The Reality Remote Rupture
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Title: The Reality Remote Rupture
It had all started at the pool party at my friend, Tom's house. Tom was a tall, skinny kid with messy brown hair and large round glasses that seemed perpetually perched on the tip of his nose. Now, with the last fragments of the reality remote in my hand, I let out a deep sigh, glancing at Tom who was now touching up her lipstick in a shiny, red-headed MILF reflection. The reality remote was no more.
"Tom, you look...well, fabulous," I said, hardly being able to cover the shock in my voice.
"Why, thank you, darling," Tom replied, looking at me through the reflection. "I just found the perfect shade of lipstick that suits my complexion. Isn’t it divine?"
"Yes, it’s...divine," I stammered, my mind swirling in confusion. This wasn't right!
"Tom, don't you remember? You were... a guy just a moment ago!" I blurted out.
Tom blinked, clearly taken aback. "What are you talking about? I've always been this fabulous darling," Tom replied, showing off her curvy figure in an alluring pose.
“No, you haven’t, Tom!” I protested, “Remember, you’re not a redheaded MILF!”
“Darling, I think you’ve had a little too much sun,” Tom said, dismissing my accusation with the wave of a perfectly manicured hand.
I sat back, defeated. I looked at the remains of the reality remote in my hand, realizing the full extent of the damage I had caused. People were chatting, laughing, swimming – utterly oblivious to the body-swap that just happened.
Suddenly, my eyes landed on Kyle, the nerdy guy who worshipped technology more than anyone I knew. He was now wearing a red, slinky dress, his previous persona, a voluptuous vixen, presumably nestled in a body elsewhere in the crowd. Maybe, if I explained everything, he could help me fix the remote?
“Hey, Kyle?” I began, “I need your help with something…”
From the conversation around failed attempts to restore the remote, to befuddled exchanges trying to make people aware of their sudden transformation, the poolside was filled with confused chatter and desperate help-seeking. However, as reality dictated, everyone remained trapped in bodies that they believed had always been theirs.
In the end, I was the only one who knew the truth, and the only one left with the burden of it. I had imagined how fun the reality remote might be, swapping bodies on a lark, yet never foreseeing the tremendous unrest it would cause when it shattered.
As I was left alone, dealing with a sea of oblivious transformations, I realized the magnitude of power the reality remote held, and the underlying dilemma of my newfound reality. The reality remote was indeed insane, a tool for capricious amusement turned into an instrument of unintentional chaos, leaving me stranded in a world full of misplaced identities.
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.
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. write a lot of dialogue
Response: Title: The Reality Remote Rupture It had all started at the pool party at my friend, Tom's house. Tom was a tall, skinny kid with messy brown hair and large round glasses that seemed perpetually perched on the tip of his nose. Now, with the last fragments of the reality remote in my hand, I let out a deep sigh, glancing at Tom who was now touching up her lipstick in a shiny, red-headed MILF reflection. The reality remote was no more. "Tom, you look...well, fabulous," I said, hardly being able to cover the shock in my voice. "Why, thank you, darling," Tom replied, looking at me through the reflection. "I just found the perfect shade of lipstick that suits my complexion. Isn’t it divine?" "Yes, it’s...divine," I stammered, my mind swirling in confusion. This wasn't right! "Tom, don't you remember? You were... a guy just a moment ago!" I blurted out. Tom blinked, clearly taken aback. "What are you talking about? I've always been this fabulous darling," Tom replied, showing off her curvy figure in an alluring pose. “No, you haven’t, Tom!” I protested, “Remember, you’re not a redheaded MILF!” “Darling, I think you’ve had a little too much sun,” Tom said, dismissing my accusation with the wave of a perfectly manicured hand. I sat back, defeated. I looked at the remains of the reality remote in my hand, realizing the full extent of the damage I had caused. People were chatting, laughing, swimming – utterly oblivious to the body-swap that just happened. Suddenly, my eyes landed on Kyle, the nerdy guy who worshipped technology more than anyone I knew. He was now wearing a red, slinky dress, his previous persona, a voluptuous vixen, presumably nestled in a body elsewhere in the crowd. Maybe, if I explained everything, he could help me fix the remote? “Hey, Kyle?” I began, “I need your help with something…” From the conversation around failed attempts to restore the remote, to befuddled exchanges trying to make people aware of their sudden transformation, the poolside was filled with confused chatter and desperate help-seeking. However, as reality dictated, everyone remained trapped in bodies that they believed had always been theirs. In the end, I was the only one who knew the truth, and the only one left with the burden of it. I had imagined how fun the reality remote might be, swapping bodies on a lark, yet never foreseeing the tremendous unrest it would cause when it shattered. As I was left alone, dealing with a sea of oblivious transformations, I realized the magnitude of power the reality remote held, and the underlying dilemma of my newfound reality. The reality remote was indeed insane, a tool for capricious amusement turned into an instrument of unintentional chaos, leaving me stranded in a world full of misplaced identities.
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