Remote Reality: A Tale of Transformation
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The idea of bending reality with a remote was exhilarating. The moment I held it in my hands, I felt like a deity with unchecked power. But before I could delve deeper into its possibilities, I knew I had to test its boundaries - and who better to help me than my unsuspecting friend, Jake?
"Hey, Jake, you free to hang out tonight?" I texted.
"Sure thing! I could use a break. Be there in 20," he replied.
Perfect.
My heart raced with anticipation as I fidgeted with the sleek device, an enigmatic marvel of technology or perhaps even sorcery. When Jake arrived, we settled into our usual routine - a couple of beers, some light banter, and channel-surfing to find the evening’s entertainment.
And there she was - Billie Eilish, giving an interview on late-night TV, being her usual enigmatic self.
"Hey, have you heard her latest song?" Jake asked, his eyes glued to the screen.
I nodded absentmindedly, my mind on loftier thoughts. The reality remote rested on my lap, warm to the touch. I aimed it stealthily at the TV, then at Jake.
He glanced at me suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
“Just checking something out,” I said and pressed the red button.
For a moment, nothing happened. The interview continued, Billie answering questions, her mannerisms casual and cool. But then Jake... No, Billie... no, wait.
Sitting next to me was Billie Eilish, still wearing Jake's clothes. Her eyes sparkled with the same lively mischief, but her posture, her aura, and yes, her body, were those of the pop sensation. Jake had undergone a transformation without even realizing it.
“You were saying something about her latest song?” Billie-with-Jake’s-persona asked, sipping his beer.
My heart pounded. Both Billie-who-was-now-Jake and Jake-who-was-now-Billie were oblivious to the spiritual hot-swap. To them, this was entirely normal.
The wheels in my head spun faster. I scrambled for an excuse to leave and pick up my phone, curiosity getting the better of me. I had to check if the change was reflected in our photos.
“Uh, I need to, um, use the bathroom. Be right back.”
"Alright, but don't take too long. I was about to challenge you to a game of darts," Jake-now-Billie called after me, cackling in Jake's signature manner.
I darted away, hid in the hallway, and opened my gallery. There it was. Dozens of photos of Jake from past hangouts, birthdays, and holidays - but all of them showed Billie in Jake’s place. And yet, every caption, every comment about our good times remained unchanged, as if she had always been part of my life, and Jake had always been her.
“This remote is freaking amazing,” I whispered.
I deliberated my next move. My mind buzzed with possibilities. What if I tried this on a larger scale? Historical figures, celebrities, or maybe even myself? The ethical implications barely registered; I was drunk on the omnipotence.
Returning to the living room, I found ‘Billie’ engrossed in a conversation about the intricacies of music production. “Hey, shall we mix up the night?” I suggested with a grin, holding the remote behind my back.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
I picked up the remote again, my thumb hovering over a myriad of buttons. 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.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
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. 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.
Response: The idea of bending reality with a remote was exhilarating. The moment I held it in my hands, I felt like a deity with unchecked power. But before I could delve deeper into its possibilities, I knew I had to test its boundaries - and who better to help me than my unsuspecting friend, Jake? "Hey, Jake, you free to hang out tonight?" I texted. "Sure thing! I could use a break. Be there in 20," he replied. Perfect. My heart raced with anticipation as I fidgeted with the sleek device, an enigmatic marvel of technology or perhaps even sorcery. When Jake arrived, we settled into our usual routine - a couple of beers, some light banter, and channel-surfing to find the evening’s entertainment. And there she was - Billie Eilish, giving an interview on late-night TV, being her usual enigmatic self. "Hey, have you heard her latest song?" Jake asked, his eyes glued to the screen. I nodded absentmindedly, my mind on loftier thoughts. The reality remote rested on my lap, warm to the touch. I aimed it stealthily at the TV, then at Jake. He glanced at me suspiciously. “What are you doing?” “Just checking something out,” I said and pressed the red button. For a moment, nothing happened. The interview continued, Billie answering questions, her mannerisms casual and cool. But then Jake... No, Billie... no, wait. Sitting next to me was Billie Eilish, still wearing Jake's clothes. Her eyes sparkled with the same lively mischief, but her posture, her aura, and yes, her body, were those of the pop sensation. Jake had undergone a transformation without even realizing it. “You were saying something about her latest song?” Billie-with-Jake’s-persona asked, sipping his beer. My heart pounded. Both Billie-who-was-now-Jake and Jake-who-was-now-Billie were oblivious to the spiritual hot-swap. To them, this was entirely normal. The wheels in my head spun faster. I scrambled for an excuse to leave and pick up my phone, curiosity getting the better of me. I had to check if the change was reflected in our photos. “Uh, I need to, um, use the bathroom. Be right back.” "Alright, but don't take too long. I was about to challenge you to a game of darts," Jake-now-Billie called after me, cackling in Jake's signature manner. I darted away, hid in the hallway, and opened my gallery. There it was. Dozens of photos of Jake from past hangouts, birthdays, and holidays - but all of them showed Billie in Jake’s place. And yet, every caption, every comment about our good times remained unchanged, as if she had always been part of my life, and Jake had always been her. “This remote is freaking amazing,” I whispered. I deliberated my next move. My mind buzzed with possibilities. What if I tried this on a larger scale? Historical figures, celebrities, or maybe even myself? The ethical implications barely registered; I was drunk on the omnipotence. Returning to the living room, I found ‘Billie’ engrossed in a conversation about the intricacies of music production. “Hey, shall we mix up the night?” I suggested with a grin, holding the remote behind my back. “Sure, what do you have in mind?” I picked up the remote again, my thumb hovering over a myriad of buttons. This was just the beginning.
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