"Do you really need to stick...ummm...that...there?" you ask, a twinge of fear lacing your voice. The clinical white of the government's laboratory is a stark contrast to the chaos outside. You watch as a scientist preps a monstrous needle, not unlike a harpoon, moments before poking it into your arm.
"It’s the only way to administer the growth serum," Dr. Yamada replies as she adjusts her glasses, no emotion on her face. "It’s either this or let Godzilla continue its rampage."
Swallowing thickly, you nod, feeling the cold metal pierce your skin. A rush of warmth floods your body as the serum takes effect. Your vision blurs, the world expanding or shrinking—you can’t tell which—before everything snaps into hyper-clarity.
Only seconds pass, but when your senses return, you are no longer in the lab. Or rather, the lab is now a miniature, dwarfed by your colossal form. Your clothes have somehow grown with you, stretching to fit your new body.
You step outside the facility, the ground trembling with each massive footfall.
"Can you hear me?" Dr. Yamada’s voice crackles through an earpiece in your ear, somehow still tiny and intact.
"Yeah, I hear you," your voice rumbles, shaking the very air around you.
"Good. Your mission is simple: Hold Godzilla off long enough for our team to inject it with the blood coagulant. Avoid collateral damage as much as possible." She doesn’t have to add that last part—but she does anyway.
Your eyes scan the devastated city. Skyscrapers crumble, some from Godzilla's rampage, others from your sheer presence. Then, there it is: Godzilla, towering above the cityscape, a perverse monument to nuclear folly, its skin a tapestry of agony and mutation.
Godzilla turns, its small, white eyes locking onto you. There’s no sense of recognition or challenge in its stare—just a detached emptiness.
Taking a deep breath, you step forward. "Alright, big guy," you mutter, "let's dance."
The first clash is a shockwave, debris flying in all directions. You feel the immense force behind Godzilla’s swipe, but you counter with a punch that sends ripples through its grotesque flesh.
A quick thought, and your mouth opens, a searing beam of bluish-white atomic breath piercing the space between you and Godzilla. It screeches, a noise that pierces the heavens, and retaliates with its thin, lethally precise beam of atomic energy. You can feel the heat, the intensity, but it does nothing to you—your titan body shrugs it off.
"Use your atomic breath sparingly," Dr. Yamada advises, "You have limits."
"Damn it," you think, already feeling some fatigue. Switching tactics, you tackle Godzilla, both of you tumbling through a series of office buildings. Dust and shards of glass scatter as the two titans crash and grapple. You give Godzilla a knee to the abdomen, pouring all your new-found strength into every hit, but it resists with sheer, unyielding brutality.
In the distance, the squadron of workers preps the tankers of blood coagulant. They move carefully, waiting for the right moment.
You catch a glimpse of a tanker and recalibrate your approach. Grabbing Godzilla by the tail, you swing it around, aiming for an exposed section of concrete, hoping to immobilize it long enough for the squadron to act. The impact is seismic, but Godzilla is far from finished. It raises itself, that agonizingly wide jaw releasing another breath of destructive energy, but you swiftly absorb it, channeling it back into a spiraling heat ray that scorches the very air.
A massive tidal wave crashes against the shore, ripples from your battle in the water as you drive Godzilla closer to the ocean, thinking to use water's natural resistance to your advantage. Its tail thrashes wildly, nearly knocking you off balance, but you hold firm.
"Ready the coagulant tankers!" you shout, the earth shaking as Godzilla momentarily collapses. The workers rush in, spraying the coagulant directly into its gaping maw. Godzilla writhes, a guttural moan echoing through the ruins of the city, but you hold it steady, your immense strength keeping it from thrashing free.
"Keep at it!" you command, feeling Godzilla's struggles lessen under the bombardment. Its glowing eyes dim, the energy in its body reaching a critical low. Godzilla slumps further, the coagulant slowly taking effect.
For the first time, there’s a flicker in its dead eyes—perhaps an unconscious acknowledgement. Its form shivers, every mutation it carries a testament to its suffering, and then, stillness.
"Is it... over?" you murmur, not daring to believe it.
"Yes," Dr. Yamada’s voice is filled with awe. "You did it. We did it."
