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### The Echoes of Yesterday
#### Chapter 1: Shopping in Hopeless Times
Despite the quiet buzz of the fluorescent lights, the tension in the grocery store was palpable. Seven-year-old Ben clung to his mother’s hand, his heart pounding in sync with the alert announcements that echoed through the store’s PA system.
Ben, a fair-skinned boy with dirty blonde hair, was dressed in a blue T-shirt with a cartoon astronaut on it, faded blue jeans, and sneakers that blinked with each step. His wide blue eyes darted around, taking in the hastily emptied shelves and the hurried movements of other shoppers.
“Hold onto the cart, Benny,” his mom said tenderly, her voice a calm contrast to the chaos around. Her name was Alice; she was 36 years old, stood at 5'8", and weighed around 145 lbs. Alice’s strawberry blonde hair, cut in a short bob, swayed as she turned her head, her hazel eyes scanning for supplies. She wore a simple white blouse, light brown pants, and brown loafers. Despite the frenzied atmosphere, Alice’s composure offered a small respite.
Ben looked up at his mom and asked innocently, “Mommy, why are your feet so small? When I grow up, will my feet be that tiny?”
Alice let out a light-hearted laugh, shaking her head. “No, Benny. Since you’re a boy, your feet will grow very big. I guess they might be a size 10 or even larger when you’re older.”
They continued wearily grabbing food and supplies, adding them to their half-full cart. The store was sweltering, filled with frightened people hastily grabbing everything they could find while trying to maintain distant composure. It was the year 2020, and the world had been upended by a zombie pandemic.
As they moved towards the checkout, the air around them suddenly thickened. The sound of shuffling feet grew louder, and the unmistakable groans of the undead filled the air. In an instant, zombies began pouring into the grocery store, causing panic and chaos.
“Run, Ben!” Alice yelled, sprinting towards the exit. Ben's tiny legs churned as he struggled to keep up with his mother. They dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding other panicked shoppers and the slow-moving zombies.
Just when Ben thought they might make it out, a group of six Korean women appeared in their path. They were all dressed elegantly despite the chaos—each wore a light-colored chiffon blouse, tucked into knee-length skirts of varying rich, deep hues. Royal blue, emerald green, and burgundy dominated their skirts, and their sandals and shoes—platforms in various colors—clicked sharply against the cold tile floor.
The women—Hana, Mi-Yeon, Sora, Hae-Won, Jin-Sook, and the much older Min-Ji—moved swiftly, their short, styled hair bobbing with each step. Hana, the closest, wore a light pink blouse with an emerald green skirt, her platform sandals a glossy black. Her nails were painted a vivid red, catching the dim store light as they flashed about.
“Hana, 42, 5’6”, 130 lbs, from Busan, South Korea, shoe size 6.”
“Mi-Yeon, 40, 5’5”, 125 lbs, from Seoul, South Korea, shoe size 6.5.”
“Sora, 35, 5’4”, 120 lbs, from Los Angeles, CA, USA, shoe size 6.”
“Hae-Won, 38, 5’3”, 118 lbs, from Seoul, South Korea, shoe size 6.”
“Jin-Sook, 45, 5’2”, 115 lbs, from New York City, NY, USA, shoe size 5.5.”
“Min-Ji, 52, 5’1”, 110 lbs, from Daegu, South Korea, shoe size 5.”
Min-Ji, the oldest, noticed Ben first. She spoke hurriedly in Korean and reached out to grab him. Terrified, Ben tried to avoid her, but her grip was firm. He felt dizzy; darkness whispered at the edges of his vision, and then everything went black.
#### Chapter 2: The Other Side of Reality
When Ben opened his eyes, he felt disoriented. The world seemed taller, and as he moved to stand, he noticed something deeply unsettling. Glancing down, he saw that his small feet were now encased in glossy black platform sandals. His own faded jeans and blinking sneakers were gone, replaced by a light pink blouse and an emerald green knee-length skirt—the same outfit Hana had been wearing. His skin was no longer pale but had a fair, golden tint.
"Mommy?!” he cried out, his voice high-pitched and strange. “I wan' mah-meee!" he meant to say, "Mommy, where are you?! I want you now!" but the words came out garbled in an unfamiliar accent.
Panic overtook him. The clothes clung to him uncomfortably, the skirt restricting his movements. He looked for his mother but she was gone. Desperate, he tried to run, but stumbled awkwardly in the new footwear. A whimper escaped his lips—a girlish cry that made him gag in disgust. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the nightmare to end.
“I wanna gow home! I wan' mah-meee!” he sobbed, unable to bear the sound of his girly voice.
