Switched & Confused: The Reality Remote
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Title: Switched & Confused: The Reality Remote
Sometime last month, I found this peculiar device in the school's junk sale. It was a remote, having no mention its origin. It looked ordinary and antiquated, like the one we used to have for our old black and white television. But my gut consistently told me that there was more to it. At my investigation, I discovered that it was not an ordinary remote, but rather a "reality remote". It wasn't made for channel surfing, but for reality switching, for swapping bodies to be precise.
The remote left its targets completely oblivious to the change; all they would feel is if they had been themselves in this new body forever. The concept was blatantly fantastical, unbearably hilarious. So my first thought, naturally, was plotting to test it on Jake, my long-time roommate.
Jake was an eccentric sort; a nerdy college geek with arms like twigs and legs like uncooked spaghetti. His glasses were perpetually poised on his nose bridge, always entranced by classic editions of comic books or fingers dancing on the Playstation joystick. Our bond ran four years deep, surviving sleepless nights, finals week breakdowns, and communal batches of microwaved Spaghetti at our dorm room in Colorado University.
And testing material? None other than Mrs. White, our redheaded, bombshell English teacher. She made men and women alike sweat with her deep, sultry, voice and flaunting curvaceous persona. I remember eyes widening in the lecture hall as I zapped an unsuspecting Jake and Mrs. White with the remote. No sudden noises, no shivers, no flashy lights - just a simple press of a button and 'poof' Jake was now a busty redhead who shimmered in tight skirts.
The effect was instant, and my theory was proven right! Jake was none the wiser. He still acted like the same old nerd who got thrilled when he beat his high score in Call of Duty. But the appearance, it was just Mrs. White all over! The sight was so downright comical that I had occasional fits of laughter watching him complain about a broken nail while mashing the PlayStation joystick with his velvet gloved hand, all the while sporting that unconcerned innocent smile.
The reality remote brought me a level of enjoyment I'd never experienced before. What's next? The Principal and the lunch lady? Some basketball hunk and the tiny librarian? The possibilities seemed endless, and held promise of many more humorous exchanges like with good old Jake. This remote was, indeed, in every sense of the word- hilarious. That junk sale really came through, and it's clear, I was going to have to keep the reality remote under lock and key- this was just too good to share.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: write a story about when I found a reality remote which is a remote that can switch people's bodies but leaves them unaware and makes them think they have always had their new body. I knew I needed to test it on my buddy Jake. Jake is a typical nerdy college guy; he has lanky arms and skinny legs. But me and him had been roommates for all four years here at Colorado university. When I saw Mrs. White a hot and busty redheaded English teacher here at our school I zapped her and Jake with the remote. Now Jake still acts like the same nerd he's always been, but he had Mrs. Whites curvaceous and busty body. He is asking if I want to play a round of Call of Duty with him on PlayStation right now but he's complaining about a broken nail from the joystick. This remote is hilarious.
Response: Title: Switched & Confused: The Reality Remote Sometime last month, I found this peculiar device in the school's junk sale. It was a remote, having no mention its origin. It looked ordinary and antiquated, like the one we used to have for our old black and white television. But my gut consistently told me that there was more to it. At my investigation, I discovered that it was not an ordinary remote, but rather a "reality remote". It wasn't made for channel surfing, but for reality switching, for swapping bodies to be precise. The remote left its targets completely oblivious to the change; all they would feel is if they had been themselves in this new body forever. The concept was blatantly fantastical, unbearably hilarious. So my first thought, naturally, was plotting to test it on Jake, my long-time roommate. Jake was an eccentric sort; a nerdy college geek with arms like twigs and legs like uncooked spaghetti. His glasses were perpetually poised on his nose bridge, always entranced by classic editions of comic books or fingers dancing on the Playstation joystick. Our bond ran four years deep, surviving sleepless nights, finals week breakdowns, and communal batches of microwaved Spaghetti at our dorm room in Colorado University. And testing material? None other than Mrs. White, our redheaded, bombshell English teacher. She made men and women alike sweat with her deep, sultry, voice and flaunting curvaceous persona. I remember eyes widening in the lecture hall as I zapped an unsuspecting Jake and Mrs. White with the remote. No sudden noises, no shivers, no flashy lights - just a simple press of a button and 'poof' Jake was now a busty redhead who shimmered in tight skirts. The effect was instant, and my theory was proven right! Jake was none the wiser. He still acted like the same old nerd who got thrilled when he beat his high score in Call of Duty. But the appearance, it was just Mrs. White all over! The sight was so downright comical that I had occasional fits of laughter watching him complain about a broken nail while mashing the PlayStation joystick with his velvet gloved hand, all the while sporting that unconcerned innocent smile. The reality remote brought me a level of enjoyment I'd never experienced before. What's next? The Principal and the lunch lady? Some basketball hunk and the tiny librarian? The possibilities seemed endless, and held promise of many more humorous exchanges like with good old Jake. This remote was, indeed, in every sense of the word- hilarious. That junk sale really came through, and it's clear, I was going to have to keep the reality remote under lock and key- this was just too good to share.
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