"Reality Remote: The Ultimate Beta Test"
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“Dude, you gotta see this,” I called out to my friend Jake as I fumbled with the remote. I had spent weeks working on it, endlessly soldering wires and tinkering with circuits. It was a reality remote — the mother of all remotes, capable of altering reality itself. And tonight was the night. Time for the ultimate beta test.
Jake crashed onto the couch, his eyes glued to the TV. “Billie Eilish looks freaking hot,” he said as she appeared on the screen for an interview. If only he knew.
I aimed the remote at Billie, then at Jake just as he was mid-compliment. My finger hovered nervously over the button for a split second. Click.
The room blurred for a moment, like a warped VHS tape, and then settled back into place.
“Oh man, did the cable just glitch out or something?” Jake said, shaking his head.
I turned to look. There she was — Billie Eilish in all her glory, but wearing Jake’s clothes, right next to me. Meanwhile, on the TV, Jake’s mug was staring at the camera, answering questions about a recent album I’m sure he has never heard of. Good lord, it worked!
“You okay, Jake?” I asked casually, trying to contain my excitement.
He rolled his eyes dramatically, and for a moment, I forgot it was a famous pop star body doing it. “Yeah, just tired of these boobs, man. The only guy in the world with them, and they’re such a pain!”
I stifled a laugh. “Heavy, huh?”
“You have no idea! It’s like carrying two bowling balls on your chest. And bras aren’t exactly built for men, you know?”
I nodded and suppressed another chuckle. The thought of Jake navigating his daily life with Billie’s curvy figure was almost too much to bear. I had to see if the change really held up in all forms, like photos. The reality remote was burning a literal hole in my pocket with possibilities.
“Hey, Jake, let’s play some video games,” I said, grabbing two controllers.
He gave his best Billie Eilish eye-roll — and boy, was it iconic — before reaching for the controller. “Fine, but these nails are killing me. I’ve broken like, three this week.”
As he strategically positioned his elegant, manicured fingers over the buttons, I tried and failed to keep my face straight. “Well, if you break another, you’re on nail salon duty next week.”
Between us, the intense gaming session began. Despite his newly acquired nimbleness, Jake’s performance was subpar. Almost every action caused a groan of frustration.
“Dude, this is impossible! I can’t play with these damn claws,” he said after his third consecutive loss, nursing his thumb as if it were mortally wounded.
I grinned like a Cheshire Cat, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Maybe manicure practice will help your gaming skills. Besides, aren't you supposed to be good at multitasking?”
“Oh, believe me,” Jake said, flicking a strand of Billie’s signature green-tinted hair out of his eyes. “I can multitask just fine. You're just better at being a jerk.”
The doorbell rang, and Jake sighed. “I’ll get it.”
As he waltzed to the door with Billie’s characteristic swagger, I couldn't help but admire my handiwork. Now, this was a remotely legendary evening.
The pizza delivery guy looked confused as hell as Jake dug through his – or rather Billie’s – pocket for cash. “Twenty-five bucks. Keep the change,” Jake said, handing over a fifty with a neatly manicured hand.
“Uh, thanks,” the delivery guy stammered, likely pondering the peculiar scene he had just witnessed.
Jake sat back down beside me, flipping his hair with way more finesse than he should’ve had. “Alright, TV time again. Let’s see if Billie gives a decent interview as me.”
I grabbed a slice of pizza, marveling at the wide-open world of possibilities. If swapping bodies was a hit, what else could I explore? The whole universe was my sandbox now. With Jake oblivious to the change, he was the perfect guinea pig for further... experiments.
"So, Jake," I said, scarcely able to contain my grin, "how do you manage those boobs while playing Call of Duty? I would think they get in the way."
He looked at me wearily. "It's a daily struggle man, but when you're the only guy with them, you gotta make do. Besides, I think you should worry more about keeping your pants clean rather than my boobs."
I burst out laughing. This reality remote was going to be so much fun. Well, fun for me, at least.
As Jake picked up the game controller again with a resigned sigh, I discreetly reached for the remote. Time to see what other havoc I could wreak on this hilariously altered reality. The night was young, and I had a feeling this was just the beginning.