Ben cried as he touched his new face, tracing the almond-shaped eyes with slim fingers. They were nothing like his own wide eyes nor his mother's. He tried blinking them back to normal, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows, but nothing worked.
He fiddled with his short hair, the polished nails on his fingers catching the dim light. The hair resisted every attempt to revert to its boyish style. Frustrated, he tugged at the blouse and skirt, trying different ways to remove them. He yanked at the sleeves, twisted the waistline, and pulled from the neck—all to no avail.
Defeated, he sat down, eyeing the sandals. He tried to slide them off—tugging at the straps, prying at the sole with his new nails, even banging the heel against the floor. But they remained firmly on his feet.
His tiny female feet now appeared even smaller than his mother’s. "I'm gonna have girl feets an' talk like dis funny lady for-ever," he lamented, yet again struggling with his words.
Ben noticed the jewelry Hana had been wearing—a necklace, earrings, bracelets, and rings. He frantically tried to remove them, but each attempt ended fruitlessly. The necklace’s clasp was too small for his trembling fingers. The earrings seemed fused to his ears. The bracelets wouldn’t slide over his new hands, and the rings were as stubborn as everything else.
“I'm scared!” he cried out in broken English, his voice trembling and unrecognizable. He shut his eyes tight in fear and frustration, feeling utterly helpless.
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That was when the five other women found him. They grabbed his hands, leading him back through the store. One of them, Mi-Yeon, sighed in exasperation. “Hana, why did you wander off? You’ve been a stylist for 20 years, you should know better,” she scolded in Korean.
Another, Jin-Sook, chimed in. “Hana, at 42, you know you have a family to take care of. Be more careful!” They spoke in quick, crisp Korean, which Ben didn’t understand at all. He struggled to break free but their grip tightened.
The women guided him out to the parking lot, which stood eerily empty under the dim sky. Panic consumed Ben as he squeezed his eyes shut, desperately hoping the nightmare would end.
#### Chapter 3: The Long Road Back
Trapped in Hana’s body, Ben’s cries for his mother echoed in the empty parking lot. The platform sandals’ relentless grip on his feet, the dainty clothing, and the painted nails—all felt like shackles, tying him to a nightmare that wouldn’t release him. Tears streamed down his face as the women held his hands, leading him into an uncertain future.
As the figures of the five women melded into one hazy blur, Ben felt the grip of his transformed reality tighten around his innocent heart. He clung to the hope that, somewhere, his mother was searching for him.
"Mommy, I’ll find you," he whispered, the words emerging in the unfamiliar, broken English that was now his voice. But deep inside, the essence of little Ben—a seven-year-old boy lost in a grown-up world—not only remained, but began to steel itself against the relentless tide.
And so, amid the chaos of a world gone mad, young Ben embarked on a journey, not just to survive, but to reclaim his true self.
This story was generated by user manemansteve 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: A long and thorough and detailed story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Ben with a description of what he's wearing and his race being white and have him be shopping with his mom in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Include his mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color, and her shoe size mentioned. Have Ben make a comment about his mom's feet being small for a grown up and have it be in quoted text asking if his feet were gonna be that tiny when he grew up in an innocent voice and spell words wrong showing what he wanted to say versus what he said in his little kid voice. Have his mom laugh and say no and have it be in quoted text saying since he's a boy and not a girl his feet should grow very big and have her guess what size his feet will be when he's older. Have them be wearily grabbing food and supplies putting it in the cart when zombies started pouring in to the grocery store. Have his mom start running with him following close behind. Have 6 Korean women appear wearing blouses and skirts with detailed descriptions of the colors and types of blouses and skirts and have all be wearing platform sandals and platform shoes with detailed descriptions of the colors of the platform sandals and platform shoes and have all of them have painted nails and include the colors. Include all 6 Korean women's names, ages all being older than his mom, heights all being shorter than his mom, weights, birthdays, birth years all being older than his mom with one of the 6 women being much older than the other 4 women and three of the women being related to each other and how, hair colors and styles all being short Korean styles and where they were from in the US or if they were from South Korea and their shoe sizes. Have one of the women notice the boy saying something to him in Korean and reaching out to grab him and have him try to avoid her still being grabbed by the woman getting dizzy and have his vision go black. Reveal which woman grabbed him and include her information a second time including her name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and where she was from and her shoe size being much smaller than his moms and mention her blouse type and color being the same as it was earlier and her skirt type and color being the same as it was earlier and her platform sandals color and type being the same as it was earlier and the color of her nail polish being the same as it was earlier.. Have all of the women be salon stylists and include them all being salon stylists in the story and how long each of them had been one for. