"Double Trouble: A Cloning Catastrophe"
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The scene was straight out of one of those bizarre indie films. I stood in the middle of my living room, surrounded by clones of my girlfriend. My girlfriend Melissa was a gorgeous redhead, but it was incredibly surreal to see her face on various members of my family.
"Dude, I gotta say," started clone version of my brother, who was tracing out the curves of his new body with a smirk. "These," he motioned to his substantial chest, "Are awesome."
"Peter!" admonished Mom-clone, flicking her fiery red mane over one shoulder, looking way too liek Melissa for my comfort. "That's not appropriate!"
"Yeesh, sorry," chuckled Peter, rolling his eyes, seemingly more amused by his newly manicured nails than anything else.
As if the situation couldn't get more surreal, Dad-clone chimed in from his place on the sofa, fluffing Melissa's red hair with a self-appreciative giggle. "To be honest, as weird as it sounds, I kinda like this. I mean," he tousled his hair, mimicking a well-known hair product commercial, "I feel like Fabio."
"Not a bad look, Dad,” admitted my other brother-clone, Chris, grudgingly tying up his own luxurious red curls into a ponytail.
“Touché, Chris, tou…” their conversation faded into the background as I tried to regain control of the chaotic situation.
“Alright, alright,” I clapped my hands together trying to get their attention. "How about we take this one step at a time? We need name tags first."
That took a while since everyone was too fascinated with their shiny new nails. They laughed heartily, each taking turns making jokes about their newfound vanity and jealousy towards their “superior” nails. The scene was like a teenage slumber party gone terribly weird.
“Not so easy to write with these claws, is it?” mom-clone was bossy as ever, her commands swiftly followed by a glare from dad-clone, all this was eerily reminiscent albeit in a bizarre way.
Finally, the name tags were done and the clones had somehow adjusted to their peculiar physical changes, the one-liners, the snarky remarks, the boisterous kidding was everything my family. Only, they were all Melissa now.
“It’s all fun and games till we have to use the bathroom,” Chris said, and we all shuddered at that thought.
“Okay, everyone, on three,” Mom-clone held her phone forward for a group selfie, causing dad-clone to burst into fits of laughter.
"Smile!" Mom said, while I tried to hold my smile without showing my shock.
This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I'd set out to create a cloning machine, but I had to admit, we were definitely the most unique, and admittedly, busty, family on the block.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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AI Prompts
Prompt: write a story with lots of dialogue about how After my clone invention had a mishap. My house has been a bit weirder. My girlfriend said she was willing to test the machine for me which was awesome. Unfortunately, It malfunctioned and cloned my family. Now my family all look like my busty redheaded girlfriend. I’m going to need name tags to tell who is who. Or maybe not the one fondling her boobs is probably my brother. But what about my other brother mom and dad I grab some nametags and hand them to my family so they can put them on. When the men of my family write their names down, they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. They also couldn't believe the amount of hair they had, my dad flung his hair about and said he felt like Fabio. My other brother was annoyed with his hair, so he threw it into a ponytail, my other brother began to headbang with his flowing locks It was awkward for all the guys in my family to have boobs and curves that they definitely didn't have before. Everyone's personalities were a giveaway too my dad was still wisecracking and snarky. My brother was the same energetic guy he always was. My other brother was much like my dad and decided to bust a few jokes about the situation and my mom was pretty pleased to be younger again. My mom suggested we all take a family photo together which was a funny idea. Everyone except me now looking like my curvy and busty girlfriend all in the same green low cut dress she had been wearing when the change took place. This invention has caused quite the change to my family, Though I will admit were the sexiest and most busty family in town. Write lots of dialogue.
Response: The scene was straight out of one of those bizarre indie films. I stood in the middle of my living room, surrounded by clones of my girlfriend. My girlfriend Melissa was a gorgeous redhead, but it was incredibly surreal to see her face on various members of my family. "Dude, I gotta say," started clone version of my brother, who was tracing out the curves of his new body with a smirk. "These," he motioned to his substantial chest, "Are awesome." "Peter!" admonished Mom-clone, flicking her fiery red mane over one shoulder, looking way too liek Melissa for my comfort. "That's not appropriate!" "Yeesh, sorry," chuckled Peter, rolling his eyes, seemingly more amused by his newly manicured nails than anything else. As if the situation couldn't get more surreal, Dad-clone chimed in from his place on the sofa, fluffing Melissa's red hair with a self-appreciative giggle. "To be honest, as weird as it sounds, I kinda like this. I mean," he tousled his hair, mimicking a well-known hair product commercial, "I feel like Fabio." "Not a bad look, Dad,” admitted my other brother-clone, Chris, grudgingly tying up his own luxurious red curls into a ponytail. “Touché, Chris, tou…” their conversation faded into the background as I tried to regain control of the chaotic situation. “Alright, alright,” I clapped my hands together trying to get their attention. "How about we take this one step at a time? We need name tags first." That took a while since everyone was too fascinated with their shiny new nails. They laughed heartily, each taking turns making jokes about their newfound vanity and jealousy towards their “superior” nails. The scene was like a teenage slumber party gone terribly weird. “Not so easy to write with these claws, is it?” mom-clone was bossy as ever, her commands swiftly followed by a glare from dad-clone, all this was eerily reminiscent albeit in a bizarre way. Finally, the name tags were done and the clones had somehow adjusted to their peculiar physical changes, the one-liners, the snarky remarks, the boisterous kidding was everything my family. Only, they were all Melissa now. “It’s all fun and games till we have to use the bathroom,” Chris said, and we all shuddered at that thought. “Okay, everyone, on three,” Mom-clone held her phone forward for a group selfie, causing dad-clone to burst into fits of laughter. "Smile!" Mom said, while I tried to hold my smile without showing my shock. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I'd set out to create a cloning machine, but I had to admit, we were definitely the most unique, and admittedly, busty, family on the block.
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