The Reality Remote: Consequences of Change
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Title: The Reality Remote: Consequences of Change
"Isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen, Greg?" I chirped, holding up the peculiar device I'd found. It was just a plain television remote, but it was dubbed the "Reality Remote." To the eyes of an ordinary onlooker, it seemed like another universal remote, except for a small label on its back that claimed to shift realities.
"The name is intriguing, Ron," Greg grumbled. "But a remote that can swap realities, really?" His skepticism hung in the air as we sat by the poolside.
"Well, we'll never know until we try," I remarked, flipping the device to see its numerous buttons. Before I knew it, I'd pressed the one labeled 'Swap.' To my shock, the remote slipped from my hand, crashing onto the concrete and shattering.
In an instant, the world around us swirled into a hurricane of colors, and when it settled, everything seemed unchanged. Everyone was laughing, swimming and generally enjoying themselves. Same old, same old. Except for Greg. Instead of his lanky, brown-haired self, before my eyes stood a stunning, redheaded woman.
"Dude, you...you...you're a woman!" I stammered, pointing at Greg in disbelief.
"What are you going on about, Ron?" Greg asked, looking at me as though I were losing my mind. He dismissed my concerns and turned to adjust the feminine bathing suit he now wore.
Days passed, and I found myself helpless. Greg was now a woman and hadn't a clue about his transformation, wouldn’t have believed me even if I told him. I'd become that crazy friend with outrageous tales.
One morning, as I was smashing my frustration on another faulty repairing attempt of the Reality Remote, Greg walked into the room. He stirred his morning coffee, gently running his fingers through his fiery red hair.
"Ron, you’ve been jittery since that day at the pool. You really need to let it go," he said, unaware of his female voice. The sound only aggravated my frustration.
"But dude...I mean, lady...don’t you see what's happened to you?"
Greg sighed, exuding an air of disbelieved patience. "Ron, I have always been this way."
I could hardly contain my exasperation. The madness of this reality remote was relentless. To Greg, his history had been rewritten so entirely that being a red-haired woman was his norm. No matter how I tried to communicate the truth, Greg seemed to find it absurd.
As days turned into weeks, I was desperate. Remnants of the remote lay scattered on my workbench as I tried futilely again and again. Despite everything, I was determined, for the sake of my friend and those who were unknowingly trapped in alien identities.
And so, the tale of the Reality Remote endured. The remote that introduced an uncontrollable ripple in a once orderly world remained silent, its secrets sealed away. All I wondered as I tirelessly strived to restore the reality was, what happens when you press other buttons on this insane device?
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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AI Prompts
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.
Response: Title: The Reality Remote: Consequences of Change "Isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen, Greg?" I chirped, holding up the peculiar device I'd found. It was just a plain television remote, but it was dubbed the "Reality Remote." To the eyes of an ordinary onlooker, it seemed like another universal remote, except for a small label on its back that claimed to shift realities. "The name is intriguing, Ron," Greg grumbled. "But a remote that can swap realities, really?" His skepticism hung in the air as we sat by the poolside. "Well, we'll never know until we try," I remarked, flipping the device to see its numerous buttons. Before I knew it, I'd pressed the one labeled 'Swap.' To my shock, the remote slipped from my hand, crashing onto the concrete and shattering. In an instant, the world around us swirled into a hurricane of colors, and when it settled, everything seemed unchanged. Everyone was laughing, swimming and generally enjoying themselves. Same old, same old. Except for Greg. Instead of his lanky, brown-haired self, before my eyes stood a stunning, redheaded woman. "Dude, you...you...you're a woman!" I stammered, pointing at Greg in disbelief. "What are you going on about, Ron?" Greg asked, looking at me as though I were losing my mind. He dismissed my concerns and turned to adjust the feminine bathing suit he now wore. Days passed, and I found myself helpless. Greg was now a woman and hadn't a clue about his transformation, wouldn’t have believed me even if I told him. I'd become that crazy friend with outrageous tales. One morning, as I was smashing my frustration on another faulty repairing attempt of the Reality Remote, Greg walked into the room. He stirred his morning coffee, gently running his fingers through his fiery red hair. "Ron, you’ve been jittery since that day at the pool. You really need to let it go," he said, unaware of his female voice. The sound only aggravated my frustration. "But dude...I mean, lady...don’t you see what's happened to you?" Greg sighed, exuding an air of disbelieved patience. "Ron, I have always been this way." I could hardly contain my exasperation. The madness of this reality remote was relentless. To Greg, his history had been rewritten so entirely that being a red-haired woman was his norm. No matter how I tried to communicate the truth, Greg seemed to find it absurd. As days turned into weeks, I was desperate. Remnants of the remote lay scattered on my workbench as I tried futilely again and again. Despite everything, I was determined, for the sake of my friend and those who were unknowingly trapped in alien identities. And so, the tale of the Reality Remote endured. The remote that introduced an uncontrollable ripple in a once orderly world remained silent, its secrets sealed away. All I wondered as I tirelessly strived to restore the reality was, what happens when you press other buttons on this insane device?
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