is but a flicker in the past, a necessary but false cover. What matters now is the mission, the world you are built to protect. You mount your motorbike, knowing with certainty that victory is always within reach. As you thrum down a pristine, futuristic highway toward your next assignment, it’s clear: you were always meant to be here. Agent Eclipse, savior of worlds.
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