Standing amidst the shattered remnants of Tokyo, you look at the defeated titan. The government's experiments have turned you into a hero of sorts, but looking at Godzilla, all you can feel is a deep, unsettling pity. It’s no mindless monster—it’s a creature of unimaginable torment.
As the world settles around you, you feel the serum's effects waning, your body gradually shrinking back to its original size. You look at the giant beast one last time, realizing that there are no real victors in this battle, only survivors.
After all, isn’t survival the true measure of every fight?
---
The smell of antiseptic is almost comforting now as you return to the lab. Dr. Yamada meets your gaze with a rare smile.
"You did well," she says simply. "You gave humanity a fighting chance."
"Just an average citizen turned titan for a day," you reply, wondering if the world will ever be truly safe. But for now, you’ve done enough to see another tomorrow. And perhaps, that’s the most anyone can hope for.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli2 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.
Prompt: Write the POV story of the average/normal 5.6-6 foot tall human civilian (no weapons, super powers, insane fighting abilities, nor having intelligence that is above average, since the human reader is simply normal) fighting against Shin Godzilla (the main antagonist from the 2016 title movie Shin Godzilla). The human reader would willingly be experimented by the government to help (even if temporarily) defeat Godzilla (who is 118 meters tall or 389 feet tall in its final form), the human reader would experience growth to being almost 400 feet tall (within just a few seconds), while having the exact same appearance as his/her normal size (as well as the clothes growing to fit his kaiju-sized body), to help him/her be able to fight Shin Godzilla (who is simply called Godzilla in this story). Although exactly the same appearance as his/her normal self, the human reader would be completely immune to radiation (since he/she is kaiju-sized) and would be strong as he/she is basically a titan, as well as having kaiju abilities without radiation (including non-radioactive atomic breath (which reaches temperatures of 500,000 degrees Celsius and can melt through almost any structure or enemy), spiral heat ray, immense strength, durability, extreme temperature resistance, healing factor, tidal wave generation (only in water), energy absorption and projection, extrasensory awareness, and thermal vision), allowing him/her to be able to fight back against Shin Godzilla. The human reader (in this story) is able to instantly shift between his/her normal size form and a kaiju-sized form. The reader would also team up with the squadron of workers who, in the tankers full of blood coagulant drugs, attempt to inject Godzilla with a blood coagulant drugs by spraying them through its mouth to help freeze up Godzilla. Here is Shin Godzilla's appearance; Godzilla's appearance changes multiple times throughout the film due to the creature's incredible evolutionary capacity. The first form only shows its tail during the beginning of the movie. It's large, and very much resembles the second form's tail in regards to aesthetic, being yellow-hued, with a frayed end. The first form did not have the physical nor physiological conditions to withstand being on land as many sea creatures are often crushed by their weight if they even attempt to make landfall, including mammals such as whales. The first form's tail had a great amount of mobility, swinging around and toppling nearby boats. The second form is very much reminiscent of a moray eel or frilled shark, having a long body, neck, and tail, while also possessing stubby, undeveloped hind legs for land movement, and stubs on its chest that are shown to be underdeveloped arms. Unlike Godzilla's later forms, this form possesses a sickly yellow complexion, with red, exposed muscle on its back and shark-like gills that frequently bleed, showing that it struggles to breathe outside the water. The dorsal plates of this design are underdeveloped, much like its other body parts. The eyes of this design are also very large compared to its body, almost resembling that of the colossal or giant squid in appearance. Being too weak to stand up, it moves by wriggling on its belly, pushing itself forward with its stubby hind legs and thrashing its tail. The third form of Godzilla is very much like traditional incarnations in regards to appearance. This form is bipedal, with stronger, more developed hind limbs and the ability to assume a stance much like modern Godzilla possesses small forelimbs and a long neck compared to its body. Unlike his second form, which possesses a sickly yellow skin tone, the change in appearance for this form altered the skin tone of Godzilla to a dark orangey-red, with exposed muscle changing from a red, to a glowing orange. The scutes or ostoderms of the design also become more defined and larger with this evolution. In this form, heat can be visibly seen from its