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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Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where I wanted to test the limits of my new reality remote. I invited my friend over so I could test it on someone. I needed to do it without him knowing. We were watching tv and Billie Eilish was doing an interview. I aimed the remote at her and then my friend who was in the middle of commenting how hot he thought Billie looked. Now she’s sitting next to me in his clothes. They swapped bodies and reality has shifted so both of them are unaware of the changes. My buddy now has Billie's curvy body and massive boobs and he thinks its normal. This reality remote is awesome, maybe I should go look at some photos and see if they've changed as well. I asked him about his boobs and he rolls his eyes and talks about how annoying it is that he is the only guy who has boobs and how heavy they can be. Maybe we could play some video games, if he can actually play with those long manicured nails, he'll probably break a nail on my PlayStation controller.
Response: “Dude, you gotta see this,” I called out to my friend Jake as I fumbled with the remote. I had spent weeks working on it, endlessly soldering wires and tinkering with circuits. It was a reality remote — the mother of all remotes, capable of altering reality itself. And tonight was the night. Time for the ultimate beta test. Jake crashed onto the couch, his eyes glued to the TV. “Billie Eilish looks freaking hot,” he said as she appeared on the screen for an interview. If only he knew. I aimed the remote at Billie, then at Jake just as he was mid-compliment. My finger hovered nervously over the button for a split second. Click. The room blurred for a moment, like a warped VHS tape, and then settled back into place. “Oh man, did the cable just glitch out or something?” Jake said, shaking his head. I turned to look. There she was — Billie Eilish in all her glory, but wearing Jake’s clothes, right next to me. Meanwhile, on the TV, Jake’s mug was staring at the camera, answering questions about a recent album I’m sure he has never heard of. Good lord, it worked! “You okay, Jake?” I asked casually, trying to contain my excitement. He rolled his eyes dramatically, and for a moment, I forgot it was a famous pop star body doing it. “Yeah, just tired of these boobs, man. The only guy in the world with them, and they’re such a pain!” I stifled a laugh. “Heavy, huh?” “You have no idea! It’s like carrying two bowling balls on your chest. And bras aren’t exactly built for men, you know?” I nodded and suppressed another chuckle. The thought of Jake navigating his daily life with Billie’s curvy figure was almost too much to bear. I had to see if the change really held up in all forms, like photos. The reality remote was burning a literal hole in my pocket with possibilities. “Hey, Jake, let’s play some video games,” I said, grabbing two controllers. He gave his best Billie Eilish eye-roll — and boy, was it iconic — before reaching for the controller. “Fine, but these nails are killing me. I’ve broken like, three this week.” As he strategically positioned his elegant, manicured fingers over the buttons, I tried and failed to keep my face straight. “Well, if you break another, you’re on nail salon duty next week.” Between us, the intense gaming session began. Despite his newly acquired nimbleness, Jake’s performance was subpar. Almost every action caused a groan of frustration. “Dude, this is impossible! I can’t play with these damn claws,” he said after his third consecutive loss, nursing his thumb as if it were mortally wounded. I grinned like a Cheshire Cat, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Maybe manicure practice will help your gaming skills. Besides, aren't you supposed to be good at multitasking?” “Oh, believe me,” Jake said, flicking a strand of Billie’s signature green-tinted hair out of his eyes. “I can multitask just fine. You're just better at being a jerk.” The doorbell rang, and Jake sighed. “I’ll get it.” As he waltzed to the door with Billie’s characteristic swagger, I couldn't help but admire my handiwork. Now, this was a remotely legendary evening. The pizza delivery guy looked confused as hell as Jake dug through his – or rather Billie’s – pocket for cash. “Twenty-five bucks. Keep the change,” Jake said, handing over a fifty with a neatly manicured hand. “Uh, thanks,” the delivery guy stammered, likely pondering the peculiar scene he had just witnessed. Jake sat back down beside me, flipping his hair with way more finesse than he should’ve had. “Alright, TV time again. Let’s see if Billie gives a decent interview as me.” I grabbed a slice of pizza, marveling at the wide-open world of possibilities. If swapping bodies was a hit, what else could I explore? The whole universe was my sandbox now. With Jake oblivious to the change, he was the perfect guinea pig for further... experiments. "So, Jake," I said, scarcely able to contain my grin, "how do you manage those boobs while playing Call of Duty? I would think they get in the way." He looked at me wearily. "It's a daily struggle man, but when you're the only guy with them, you gotta make do. Besides, I think you should worry more about keeping your pants clean rather than my boobs." I burst out laughing. This reality remote was going to be so much fun. Well, fun for me, at least. As Jake picked up the game controller again with a resigned sigh, I discreetly reached for the remote. Time to see what other havoc I could wreak on this hilariously altered reality. The night was young, and I had a feeling this was just the beginning.
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