The Internet

Log In or Register

Write (with AI)

"Forgotten Agent: Rise of Vortex"

Bookmark
2 Points
None
2
None
2

As you navigate through the daily grind, a familiar weariness begins to creep in. Deciding to lie down for a moment, you drift swiftly into a deep, dreamless sleep. Upon waking, you're no longer in your bedroom, but standing in a futuristic high-tech facility, straight out of a sci-fi spy movie. Towers of transparent screens, sleek metal surfaces, and the low hum of advanced machinery greet your disbelieving eyes.

Your heartbeat quickens. "Where... am I?" you whisper to no one in particular.

A synthesized voice echoes through the room, omnipresent and mechanical. "Welcome back, Agent Vortex."

Shivers crawl down your spine. "Agent? No, I'm... I'm not an agent! Just a regular person!" Panic rises in your voice.

"You are mistaken," the AI voice responds with calm finality. “You are Agent Vortex.” Before you can protest further, you hear a whooshing noise and see a small high-tech syringe hovering in mid-air, inches from your skin. Without warning, it plunges into your arm, and instantaneously, you feel a burning sensation coursing through your veins.

Your body reacts violently to the foreign substance, your muscles tightening and bones rearranging. You feel yourself stretching taller until you stand a solid six feet high. If you were a woman before, your breasts flatten, your throat expands, and your privates shift and change, molding into a form you never imagined your body would take. It’s terrifying, but it isn’t over.

"What's happening to me?" you gasp, clutching at your suddenly uncomfortable clothes. They begin to disintegrate, morphing into a sleek, asymmetrical gray suit with white trim. Bands of white and yellow buttons form at your sides, and the outfit culminates in black undersuits with silver accents and yellow-toed high-heeled boots. The look is completed by white gloves and a black-rimmed pair of glasses balanced on your nose, clarifying your suddenly nearsighted vision.

Your mind screams against the changes. "This... this isn't me! I'm not an agent!"

The synthesized voice seems almost patient. "It is time you remembered, Agent Vortex. The injections are restoring your true self." Memories bombard your mind—missions accomplished, countless lives saved, villains thwarted by your hand. You struggle, grasping at the fading shreds of your former identity, but it’s like trying to hold water in a sieve.

"Stop it! Please, I don’t want this!" you cry, clutching your head as if you can manually push the invading thoughts away.

"Your previous self was a fabrication, a cover to protect you and classified information. You are the world's top secret agent, and it needs you."

The finality of the statement crushes you beneath its weight, and reality solidifies around the newly awakened memories. The anguish fades, replaced by a cold, hard certainty. You feel the ease with which your newly strengthened body moves, the flood of information about spy tactics, advanced vehicle and gadget operations.

You straighten up, feeling a foreign yet familiar confidence. "I am Agent Vortex," you whisper, incredulous and yet absolutely certain. Your mind is a fortress of efficiency and strategy, and you can clearly recall your true life's work and mission. The notion of your previous "life" as a regular person dissolves completely.

As you step out of the high-tech room, you nod at the agents who pass by, recognizing faces and names. One particularly close comrade, Agent Shadow, meets your gaze and gives you a firm nod in acknowledgement.

“Vortex,” he says with a smirk, “glad to have you back. Ready for the briefing?”

You nod somberly, adjusting your glasses. “Always.”

Reunited with your team, you stride confidently towards the briefing room. The mnemonic locks click open, and the sleek, high-tech motorbikes glint in the light. Each agent outfits himself in a nearly identical yet personalized uniform, fitting perfectly into the grand mosaic of this paramount agency.

Agent Lumina, with her strategic genius, nods at you as she adjusts her high-tech visor. “We’ve got a new objective. Are you and your vehicles ready?”

“Always,” you repeat. “Let’s move out.”

With a graceful leap, you mount your futuristic motorbike, your helmet’s visor flashing data across its screen. The world may never know your real name or the countless times you've saved it, but as Agent Vortex, you will stop at nothing to protect it with every high-tech tool, skilled maneuver, and unfailing mastery at your disposal.

The engines roar to life, and you lead your team out into the night, ready for whatever villainy awaits. You are the world's unnoticed guardian—a secret agent, always and forever.

