Title: "Transcendent Transformation: A Tale of Survival and Surreal Change"
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It was the year 2020, and the world had plunged into chaos. The zombie pandemic that had swept across the globe was showing no signs of abating. Nowhere was safe, not even the everyday haven of grocery stores. It was in one of these perilous settings that 7-year-old Ben found himself along with his mom, Elise.
Ben was a bright-eyed little boy with tousled brown hair. On this fateful day, he wore a faded Batman T-shirt, shorts, and his favorite sneakers—green with yellow stripes. His white skin was slightly tanned, a testament to the time he spent playing in the backyard.
Elise, his mother, stood at an imposing 5'8", her auburn hair tied back into a practical ponytail. She was 34 years old, born on June 18, 1986, weighing 135 pounds. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the shelves warily as she picked up canned goods and bottled water. Despite the dire circumstances, she wore a simple floral blouse and jeans, her size 8 shoes tapping urgently on the tiled floor.
"Mammy, why are yur feet so small? Will mine be as tiny wen I'm grown up?" Ben asked innocently, his big eyes blinking up at her.
Elise chuckled, her laugh a rare sound amidst the tension. "No, Ben, since you're a boy, your feet should grow very big. I guess you'll be a size 10 or 11 someday."
As they continued to gather food and supplies, a chilling growl filled the air. Zombies started pouring into the grocery store, their undead bodies moving with unnatural speed.
Elise's eyes widened in alarm. "Run, Ben!" she shouted, grabbing his hand as they darted through the aisles. The zombies chased them, their groans echoing through the store.
Out of nowhere, five Korean women appeared, each dressed impeccably despite the apocalypse. Their blouses—charcoal, navy, burgundy, olive green, and teal—were tucked into knee-length skirts of cream, gray, and black. They wore platform sandals and shoes: one pair in white, another dark red, blue, pink, and black. Their nails were painted in various colors: deep crimson, sapphire blue, emerald green, soft lavender, and jet black.
The women were salon stylists: Yu-Na, 50 years old and the oldest, was from Seoul, with a petite frame standing at 5'4" and weighing 110 pounds. Her short, jet-black hair was styled in a fashionable bob. Sa-Rang and Mi-Sun, both 40 and sisters, were from Los Angeles but originally from Busan, each barely reaching 5'3" and 5'2" respectively, and weighing around 115 pounds. Sa-Rang’s hair was cropped close, while Mi-Sun’s was in soft waves. The last two, Areum, 45, from San Francisco with a straight bob cut, and Ji-Hyun, 47, also from Seoul with slightly curled hair, stood at 5'2" and weighed similar to the others. All their shoes ranged from size 6 to 6.5.
As the chaos ensued, Areum noticed Ben and said something in Korean, reaching out to grab him. Ben tried to avoid her but felt her grip tighten. His vision blurred, dizziness overwhelmed him, and everything went black.
When he opened his eyes, he felt different, taller. He looked down to find himself wearing the same burgundy blouse and black skirt. Alarmed, he touched his cheeks with hands that were no longer his. He stumbled on platform sandals that matched those Areum had worn. Looking at his polished nails, he cried out, "Mammy! I wan go home! I wan mommy!" even though he wanted to say, "I want to go home! I want Mommy!"
His voice sounded different, and he gagged at how girly it was. Stumbling in the platform sandals, he managed to get away from the zombies. He saw his reflection and traced his almond-shaped eyes with his unfamiliar hands, trying and failing to turn them back to his usual blue-gray wide eyes.
"I wan to go home, I wan mam," he whimpered, tears streaming down, frustrated at his altered voice and the sight of his short hair and polished nails.
Desperate, he tried to remove the blouse and skirt but couldn't find a way to undo them. The blouse’s buttons seemed to defy him, the zipper on the skirt was unreachable. He tugged at the platform sandals, first trying to slip them off, then unstrap them, bend the heels, shake them loose, and finally wedge them with nearby objects, but nothing worked.
Looking at his new feet, he observed, "Me gonnas have girl feet and talk funny like dis forever," though he meant to say, "I'm going to have girl feet and talk funny like this forever."
Ben tried to remove the jewelry piece by piece: earrings, a delicate necklace, a thin bracelet, rings, and anklet. Each had complicated clasps or seemed magically bonded to his new skin. As he struggled with the sixth piece, he stammered, "I'm scred," though he meant, "I'm scared."
Suddenly, the four other Korean women found him and grabbed his hands, leading him somewhere.
"Han-Ra, why did you wander off?" Yu-Na scolded in Korean, mistaking Ben for Areum.
"You're 45 with a family to think about, what were you doing?" added Mi-Sun, also in Korean.
Ben, in Areum's body, couldn't understand a word. He tried to run but the platform sandals and their firm grip dragged him outside to an eerily empty parking lot. He closed his eyes, terrified once again, the apocalypse far from over.
