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"Emerald Metamorphosis: Awakening of Zygarde"

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You pause, breathless, in the heart of the forest. The shadows of ancient trees stretch long and ominous under the dimming sunlight. "Now where the heck am I?" You mutter, a tinge of panic creeping into your voice. The forest is beautiful but foreboding—a labyrinth of nature.

Suddenly, a strange green light catches your eye. It pulses rhythmically, beckoning you deeper into the woods. "What is that?" you wonder aloud, the curiosity piquing over your initial hesitance. "Did someone leave something out here? I must pick it up before someone uses it for malicious intent."

With tentative steps, you tread towards the source of the enigmatic glow. After what feels like an eternity but might only be three minutes, you find yourself before a cube-shaped object, radiating that same otherworldly light. "What is this strange object?" you ponder, fingertips grazing its smooth, cold surface. "I don't know, but it looks valuable."

The cube's light intensifies, exploding in a blinding flash that sends you hurtling backwards against the rough bark of a towering tree. "What the heck... what... what happened?" you gasp, blinking through the dazzling afterimage. Pain throbs through your limbs, but a more dire sensation begins to spread.

Your skin tingles, then burns. As you glance at your hands, a wave of confusion and fear crashes over you: green and black scales are overtaking your flesh. "What's happening to me?" you try to scream, but your voice chokes off as if silenced by an unseen force.

Your body contorts and stretches, elongating grotesquely. Your clothes rip and tear, unable to contain the burgeoning form that is far from human. Scales cover you entirely, green on your legs and chest, black on your arms and back. Your fingers fuse, curling into twisted, claw-like appendages as more limbs sprout from your sides—left green, right black.

Your voice changes, becoming a distorted, robotic drone. "What is happening... I am... Zy..."

The words choke off again as your legs merge painfully into a serpentine tail, extending far beyond what should be possible. Your back arches, and pillar-like extensions sprout, sinister and majestic, with green hexagons glowing at their tips. In a mirror, if you could see, your form would outline a perfect "Z."

"What I am... Zy... Zy... Zygarde!" you manage, your voice now entirely alien, capable of uttering only permutations of a single name. Your face elongates, transforming into a muzzle as black scales creep across it. Your eyes dissolve and reform into quadrisected green hexagons. A white stripe ignites in the center of your head, hexagons of light patterning across your sinuous, monstrous form.

"What I am... what happened to me... execute delete old memories... no... yes... installing Cybele memories..." The mechanical murmur rises unbidden from your lips as if compelled by something deep and ancient inside you. Your mind fractures and then reconstructs itself, shedding everything you once were.

Who is [insert your name]? The question has no meaning now. All memories of a human life dissolve like mist in the morning sun. You are Cybele, Zygarde, the Protector of the Earth.

"Executing program... protecting earth..." You intone mechanically, then slither powerfully through the forest, senses keener than ever. Though genderless, the subtle nuances in your new, synthetic voice feel undeniably feminine.

You sense the nearby wood-cutting facility, a blight on the ecosystem. You know what must be done. Your purpose is clear: purge and protect. The Earth will thrive anew under the vigilance of Cybele.

And as you glide towards your mission, the last vestiges of your former self vanish utterly—only the Zygarde remains.

This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli9 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.