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and feels different looking down and noticing the blouse and knee length skirt he was now wearing being the same consistent color they were earlier in the story and his different skin tone and the platform sandals being the same they were earlier in the story and the polished nails being the same color they were earlier in the story and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him yell for mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote the way he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him try to run stumbling over the platform sandals he was now wearing and have the woman's outfit be very uncomfortable and have him trip over something hearing his female voice and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to pace himself trying to run away from the zombies and and have the platform sandals be hard to run in and have him consistently trip over the platform sandals eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his almond shaped eyes with his new hands and have him try to change his eyes back to the normal wide eyes noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him say i want to go home i want mommy and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English and saying some words wrong and show the quoted text how he wanted to say it versus how he said it. Have him start crying at the sound of his voice. Have him play with his short female hair and what he did with it noticing his polished nails on his female hands as he played with it but being unable to change it back to his boyish hair. Have him try to remove the blouse and skirt in different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the platform sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story but the platform sandals aren't glued to her feet they just won't come off. Have him notice his female feet actually look smaller than his mom's feet and have him say something and have it be in quoted text in very broken English about how he's gonna have girl feet and talk like the funny lady he now is for the rest of his life and show the quote he wanted to say it versus how he said it in very broken English. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why he couldn't. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the third piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fourth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fifth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the sixth piece of the woman's jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly speaking in broken English spelling words wrong and show the quote how he wanted to say it versus how he said it and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear. Have the woman's 5 other friends find her and grab her by the hands guiding her somewhere. Have one of the other woman criticize her for wandering off and mentioning how many years she had been a salon hair stylist and have it be in quoted text in Korean calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have another one of the other women criticize her reminding her her age and of her family she had and have it be in quoted text in Korean mentioning how old she is specifically calling the boy by their friend's name who had grabbed him earlier and who he was in the body of. Have the boy in the woman's body hear the Korean women speaking to him thinking he's their friend unable to understand it at all. Have him struggle to run out in the platform sandals as the women drag him and have him make it out to the parking lot and have the parking lot be empty. Have him be terrified squeezing his eyes shut again.
Response: ### The Echoes of Yesterday #### Chapter 1: Shopping in Hopeless Times Despite the quiet buzz of the fluorescent lights, the tension in the grocery store was palpable. Seven-year-old Ben clung to his mother’s hand, his heart pounding in sync with the alert announcements that echoed through the store’s PA system. Ben, a fair-skinned boy with dirty blonde hair, was dressed in a blue T-shirt with a cartoon astronaut on it, faded blue jeans, and sneakers that blinked with each step. His wide blue eyes darted around, taking in the hastily emptied shelves and the hurried movements of other shoppers. “Hold onto the cart, Benny,” his mom said tenderly, her voice a calm contrast to the chaos around. Her name was Alice; she was 36 years old, stood at 5'8", and weighed around 145 lbs. Alice’s strawberry blonde hair, cut in a short bob, swayed as she turned her head, her hazel eyes scanning for supplies. She wore a simple white blouse, light brown pants, and brown loafers. Despite the frenzied atmosphere, Alice’s composure offered a small respite. Ben looked up at his mom and asked innocently, “Mommy, why are your feet so small? When I grow up, will my feet be that tiny?” Alice let out a light-hearted laugh, shaking her head. “No, Benny. Since you’re a boy, your feet will grow very big. I guess they might be a size 10 or even larger when you’re older.” They continued wearily grabbing food and supplies, adding them to their half-full cart. The store was sweltering, filled with frightened people hastily grabbing everything they could find while trying to maintain distant composure. It was the year 2020, and the world had been upended by a zombie pandemic. As they moved towards the checkout, the air around them suddenly thickened. The sound of shuffling feet grew louder, and the unmistakable groans of the undead filled the air. In an instant, zombies began pouring into the grocery store, causing panic and chaos. “Run, Ben!” Alice yelled, sprinting towards the exit. Ben's tiny legs churned as he struggled to keep up with his mother. They dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding other panicked shoppers and the slow-moving zombies. Just when Ben thought they might make it out, a group of six Korean women appeared in their path. They were all dressed elegantly despite the chaos—each wore a light-colored chiffon blouse, tucked into knee-length skirts of varying rich, deep hues. Royal blue, emerald green, and burgundy dominated their skirts, and their sandals and shoes—platforms in various colors—clicked sharply against the cold tile floor. The women—Hana, Mi-Yeon, Sora, Hae-Won, Jin-Sook, and the much older Min-Ji—moved swiftly, their short, styled hair bobbing with each step. Hana, the closest, wore a light pink blouse with an emerald green skirt, her platform sandals a glossy black. Her nails were painted a vivid red, catching the dim store light as they flashed about. “Hana, 42, 5’6”, 130 lbs, from Busan, South Korea, shoe size 6.” “Mi-Yeon, 40, 5’5”, 125 lbs, from Seoul, South Korea, shoe size 6.5.” “Sora, 35, 5’4”, 120 lbs, from Los Angeles, CA, USA, shoe size 6.” “Hae-Won, 38, 5’3”, 118 lbs, from Seoul, South Korea, shoe size 6.” “Jin-Sook, 45, 5’2”, 115 lbs, from New York City, NY, USA, shoe size 5.5.” “Min-Ji, 52, 5’1”, 110 lbs, from Daegu, South Korea, shoe size 5.” Min-Ji, the oldest, noticed Ben first. She spoke hurriedly in Korean and reached out to grab him. Terrified, Ben tried to avoid her, but her grip was firm. He felt dizzy; darkness whispered at the edges of his vision, and then everything went black. #### Chapter 2: The Other Side of Reality When Ben opened his eyes, he felt disoriented. The world seemed taller, and as he moved to stand, he noticed something deeply unsettling. Glancing down, he saw that his small feet were now encased in glossy black platform sandals. His own faded jeans and blinking sneakers were gone, replaced by a light pink blouse and an emerald green knee-length skirt—the same outfit Hana had been wearing. His skin was no longer pale but had a fair, golden tint. "Mommy?!” he cried out, his voice high-pitched and strange. “I wan' mah-meee!" he meant to say, "Mommy, where are you?! I want you now!" but the words came out garbled in an unfamiliar accent. Panic overtook him. The clothes clung to him uncomfortably, the skirt restricting his movements. He looked for his mother but she was gone. Desperate, he tried to run, but stumbled awkwardly in the new footwear. A whimper escaped his lips—a girlish cry that made him gag in disgust. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the nightmare to end. “I wanna gow home! I wan' mah-meee!” he sobbed, unable to bear the sound of his girly voice. Ben cried as he touched his new face, tracing the almond-shaped eyes with slim fingers. They were nothing like his own wide eyes nor his mother's. He tried blinking them back to normal, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows, but nothing worked. He fiddled with his short hair, the polished nails on his fingers catching the dim light. The hair resisted every attempt to revert to its boyish style. Frustrated, he tugged at the blouse and skirt, trying different ways to remove them. He yanked at the sleeves, twisted the waistline, and pulled from the neck—all to no avail. Defeated, he sat down, eyeing the sandals. He tried to slide them off—tugging at the straps, prying at the sole with his new nails, even banging the heel against the floor. But they remained firmly on his feet. His tiny female feet now appeared even smaller than his mother’s. "I'm gonna have girl feets an' talk like dis funny lady for-ever," he lamented, yet again struggling with his words. Ben noticed the jewelry Hana had been wearing—a necklace, earrings, bracelets, and rings. He frantically tried to remove them, but each attempt ended fruitlessly. The necklace’s clasp was too small for his trembling fingers. The earrings seemed fused to his ears. The bracelets wouldn’t slide over his new hands, and the rings were as stubborn as everything else. “I'm scared!” he cried out in broken English, his voice trembling and unrecognizable. He shut his eyes tight in fear and frustration, feeling utterly helpless. ### That was when the five other women found him. They grabbed his hands, leading him back through the store. One of them, Mi-Yeon, sighed in exasperation. “Hana, why did you wander off? You’ve been a stylist for 20 years, you should know better,” she scolded in Korean. Another, Jin-Sook, chimed in. “Hana, at 42, you know you have a family to take care of. Be more careful!” They spoke in quick, crisp Korean, which Ben didn’t understand at all. He struggled to break free but their grip tightened. The women guided him out to the parking lot, which stood eerily empty under the dim sky. Panic consumed Ben as he squeezed his eyes shut, desperately hoping the nightmare would end. #### Chapter 3: The Long Road Back Trapped in Hana’s body, Ben’s cries for his mother echoed in the empty parking lot. The platform sandals’ relentless grip on his feet, the dainty clothing, and the painted nails—all felt like shackles, tying him to a nightmare that wouldn’t release him. Tears streamed down his face as the women held his hands, leading him into an uncertain future. As the figures of the five women melded into one hazy blur, Ben felt the grip of his transformed reality tighten around his innocent heart. He clung to the hope that, somewhere, his mother was searching for him. "Mommy, I’ll find you," he whispered, the words emerging in the unfamiliar, broken English that was now his voice. But deep inside, the essence of little Ben—a seven-year-old boy lost in a grown-up world—not only remained, but began to steel itself against the relentless tide. And so, amid the chaos of a world gone mad, young Ben embarked on a journey, not just to survive, but to reclaim his true self.
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