dorsal plates, meaning its mutation consumed much energy and produced a lot of heat. Its gills also have shrunk and closed up, suggesting that this form has now adapted to breathe on land. Despite being bipedal, its legs had not fully developed, causing its legs to noticeably shake as it struggled to not to fall while it was walking. However, its legs were enhanced enough to allow it to move fast enough to run, compared to the second form's slithering and the third form's initial stumbling. When it started to overheat, it reverted to the stance of its second form to more quickly retreat to the ocean. The fourth and final form of Godzilla is very much akin to other traditional designs, being fully bipedal, with a fully developed row of dorsal spines, and a much taller height in comparison to his prior form. The shade of skin for this form is a much darker black color, with red, glowing highlights around exposed areas of the body, such as his neck, back, and legs. This form's head possesses no cheeks or lips, and multiple rows of jagged, gnarled, and deformed teeth which protrude in and out of the skin around its mouth, a pronounced nose with large round nostrils, small white, seemingly-lidless eyes and a jawline that extends widely to the sides of its head. Additionally, the eyes have a brille, a protective lens, in place of traditional eyelids that can protect its eyes from harm. The brille is strong enough to resist bombs being dropped on its face. Its lower jaw is similar to that of a snake, granting the fourth form of Godzilla to open its mouth to more than a terrifying 90 degrees is also able to split open when Godzilla uses its "Compressed Atomic Heat Ray" during the movie. Adding to the differences is its arm to body ratio, with small arms that barely reach out past its chest and remain mostly immobile in the movie, bar a few movements from its fingers. Unlike most Godzillas in other Godzilla media, its tail is very long and consistently swings around and above its head. Inside its tail is a giant human-like skull. Its tail also happens to be where it spawns multiple copies of its next evolutionary form. Godzilla's atomic breath is very thin in comparison to other Godzilla incarnations which tend to be wide beams of concussive energy, with the same traits being passed onto its dorsal spines. Here is Shin Godzilla's personality; This Godzilla's personality is starkly different in regards to those coming before it, especially coming off the heels of Legendary's Godzilla. Rather than being openly heroic, antagonistic, or some shade of gray in between, Godzilla in this movie is outright detached from everything in the movie emotionally. Throughout the film and his raids on the multiple cities it travels through, Godzilla shambles forward slowly, but methodically, almost ignoring everything in its way, be it civilians, buildings, or the fire from a combined force of Japanese helicopters and tanks. With this, it shows no outright intentional hostile expressions. This Godzilla may be a mindless force of destruction, with no course of thought, emotion, or intent. Alternatively, it is also possible that it is in a constant state of pain, agony and suffering from its mutation and disfigurement, fitting the description that Godzilla "is equally a victim of the atomic bomb”. Possibly, Godzilla is suicidal and wants to die but as its body doesn't let him die it is in absolute agony. Godzilla's zombie-like demeanor is only broken when bunker busters dropped onto its back physically harm it, resulting in a focused and enraged reaction towards its attackers. The same expression of reaction is also present when Operation: Yashiori is enacted, where Godzilla reacts in this manner towards the force attacking it once more, ultimately leading to its defeat. Godzilla also displayed some intelligence as it reserved some energy to surprise attack the squadron of Japanese workers who attempt to inject it with a blood coagulant drug through its mouth (after Godzilla falls over and knocked out temporarily), but they wouldn't do this if Godzilla is active and moving around and only do it if Godzilla is not moving and/or if it is lying down and unconscious (after being beaten or temporarily knocked down by projectiles or attacks from a rival titan; in this case, the kaiju-sized human reader, although it would still get back up and fight at any moment). There should also be quotes from the human 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: "Do you really need to stick...ummm...that...there?" you ask, a twinge of fear lacing your voice. The clinical white of the government's laboratory is a stark contrast to the chaos outside. You watch as a scientist preps a monstrous needle, not unlike a harpoon, moments before poking it into your arm. "It’s the only way to administer the growth serum," Dr. Yamada replies as she adjusts her glasses, no emotion on her face. "It’s either this or let Godzilla continue its rampage." Swallowing thickly, you nod, feeling the cold metal pierce your skin. A rush of warmth floods your