The Chaotic Chaos Machine
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Title: The Chaotic Chaos Machine
Bob Zimmerman had a PhD in Thrillology, a degree he'd invented and awarded to himself in the secret basement lab of their suburban home. His latest invention was a machine designed to read brainwaves. He'd used every available square inch of the basement - a massive antenna, a chrome-plated console, and an adjustable metallic chair with attached electrodes.
Donna Zimmerman, a vivacious redhead with a figure that could make Marilyn Monroe self-conscious, a devoted wife, and the inventor of the term 'undying support', was excited to help her husband with this invention.
On testing day, Donna looked around at her eager family. She adjusted herself in the metallic chair and said, with a movie star smile, "Bob honey, just try not to fry my brain, okay?"
"No guarantees, babe," Bob quipped, and flicked the lever.
There was an electric hum, a flash of light, then a massive booming sound. When the smoke cleared, Donna stood up, looking dazed but unhurt. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers and called out, "James, get the football. It's game time!"
Everyone else in the room gaped. Donna was mirroring her athletic son, James. Later, when they gathered around the TV to watch Sunday’s football game, Donna hoisted a can of beer, commenting on the referee's blindness and comparing the size of local sideline reporter Jessica Munroe's chest to her own.
The next day, things took a turn for the weirder when Donna entered the room holding a video game controller, a furrowed brow on her face. "Who's up for some Call of Duty?" she asked, using video game slang as if she'd carved them into the rosetta stone.
Her other son, Jake, stared at her in wonder. "Mom, you usually yell at me for wasting time on this game!"
"Not today, loser!" She said, and plopped herself on the sofa, thumbs flying over the buttons as she mowed down enemies.
Over the next few weeks, Donna continued to embody the personalities of family members from the sport-obsessed James to the video game-loving Jake, and occasionally, she'd even bustle around the kitchen and recite recipes, channeling her very own mother.
"I'm really sorry, babe." Bob groaned one day, his head in his hands.
Donna, who was currently acting like James, looked over at him from her baseball catch. "No problem, bro. Just remember it's your turn to test next."
At this news, the whole family burst into laughter, and despite the ridiculously crazy circumstances, they were closer than ever. Happy, in an absolutely laughably nutty kind of way.
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 Chaotic Chaos Machine Bob Zimmerman had a PhD in Thrillology, a degree he'd invented and awarded to himself in the secret basement lab of their suburban home. His latest invention was a machine designed to read brainwaves. He'd used every available square inch of the basement - a massive antenna, a chrome-plated console, and an adjustable metallic chair with attached electrodes. Donna Zimmerman, a vivacious redhead with a figure that could make Marilyn Monroe self-conscious, a devoted wife, and the inventor of the term 'undying support', was excited to help her husband with this invention. On testing day, Donna looked around at her eager family. She adjusted herself in the metallic chair and said, with a movie star smile, "Bob honey, just try not to fry my brain, okay?" "No guarantees, babe," Bob quipped, and flicked the lever. There was an electric hum, a flash of light, then a massive booming sound. When the smoke cleared, Donna stood up, looking dazed but unhurt. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers and called out, "James, get the football. It's game time!" Everyone else in the room gaped. Donna was mirroring her athletic son, James. Later, when they gathered around the TV to watch Sunday’s football game, Donna hoisted a can of beer, commenting on the referee's blindness and comparing the size of local sideline reporter Jessica Munroe's chest to her own. The next day, things took a turn for the weirder when Donna entered the room holding a video game controller, a furrowed brow on her face. "Who's up for some Call of Duty?" she asked, using video game slang as if she'd carved them into the rosetta stone. Her other son, Jake, stared at her in wonder. "Mom, you usually yell at me for wasting time on this game!" "Not today, loser!" She said, and plopped herself on the sofa, thumbs flying over the buttons as she mowed down enemies. Over the next few weeks, Donna continued to embody the personalities of family members from the sport-obsessed James to the video game-loving Jake, and occasionally, she'd even bustle around the kitchen and recite recipes, channeling her very own mother. "I'm really sorry, babe." Bob groaned one day, his head in his hands. Donna, who was currently acting like James, looked over at him from her baseball catch. "No problem, bro. Just remember it's your turn to test next." At this news, the whole family burst into laughter, and despite the ridiculously crazy circumstances, they were closer than ever. Happy, in an absolutely laughably nutty kind of way.
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