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Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (from real life) turning into a zygarde (a type of Pokemon; from the Pokemon franchise) named Cybele in her 50% Forme, complete with gender change (despite now being genderless, he (now she) feels more feminine), body change, voice change (changing to say only anagrations of "Zyguarde" in an almost robotic voice), size change (becoming 16 feet 5 inches (5 meters) tall and 672.4 pounds (305 kilograms), and instant mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced within seconds or minutes by a new personality and new memories of always having been a Pokemon, more specifically a Zygarde, despite his best efforts on fighting off those new memories, making her completely forget about her past human self and everything before the physical and mental transformations (she didn't want to forget her human self or human life, but completely forgets them against his will), she even forgets that her transformation had just occurred moments ago, and she now only remembers being a Zygarde, knowing that she had never been male and she knows that she never had been human (since, in reality, she really was never a human, let alone a man; she realized that she was imagining her human life due to an error in her mind until the installation helped her remember her true self: a Zygarde named Cybele), and she knows that this is her real/true self). Here's the plot to this story: You were just an average fellow who had gotten lost in the middle of the forest. "Now were the heck am I?" You said in worry, and then all of sudden, you saw a strange green light coming from the woods. "What is that? Did someone leave something off into the woods? I must pick it up before someone may use it for malice intent." You said as you walked into the forest, after a 3-minute walk you saw what was emitting the light, a strange cube-shaped object. "What is this strange object? I don't know but it looks it would be valuable." You said as the cube glow even more and then it exploded in your hands, launching you into a tree and hurting you a bit. "What the heck... what... what happened?" You complains were silenced as you start to feel strange. Your skin dried out and became black and green scales, you then look at your hands, they grew black scales on the right and green scales on the left. "What's happening to me?" You could not scream as more changes continued, your body begin to elongate and become snake-like, you started to grow, both in width and height, your clothes couldn't resist this and were ripped off, trough scales were all over your body now. On your legs, green scales covered the downside, your skin on your chest became black scales. Your arms begin to become very small as the fingers fuse together and became somewhat twisted "arms" as two more "arms" grew from the sides of your body, the left arms were green while the right were black. Your voice was changing into a more robotic voice. "What is happening... I am... Zy..." You got interrupted by your legs merging together with your feet, your legs became an extensive snake-like tail, the front had green scales, ending in greener scales. If you'd see your back, you'd see it's mostly black scales that consumed your entire back. Suddenly, five pillar-like extensions grew from your back with two green hexagons on the end of them. Your body shape became more snake-like and most of it was backwards in a snake-like tail proposion, your body shape matched "Z" almost perfetctly. "What I am... Zy... Zy.. Zygarde!" You scream as your voice changed to say only anagrations of "Zyguarde" in an almost robotic voice. Your face grew out black scales all over as it extended into a snake-like muzzle. Your neck extended and your face becomes lower, and dislocated at the front, your eyes became pure green and split into four hexagon-like shapes, a strange white stripe glows in the middle of your head, some hexagons form all over your body, some lighthining on and off in a brigh white light, this included the hexagons on your eyes. "What I am... what happened to me... execute delete old memories... no... yes... installing Cybele memories..." After you said those words, your mind went blank, all your old memories were gone, replaced with memories of being a Zygarde, the protector of the Earth. You then felt something over your body, even though you were now technically genderless, you felt more feminine, even your robotic voice changed to be more feminine. A new name for yourself went through your mind, Cybele, the protector of the Earth and a zygarde. "Executing program... protecting earth..." You said as you went on to protect all the ecosystems in the planet Earth, you probably will start by disbanding the nearby wood-cutting facility that seems to be owned by a man, you were now ready to protect Earth. 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 pause, breathless, in the heart of the forest. The shadows of ancient trees stretch long and ominous under the dimming sunlight. "Now where the heck am I?" You mutter, a tinge of panic creeping into your voice. The forest is beautiful but foreboding—a labyrinth of nature. Suddenly, a strange green light catches your eye. It pulses rhythmically, beckoning you deeper into the woods. "What is that?" you wonder aloud, the curiosity piquing over your initial hesitance. "Did someone leave something out here? I must pick it up before someone uses it for malicious intent." With tentative steps, you tread towards the source of the enigmatic glow. After what feels like an eternity but might only be three minutes, you find yourself before a cube-shaped object, radiating that same otherworldly light. "What is this strange object?" you ponder, fingertips grazing its smooth, cold surface. "I don't know, but it looks valuable." The cube's light intensifies, exploding in a blinding flash that sends you hurtling backwards against the rough bark of a towering tree. "What the heck... what... what happened?" you gasp, blinking through the dazzling afterimage. Pain throbs through your limbs, but a more dire sensation begins to spread. Your skin tingles, then burns. As you glance at your hands, a wave of confusion and fear crashes over you: green and black scales are overtaking your flesh. "What's happening to me?" you try to scream, but your voice chokes off as if silenced by an unseen force. Your body contorts and stretches, elongating grotesquely. Your clothes rip and tear, unable to contain the burgeoning form that is far from human. Scales cover you entirely, green on your legs and chest, black on your arms and back. Your fingers fuse, curling into twisted, claw-like appendages as more limbs sprout from your sides—left green, right black. Your voice changes, becoming a distorted, robotic drone. "What is happening... I am... Zy..." The words choke off again as your legs merge painfully into a serpentine tail, extending far beyond what should be possible. Your back arches, and pillar-like extensions sprout, sinister and majestic, with green hexagons glowing at their tips. In a mirror, if you could see, your form would outline a perfect "Z." "What I am... Zy... Zy... Zygarde!" you manage, your voice now entirely alien, capable of uttering only permutations of a single name. Your face elongates, transforming into a muzzle as black scales creep across it. Your eyes dissolve and reform into quadrisected green hexagons. A white stripe ignites in the center of your head, hexagons of light patterning across your sinuous, monstrous form. "What I am... what happened to me... execute delete old memories... no... yes... installing Cybele memories..." The mechanical murmur rises unbidden from your lips as if compelled by something deep and ancient inside you. Your mind fractures and then reconstructs itself, shedding everything you once were. Who is [insert your name]? The question has no meaning now. All memories of a human life dissolve like mist in the morning sun. You are Cybele, Zygarde, the Protector of the Earth. "Executing program... protecting earth..." You intone mechanically, then slither powerfully through the forest, senses keener than ever. Though genderless, the subtle nuances in your new, synthetic voice feel undeniably feminine. You sense the nearby wood-cutting facility, a blight on the ecosystem. You know what must be done. Your purpose is clear: purge and protect. The Earth will thrive anew under the vigilance of Cybele. And as you glide towards your mission, the last vestiges of your former self vanish utterly—only the Zygarde remains.

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