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 5 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 5 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 5 women being much older than the other 4 women and two 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 4 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 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: It was the year 2020, and the world had plunged into chaos. The zombie pandemic that had swept across the globe was showing no signs of abating. Nowhere was safe, not even the everyday haven of grocery stores. It was in one of these perilous settings that 7-year-old Ben found himself along with his mom, Elise. Ben was a bright-eyed little boy with tousled brown hair. On this fateful day, he wore a faded Batman T-shirt, shorts, and his favorite sneakers—green with yellow stripes. His white skin was slightly tanned, a testament to the time he spent playing in the backyard. Elise, his mother, stood at an imposing 5'8", her auburn hair tied back into a practical ponytail. She was 34 years old, born on June 18, 1986, weighing 135 pounds. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the shelves warily as she picked up canned goods and bottled water. Despite the dire circumstances, she wore a simple floral blouse and jeans, her size 8 shoes tapping urgently on the tiled floor. "Mammy, why are yur feet so small? Will mine be as tiny wen I'm grown up?" Ben asked innocently, his big eyes blinking up at her. Elise chuckled, her laugh a rare sound amidst the tension. "No, Ben, since you're a boy, your feet should grow very big. I guess you'll be a size 10 or 11 someday." As they continued to gather food and supplies, a chilling growl filled the air. Zombies started pouring into the grocery store, their undead bodies moving with unnatural speed. Elise's eyes widened in alarm. "Run, Ben!" she shouted, grabbing his hand as they darted through the aisles. The zombies chased them, their groans echoing through the store. Out of nowhere, five Korean women appeared, each dressed impeccably despite the apocalypse. Their blouses—charcoal, navy, burgundy, olive green, and teal—were tucked into knee-length skirts of cream, gray, and black. They wore platform sandals and shoes: one pair in white, another dark red, blue, pink, and black. Their nails were painted in various colors: deep crimson, sapphire blue, emerald green, soft lavender, and jet black. The women were salon stylists: Yu-Na, 50 years old and the oldest, was from Seoul, with a petite frame standing at 5'4" and weighing 110 pounds. Her short, jet-black hair was styled in a fashionable bob. Sa-Rang and Mi-Sun, both 40 and sisters, were from Los Angeles but originally from Busan, each barely reaching 5'3" and 5'2" respectively, and weighing around 115 pounds. Sa-Rang’s hair was cropped close, while Mi-Sun’s was in soft waves. The last two, Areum, 45, from San Francisco with a straight bob cut, and Ji-Hyun, 47, also from Seoul with slightly curled hair, stood at 5'2" and weighed similar to the others. All their shoes ranged from size 6 to 6.5. As the chaos ensued, Areum noticed Ben and said something in Korean, reaching out to grab him. Ben tried to avoid her but felt her grip tighten. His vision blurred, dizziness overwhelmed him, and everything went black. When he opened his eyes, he felt different, taller. He looked down to find himself wearing the same burgundy blouse and black skirt. Alarmed, he touched his cheeks with hands that were no longer his. He stumbled on platform sandals that matched those Areum had worn. Looking at his polished nails, he cried out, "Mammy! I wan go home! I wan mommy!" even though he wanted to say, "I want to go home! I want Mommy!" His voice sounded different, and he gagged at how girly it was. Stumbling in the platform sandals, he managed to get away from the zombies. He saw his reflection and traced his almond-shaped eyes with his unfamiliar hands, trying and failing to turn them back to his usual blue-gray wide eyes. "I wan to go home, I wan mam," he whimpered, tears streaming down, frustrated at his altered voice and the sight of his short hair and polished nails. Desperate, he tried to remove the blouse and skirt but couldn't find a way to undo them. The blouse’s buttons seemed to defy him, the zipper on the skirt was unreachable. He tugged at the platform sandals, first trying to slip them off, then unstrap them, bend the heels, shake them loose, and finally wedge them with nearby objects, but nothing worked. Looking at his new feet, he observed, "Me gonnas have girl feet and talk funny like dis forever," though he meant to say, "I'm going to have girl feet and talk funny like this forever." Ben tried to remove the jewelry piece by piece: earrings, a delicate necklace, a thin bracelet, rings, and anklet. Each had complicated clasps or seemed magically bonded to his new skin. As he struggled with the sixth piece, he stammered, "I'm scred," though he meant, "I'm scared." Suddenly, the four other Korean women found him and grabbed his hands, leading him somewhere. "Han-Ra, why did you wander off?" Yu-Na scolded in Korean, mistaking Ben for Areum. "You're 45 with a family to think about, what were you doing?" added Mi-Sun, also in Korean. Ben, in Areum's body, couldn't understand a word. He tried to run but the platform sandals and their firm grip dragged him outside to an eerily empty parking lot. He closed his eyes, terrified once again, the apocalypse far from over.
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