The Brainwaves Bungle
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Title: The Brainwaves Bungle
Nobody would argue that my father, Professor Pat Fitzpatrick, wasn't a mad scientist, but his brand of zany was generally harmless. That ended the fateful day he invented his Brainwave Receptor 3000.
My delightful, curvaceous mom with her fiery red hair had volunteered to be his test subject. Druida Fitzpatrick - the quintessential wife and mother - had always been game for my father’s antics.
Everyone in the family was gathered in the basement lab as my father flicked the toggle switch on his invention. There was a whirr, a sizzling sound, and then a tiny puff of smoke.
"Oh dear..." Mom's voice echoed ominously in the dimly lit basement.
My older brother, Conor, was the first to notice the change. We were out in the yard, and Mom suddenly punted a football at him, shouting, "Go long, Conny boy!”
The next day, while watching the Celtics game with Dad, we saw more changes. My mother, who rarely had any interest in sports, suddenly became an armchair referee.
“Are you blind? That was clearly a fowl,” Mom screamed, sounding disturbingly like Dad.
And then she dropped the bombshell. “See that sideline reporter, Pat? What do you think, are her boobs bigger than mine?" My dad choked on his beer, and I nearly died from embarrassment.
The next weird episode happened when I was setting up for a marathon Call of Duty session. Suddenly, Mom swooped in, yanking the controller out of my hands and launching into the most intense gaming session I've ever seen.
“Damn spawn campers! Get a life!” She snapped, brow furrowed in concentration. “Yeah, take that you noob! Head shot!”
She played like a savage warlord, accumulating kills and points at a breakneck pace. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever witnessed.
My father has tried to reverse the effects of the Brainwave Receptor 3000, but as of now, it seems the damage is irreversible. On the bright side, Mom seems to be enjoying incorporating all of our habits into her life.
Thus, the invention of a crazy scientist and a red-haired voluptuous woman's total willingness to indulge her loving husband led to the creation of Druida Fitzpatrick 2.0 – self-appointed football coach, sports commentator, and obsessive gamer — and undeniably, the most entertaining mom in the neighbourhood!
Life is quite a spectacle since Mom began channeling the various personality traits of us Fitzpatricks, and we can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
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.
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Prompt: Write a story with a lot of dialogue about my dad being a crazy scientist who invented a machine that was supposed to read brain waves. My curvy and voluptuous red headed mom said she would be willing to help him test it. She was always willing to help her husband out. When he flicked the switch everyone was in the room and something went wrong. Mom now had multiple personalities in her head, each personality was a different member of our family. At first she wanted to toss the ball around with my older brother and she was acting just like him. The next day she was watching a game with my dad and complaining about the refs they even talked about how big the sideline reporters boobs were and mom wondered who's were bigger between hers or the reporters. Then mom began to act like me she wanted to come up and play some Call Of Duty with me. She complained about spawn campers and was cussing at the screen and using video game lingo like Noob and head shot like she had been gaming her whole life.
Response: Title: The Brainwaves Bungle Nobody would argue that my father, Professor Pat Fitzpatrick, wasn't a mad scientist, but his brand of zany was generally harmless. That ended the fateful day he invented his Brainwave Receptor 3000. My delightful, curvaceous mom with her fiery red hair had volunteered to be his test subject. Druida Fitzpatrick - the quintessential wife and mother - had always been game for my father’s antics. Everyone in the family was gathered in the basement lab as my father flicked the toggle switch on his invention. There was a whirr, a sizzling sound, and then a tiny puff of smoke. "Oh dear..." Mom's voice echoed ominously in the dimly lit basement. My older brother, Conor, was the first to notice the change. We were out in the yard, and Mom suddenly punted a football at him, shouting, "Go long, Conny boy!” The next day, while watching the Celtics game with Dad, we saw more changes. My mother, who rarely had any interest in sports, suddenly became an armchair referee. “Are you blind? That was clearly a fowl,” Mom screamed, sounding disturbingly like Dad. And then she dropped the bombshell. “See that sideline reporter, Pat? What do you think, are her boobs bigger than mine?" My dad choked on his beer, and I nearly died from embarrassment. The next weird episode happened when I was setting up for a marathon Call of Duty session. Suddenly, Mom swooped in, yanking the controller out of my hands and launching into the most intense gaming session I've ever seen. “Damn spawn campers! Get a life!” She snapped, brow furrowed in concentration. “Yeah, take that you noob! Head shot!” She played like a savage warlord, accumulating kills and points at a breakneck pace. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever witnessed. My father has tried to reverse the effects of the Brainwave Receptor 3000, but as of now, it seems the damage is irreversible. On the bright side, Mom seems to be enjoying incorporating all of our habits into her life. Thus, the invention of a crazy scientist and a red-haired voluptuous woman's total willingness to indulge her loving husband led to the creation of Druida Fitzpatrick 2.0 – self-appointed football coach, sports commentator, and obsessive gamer — and undeniably, the most entertaining mom in the neighbourhood! Life is quite a spectacle since Mom began channeling the various personality traits of us Fitzpatricks, and we can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
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