The Muddled Mirrors of Reality
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Title: The Muddled Mirrors of Reality
"Hey, check this out!" I exclaimed, pulling out an odd-looking contraption from my pocket. The pool was bustling with people, oblivious to the storm that I was about to brew.
"What is it?" my buddy Mike asked through a mouthful of hot dog, eyebrows furrowed.
"This, my friend," I said, flourishing the remote, "is a reality remote."
Mike snorted. "Dude, you've been watching way too much sci-fi."
"No, seriously!" Insistence gave my voice a sharp edge. "Watch this." I aimed the remote at a muscular bodybuilder type and pressed a button. Instantly, he transformed into a petite, red-coloured woman in a bikini who continued basking in the sun as though nothing had changed.
Mike froze, jaw slack. "Did you... did you just...?"
I gave a triumphant smirk, but my triumph was short-lived. With a clumsy, butterfingered slip, the reality remote dropped and shattered on the concrete.
"No!" I cried in horror as a sudden pulse of energy radiated from the broken device, causing everyone in the vicinity to swap bodies.
In the scramble that followed, Mike turned into a voluptuous red-headed woman. She - well, he - raised an eyebrow at my wide-eyed panic.
"What's wrong, dude?" he asked, voice now a sultry contralto.
"The remote," I stuttered, "I b-broke it... and it swapped... everyone..."
Mike looked down at his body - at her body - and shrugged. "But why is that a problem? I've always had this body."
I spluttered, "But no, you're a guy! I mean, you were. You're supposed to be."
Mike - now a bombshell with beautifully cascading hair - tugged at her bikini top, adjusted it, and dove into the water. She swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out in one fluid motion, water rolling off her body.
"Dude, you're trippin'," she said, laughing. "I'm going to get some sun." She draped a towel over her lounge and reclined, soaking up the warm rays of summer - utterly, bewilderingly at ease.
"Mike!" I stammered, looking around frantically at a pool area filled with people behaving as though nothing unusual had occurred. A muscle-bound man walked past me, wearing a bikini and toting a beach bag with the utmost nonchalance.
"You okay?" he asked, looking me up and down as though he were sizing me up. He absent-mindedly brushed some long blond hair back from his face.
"Me? Oh, I'm...I'm fine," I responded, looking gawkily at him. "Do you notice anything...odd?"
The man glanced at himself and shrugged. "No, why? Is there something wrong with me?"
"No... Not at all," I sighed, truly feeling like I'd slipped into a new, utterly unreal version of reality. "It's just... never mind."
With a sinking heart, I took one last look at the shattered reality remote. And in that moment, I understood the enormity of what had been unleashed. Even amidst my deep, swelling regret, I couldn't help but marvellously wonder - what sort of power, what sort of magic, had I carelessly played with? I swore, at that moment, that I’d fix it all...somehow.
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 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: The Muddled Mirrors of Reality "Hey, check this out!" I exclaimed, pulling out an odd-looking contraption from my pocket. The pool was bustling with people, oblivious to the storm that I was about to brew. "What is it?" my buddy Mike asked through a mouthful of hot dog, eyebrows furrowed. "This, my friend," I said, flourishing the remote, "is a reality remote." Mike snorted. "Dude, you've been watching way too much sci-fi." "No, seriously!" Insistence gave my voice a sharp edge. "Watch this." I aimed the remote at a muscular bodybuilder type and pressed a button. Instantly, he transformed into a petite, red-coloured woman in a bikini who continued basking in the sun as though nothing had changed. Mike froze, jaw slack. "Did you... did you just...?" I gave a triumphant smirk, but my triumph was short-lived. With a clumsy, butterfingered slip, the reality remote dropped and shattered on the concrete. "No!" I cried in horror as a sudden pulse of energy radiated from the broken device, causing everyone in the vicinity to swap bodies. In the scramble that followed, Mike turned into a voluptuous red-headed woman. She - well, he - raised an eyebrow at my wide-eyed panic. "What's wrong, dude?" he asked, voice now a sultry contralto. "The remote," I stuttered, "I b-broke it... and it swapped... everyone..." Mike looked down at his body - at her body - and shrugged. "But why is that a problem? I've always had this body." I spluttered, "But no, you're a guy! I mean, you were. You're supposed to be." Mike - now a bombshell with beautifully cascading hair - tugged at her bikini top, adjusted it, and dove into the water. She swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out in one fluid motion, water rolling off her body. "Dude, you're trippin'," she said, laughing. "I'm going to get some sun." She draped a towel over her lounge and reclined, soaking up the warm rays of summer - utterly, bewilderingly at ease. "Mike!" I stammered, looking around frantically at a pool area filled with people behaving as though nothing unusual had occurred. A muscle-bound man walked past me, wearing a bikini and toting a beach bag with the utmost nonchalance. "You okay?" he asked, looking me up and down as though he were sizing me up. He absent-mindedly brushed some long blond hair back from his face. "Me? Oh, I'm...I'm fine," I responded, looking gawkily at him. "Do you notice anything...odd?" The man glanced at himself and shrugged. "No, why? Is there something wrong with me?" "No... Not at all," I sighed, truly feeling like I'd slipped into a new, utterly unreal version of reality. "It's just... never mind." With a sinking heart, I took one last look at the shattered reality remote. And in that moment, I understood the enormity of what had been unleashed. Even amidst my deep, swelling regret, I couldn't help but marvellously wonder - what sort of power, what sort of magic, had I carelessly played with? I swore, at that moment, that I’d fix it all...somehow.
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