body as the serum takes effect. Your vision blurs, the world expanding or shrinking—you can’t tell which—before everything snaps into hyper-clarity. Only seconds pass, but when your senses return, you are no longer in the lab. Or rather, the lab is now a miniature, dwarfed by your colossal form. Your clothes have somehow grown with you, stretching to fit your new body. You step outside the facility, the ground trembling with each massive footfall. "Can you hear me?" Dr. Yamada’s voice crackles through an earpiece in your ear, somehow still tiny and intact. "Yeah, I hear you," your voice rumbles, shaking the very air around you. "Good. Your mission is simple: Hold Godzilla off long enough for our team to inject it with the blood coagulant. Avoid collateral damage as much as possible." She doesn’t have to add that last part—but she does anyway. Your eyes scan the devastated city. Skyscrapers crumble, some from Godzilla's rampage, others from your sheer presence. Then, there it is: Godzilla, towering above the cityscape, a perverse monument to nuclear folly, its skin a tapestry of agony and mutation. Godzilla turns, its small, white eyes locking onto you. There’s no sense of recognition or challenge in its stare—just a detached emptiness. Taking a deep breath, you step forward. "Alright, big guy," you mutter, "let's dance." The first clash is a shockwave, debris flying in all directions. You feel the immense force behind Godzilla’s swipe, but you counter with a punch that sends ripples through its grotesque flesh. A quick thought, and your mouth opens, a searing beam of bluish-white atomic breath piercing the space between you and Godzilla. It screeches, a noise that pierces the heavens, and retaliates with its thin, lethally precise beam of atomic energy. You can feel the heat, the intensity, but it does nothing to you—your titan body shrugs it off. "Use your atomic breath sparingly," Dr. Yamada advises, "You have limits." "Damn it," you think, already feeling some fatigue. Switching tactics, you tackle Godzilla, both of you tumbling through a series of office buildings. Dust and shards of glass scatter as the two titans crash and grapple. You give Godzilla a knee to the abdomen, pouring all your new-found strength into every hit, but it resists with sheer, unyielding brutality. In the distance, the squadron of workers preps the tankers of blood coagulant. They move carefully, waiting for the right moment. You catch a glimpse of a tanker and recalibrate your approach. Grabbing Godzilla by the tail, you swing it around, aiming for an exposed section of concrete, hoping to immobilize it long enough for the squadron to act. The impact is seismic, but Godzilla is far from finished. It raises itself, that agonizingly wide jaw releasing another breath of destructive energy, but you swiftly absorb it, channeling it back into a spiraling heat ray that scorches the very air. A massive tidal wave crashes against the shore, ripples from your battle in the water as you drive Godzilla closer to the ocean, thinking to use water's natural resistance to your advantage. Its tail thrashes wildly, nearly knocking you off balance, but you hold firm. "Ready the coagulant tankers!" you shout, the earth shaking as Godzilla momentarily collapses. The workers rush in, spraying the coagulant directly into its gaping maw. Godzilla writhes, a guttural moan echoing through the ruins of the city, but you hold it steady, your immense strength keeping it from thrashing free. "Keep at it!" you command, feeling Godzilla's struggles lessen under the bombardment. Its glowing eyes dim, the energy in its body reaching a critical low. Godzilla slumps further, the coagulant slowly taking effect. For the first time, there’s a flicker in its dead eyes—perhaps an unconscious acknowledgement. Its form shivers, every mutation it carries a testament to its suffering, and then, stillness. "Is it... over?" you murmur, not daring to believe it. "Yes," Dr. Yamada’s voice is filled with awe. "You did it. We did it." Standing amidst the shattered remnants of Tokyo, you look at the defeated titan. The government's experiments have turned you into a hero of sorts, but looking at Godzilla, all you can feel is a deep, unsettling pity. It’s no mindless monster—it’s a creature of unimaginable torment. As the world settles around you, you feel the serum's effects waning, your body gradually shrinking back to its original size. You look at the giant beast one last time, realizing that there are no real victors in this battle, only survivors. After all, isn’t survival the true measure of every fight? --- The smell of antiseptic is almost comforting now as you return to the lab. Dr. Yamada meets your gaze with a rare smile. "You did well," she says simply. "You gave humanity a fighting chance." "Just an average citizen turned titan for a day," you reply, wondering if the world will ever be truly safe. But for now, you’ve done enough to see another tomorrow. And perhaps, that’s the most anyone can hope for.
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