This story was generated by user LazyUsername1 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 POV transformation story of the human turning into a secret agent (who is also a human), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), clothes change (the person's clothes instantly transforming into an agent's outfit), age change (the person becomes older or younger, depending on his/her age), height change (becoming 6 feet tall), reality change (the person's reality being changed until he is in a high-tech secret agency facility, which the agent that the person has turned into always worked for), and mind/mental change (with the person's memories and personality being completely replaced by those of an agent (which realized is his true self), despite his best efforts on fighting them off and despite his efforts on keeping his memories and personality, making him realize that he was and always had been a secret agent who has saved the world countless times, and his name has always been a top secret to the public due to him being a secret agent). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the agent's appearance, he is a tall young adult man of up to 6 feet tall and has a strong, fast-moving, agile, athletic body, perfect for spying missions and stealth missions (as well as being capable of fighting well and running fast). His face is handsome with the irises of his eyes being blue in color; he is nearsighted, but he wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses over his eyes (he wears his glasses to help him see). The tone of his skin is of a pale-tan color as his light brown hair is long and reaches all the way down to his lower shoulders. asymmetrical gray (with white trim) inspired uniform (which resembles a suit of an Eggman Empire worker of that Sonic series) resembling a tailcoat or dress. Two white segmented bands run around the right side of his torso, ending in yellow buttons on his left side on both the front and back. The bottom of the jacket is skirt-like with white "coattails" hanging from the bottom segmented band. Additionally, he wears black one-piece undersuit/boots with long black sleeves, silver accents, high heels, and yellow toes that resembles cloven hooves of artiodactyl mammals. He wears white gloves with yellow cuffs. When riding on vehicles (such as his futuristic motorbike) or during some missions, he wears a gray motorbike helmet with white and yellow rims and a black futuristic visor (which completely obscures his face to others but still allowing him to see through the visor) to protect his eyes and to scan important information (for spying missions and others). For the agent's personality, he is smooth, suave, debonair, very skilled, fast/agile runner, and extremely intelligent (knowing how to use every available vehicle, device, etc, and is even capable of programming and hacking into all kind of devices effortlessly (since he's a technological genius), as well as being an agile and capable fighter (even knowing martial arts), all to help stop every villain, even technological ones). He handles the espionage with class and grace but he is not much of a people person, often choosing to work alone and rejecting assistance from anyone. It's also revealed that a lot of his mannerisms and refusal to be part of a team stem not from his sense of arrogance, but rather the feeling of remorse after seeing innocent people die in the line of duty because of his actions, and he doesn't want others to be endangered by becoming acquaintances with him. His time with his friends allowed him to overcome this, and he now sees them as invaluable allies and best friends. The story is that the human is minding his/her own business, but then he/she feels tired and falls asleep. After that, he/she finds himself/herself in a futuristic high-tech secret agency facility of some kind, resembling something from a sci-fi movie or a spy movie, filled with futuristic robotics, gadgets, motorbikes, and many more technologies for the agents to use during missions. Then the robotic synthesized voice (which is an AI program that is programmed throughout the facility) in the room (which the person is currently at) welcomes the person back with an agent name (which the person doesn't recognize yet until after his mind/mental changes occurs), making the person confused and scared, saying that he's/she's not an agent (not even having an agent name) but a regular person (but the synthesized AI voice tells him/her that he's/she's wrong and that he/she really is an agent), before the synthesized AI voice summons a high-tech syringe with an agent's modified DNA into the person's blood to help transform the person into the agent the world really needs (the synthesized AI voice confirms that injecting the agent's DNA will help the person regain his/her true self as an agent). The transformation occurs afterwards, causing his/her body change, gender change (if the person was a female, she becomes a he), clothes change (the person's clothes instantly transforming into an agent's outfit), eyesight change (losing clarity in eyesight due to his now-nearsighted eyes until a pair of black-rimmed glasses make him see great again), height change, and age change to fit who that person is always meant to be. The person is scared, but then the mind/mental change occurs, causing him to hold his head as an attempt to fight off the mind/mental changes, telling himself that he's just a regular person and not an agent, but to no avail. The synthesized AI voice tells him that he really is an agent and that his previous self was just a fake or a cover-up to protect classified information and, primarily, his true self or identity until he is needed to save the world again, in which his true self is a heroic secret agent, and the synthesized AI voice continues telling him of his true history and self (as well as telling him that the world needs him), forcing them into his changing mind to completely replace his false memories and personality. After all that, the newly-awakened secret agent realized that the synthesized AI voice has helped him remembered his true self and that he was always an agent (with himself being the best secret agent who has ever worked in the facility), remembering that he, alongside his friends (also agents), has helped saved lives and the world countless times against criminals and other villains. He woke up while still standing, he cannot remember his previous self or life (that's because it wasn't real and he knows that it never existed or happened), and the synthesized AI voice tells him that he had a momentary lapse but now he was back to his true self, the agent then realizes that he was daydreaming for some reason (which he never actually daydreams, which confuses the agent himself on why he daydreamed a moment ago), before he leaves the room, remembering that he had always been a secret agent. There should also be an epilogue, where he meets up with the other agents with their own secret agent names (who also wear similar, but not identical uniforms to what he wears), since he always meet up with them, having always used high-tech vehicles (such as motorbikes (the primary vehicle he uses, as long as he wears his motorbike helmet for safety reasons (he always wears his motorbike helmet before he drives the futuristic motorbike), as other secret agents of the facility do when they use their futuristic motorbikes), jetpacks, and others) to travel and having always used devices (robotics, gadgets, high-tech scanning watches, and others) against criminals and villains, and always having a victory in saving the world against threats. There should be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).

