Shards of Reality
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Title: Shards of Reality
"Hey, dude," I said, nudging my buddy, Ted. We were lounging by the public pool, enjoying the summer sun when I took the small remote out from my bag. It was no bigger than a pocket TV remote, dinged up yet possessing an aura of antiquity and prowess.
"The hell is that, Rob?" Ted asked, looking strangely at the object.
"It's a Reality Remote."
"A what now?"
I laughed and began explaining its surreal functionality. "This thing swaps people's bodies. Only thing is, it convinces them they've always had the body they're in. It's gonna be wild."
Ted looked clueless, "Body swapping? Really, Rob?"
As I rose to prove a point, the remote slipped from my grasp hitting the concrete. Its screen splintered in all directions. I stood frozen as flickers of colorful holograms filled the air.
"What the..." I stammered, looking around. As the visuals cleared, I noticed nobody else seemed as perturbed. It's like they were oblivious to the spectacle that just occurred. That's when I saw Ted, or rather, a curvaceous redhead in a flashy one-piece swimsuit at his spot.
"Ted?" I whispered, walking over to him, or was it now her.
She, or rather, he looked at me, his furrowed eyes twinkling behind familiar freckles, "What's up, Rob? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"
I examined him, her, struggling for words. "Ted, you, um, you seem a bit different."
"Really, Rob? You spend too much time under the sun, mate."
I pointed out that he was a woman now. A lady pushing forty, blessed with generous assets that strained against her rainbow suit's fabric.
"What are you on about, Rob? I've been like this ever since." Ted replied, smoothing her fiery cascades.
In shock, I tried to talk sense into Ted, telling him about our shenanigans and how this wasn't his real body. I narrated the tale of the Remote, but Ted just laughed it off with a toss of his thick, red hair.
"Sounds like you prolonged your prank phase, Rob. Come on now, let's not ruin this fine day." Ted stood up, her body moving gracefully with the fluidity of a lifetime's practice.
"But Ted—"
"Rob, relax! Have a drink. No need to get worked up." Ted brushed me off, her voice soothing yet frustrating.
I was dumbstruck at the sight of my guy friend, now totally oblivious, settled into a body that was just so wrong, but also so right for him.
Trying to fix the remote proved futile. My recklessness had permanently rearranged the bodies of everyone around me and only I knew the reality. I was left alone with the knowledge of the world that was – and the world that now is.
"Insane," I muttered, staring at the shattered reality remote. "This thing... is really insane."
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 lots of dialogue about When I found a reality remote I didn’t know what to do with it. The reality remote swaps peoples bodies but leaves them unaware of the changes it makes them think they've always had the body they now have. I could change the world in a matter of seconds. I was so excited to use it at the pool with my friend. Unfortunately, I dropped it and it shattered it swapped everyone but me and nobody notices the difference. I can’t seem to fix it. Now my friend is stuck in his redheaded MILF body wearing a rainbow colored one piece showing off a ton on his new massive cleavage and he doesn’t even think it’s wrong that he had the body of a woman even though he’s a guy. this reality remote is insane. write a lot of dialogue
Response: Title: Shards of Reality "Hey, dude," I said, nudging my buddy, Ted. We were lounging by the public pool, enjoying the summer sun when I took the small remote out from my bag. It was no bigger than a pocket TV remote, dinged up yet possessing an aura of antiquity and prowess. "The hell is that, Rob?" Ted asked, looking strangely at the object. "It's a Reality Remote." "A what now?" I laughed and began explaining its surreal functionality. "This thing swaps people's bodies. Only thing is, it convinces them they've always had the body they're in. It's gonna be wild." Ted looked clueless, "Body swapping? Really, Rob?" As I rose to prove a point, the remote slipped from my grasp hitting the concrete. Its screen splintered in all directions. I stood frozen as flickers of colorful holograms filled the air. "What the..." I stammered, looking around. As the visuals cleared, I noticed nobody else seemed as perturbed. It's like they were oblivious to the spectacle that just occurred. That's when I saw Ted, or rather, a curvaceous redhead in a flashy one-piece swimsuit at his spot. "Ted?" I whispered, walking over to him, or was it now her. She, or rather, he looked at me, his furrowed eyes twinkling behind familiar freckles, "What's up, Rob? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" I examined him, her, struggling for words. "Ted, you, um, you seem a bit different." "Really, Rob? You spend too much time under the sun, mate." I pointed out that he was a woman now. A lady pushing forty, blessed with generous assets that strained against her rainbow suit's fabric. "What are you on about, Rob? I've been like this ever since." Ted replied, smoothing her fiery cascades. In shock, I tried to talk sense into Ted, telling him about our shenanigans and how this wasn't his real body. I narrated the tale of the Remote, but Ted just laughed it off with a toss of his thick, red hair. "Sounds like you prolonged your prank phase, Rob. Come on now, let's not ruin this fine day." Ted stood up, her body moving gracefully with the fluidity of a lifetime's practice. "But Ted—" "Rob, relax! Have a drink. No need to get worked up." Ted brushed me off, her voice soothing yet frustrating. I was dumbstruck at the sight of my guy friend, now totally oblivious, settled into a body that was just so wrong, but also so right for him. Trying to fix the remote proved futile. My recklessness had permanently rearranged the bodies of everyone around me and only I knew the reality. I was left alone with the knowledge of the world that was – and the world that now is. "Insane," I muttered, staring at the shattered reality remote. "This thing... is really insane."
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