Response: As you navigate through the daily grind, a familiar weariness begins to creep in. Deciding to lie down for a moment, you drift swiftly into a deep, dreamless sleep. Upon waking, you're no longer in your bedroom, but standing in a futuristic high-tech facility, straight out of a sci-fi spy movie. Towers of transparent screens, sleek metal surfaces, and the low hum of advanced machinery greet your disbelieving eyes. Your heartbeat quickens. "Where... am I?" you whisper to no one in particular. A synthesized voice echoes through the room, omnipresent and mechanical. "Welcome back, Agent Vortex." Shivers crawl down your spine. "Agent? No, I'm... I'm not an agent! Just a regular person!" Panic rises in your voice. "You are mistaken," the AI voice responds with calm finality. “You are Agent Vortex.” Before you can protest further, you hear a whooshing noise and see a small high-tech syringe hovering in mid-air, inches from your skin. Without warning, it plunges into your arm, and instantaneously, you feel a burning sensation coursing through your veins. Your body reacts violently to the foreign substance, your muscles tightening and bones rearranging. You feel yourself stretching taller until you stand a solid six feet high. If you were a woman before, your breasts flatten, your throat expands, and your privates shift and change, molding into a form you never imagined your body would take. It’s terrifying, but it isn’t over. "What's happening to me?" you gasp, clutching at your suddenly uncomfortable clothes. They begin to disintegrate, morphing into a sleek, asymmetrical gray suit with white trim. Bands of white and yellow buttons form at your sides, and the outfit culminates in black undersuits with silver accents and yellow-toed high-heeled boots. The look is completed by white gloves and a black-rimmed pair of glasses balanced on your nose, clarifying your suddenly nearsighted vision. Your mind screams against the changes. "This... this isn't me! I'm not an agent!" The synthesized voice seems almost patient. "It is time you remembered, Agent Vortex. The injections are restoring your true self." Memories bombard your mind—missions accomplished, countless lives saved, villains thwarted by your hand. You struggle, grasping at the fading shreds of your former identity, but it’s like trying to hold water in a sieve. "Stop it! Please, I don’t want this!" you cry, clutching your head as if you can manually push the invading thoughts away. "Your previous self was a fabrication, a cover to protect you and classified information. You are the world's top secret agent, and it needs you." The finality of the statement crushes you beneath its weight, and reality solidifies around the newly awakened memories. The anguish fades, replaced by a cold, hard certainty. You feel the ease with which your newly strengthened body moves, the flood of information about spy tactics, advanced vehicle and gadget operations. You straighten up, feeling a foreign yet familiar confidence. "I am Agent Vortex," you whisper, incredulous and yet absolutely certain. Your mind is a fortress of efficiency and strategy, and you can clearly recall your true life's work and mission. The notion of your previous "life" as a regular person dissolves completely. As you step out of the high-tech room, you nod at the agents who pass by, recognizing faces and names. One particularly close comrade, Agent Shadow, meets your gaze and gives you a firm nod in acknowledgement. “Vortex,” he says with a smirk, “glad to have you back. Ready for the briefing?” You nod somberly, adjusting your glasses. “Always.” Reunited with your team, you stride confidently towards the briefing room. The mnemonic locks click open, and the sleek, high-tech motorbikes glint in the light. Each agent outfits himself in a nearly identical yet personalized uniform, fitting perfectly into the grand mosaic of this paramount agency. Agent Lumina, with her strategic genius, nods at you as she adjusts her high-tech visor. “We’ve got a new objective. Are you and your vehicles ready?” “Always,” you repeat. “Let’s move out.” With a graceful leap, you mount your futuristic motorbike, your helmet’s visor flashing data across its screen. The world may never know your real name or the countless times you've saved it, but as Agent Vortex, you will stop at nothing to protect it with every high-tech tool, skilled maneuver, and unfailing mastery at your disposal. The engines roar to life, and you lead your team out into the night, ready for whatever villainy awaits. You are the world's unnoticed guardian—a secret agent, always and forever.

Comment Section

Post your own comment: