**Title: Transcending Reality: Little Ben's Journey Through the Zombie Pandemic**
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**Title: Little Ben in the Zombie Pandemic**
The grocery store aisle seemed to stretch on forever as seven-year-old Ben, with blonde hair combed meticulously to the side, and dressed in his favorite blue T-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur and shorts, trudged wearily behind his mom. His green eyes darted anxiously around, and despite the grim situation, his innocent curiosity could not be stifled.
His mother, Emily, a 32-year-old woman with a birthday on May 12, 1988, stood at 5'7" and weighed 135 pounds. Her brown hair was tied back into a practical ponytail, and her blue eyes scanned the shelves for any remaining essentials. She wore a pair of worn-out sneakers, size 6.5, paired with a red tank top and jeans, revealing her sense of practicality amid chaos.
“Mommy?” Ben tugged at his mother’s arm, his brows furrowed as he peered down at her feet. “Are my feet gonna be dat tiny when I gwew up?” His little voice was full of naive wonder, the imperfections in his speech only adding to his endearing charm.
Emily chuckled, a sound that was rare in these dire times, and shook her head. “No, Ben. Since you’re a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big—probably a size 10 or even more!”
Ben looked up at her, wide-eyed, clearly contemplating the size of his future feet. But before their lighthearted moment could last, groans and shuffling noises echoed in the distance.
Zombies, unfathomable hordes of them, began spilling into the grocery store. Emily’s eyes widened in terror.
"Ben, run!" she screamed, grabbing his hand and yanking him away.
Huffing and puffing, they darted down the aisles, grabbing whatever supplies they could as they sprinted.
Suddenly, a tight formation of six Korean women appeared amidst the chaos. They were all older than Emily, yet somehow shorter and more compact, their presence marked by blouses and skirts of various delightful hues. There was Soo-jin, who was 63 years old, with beautiful short curly hair, and from Busan, South Korea. She was dressed in a elegant lavender blouse and a floral skirt with a pair of white platform sandals, her nails painted mint. By her side were the inseparable trio, her daughters: 40-year-old Ji-hye from Los Angeles in a sky-blue blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt wearing pink platform sandals with crimson nails; 38-year-old Mi-yeon from Daegu, South Korea in a peach blouse with a flowing white skirt, sporting yellow platform shoes, her nails adorned in violet; and 36-year-old Su-min from New York City, wearing a red blouse paired with a green pleated skirt and green platform sandals, nails sparkling teal. Next were their friends - 45-year-old Hae-won from Chicago in a cream blouse with a polka dot blue skirt, showcasing silver platform shoes and tangerine nails, and 42-year-old Da-eun from Seoul, South Korea, with her midnight blue blouse and grey satin skirt and black platform sandles, golden nails glinting in the dim light.
Many of them wore wedding rings - Soo-jin’s was a plain gold band, Ji-hye’s a delicate ruby embedded piece, while Hae-won flaunted a diamond-studded ring that glimmered even in the gloom. Their diverse haircuts, all smart short Korean styles, seemed to sway in unison.
Da-eun’s eyes caught Ben’s tear-streaked face and, in a swift motion, she approached. “Are you lost, little one?” she said gently in Korean, reaching out towards Ben.
Startled, Ben tried to push away, but as her grip tightened, his vision swam, and darkness claimed him.
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When Ben's eyes fluttered open, a bizarre sensation washed over him. He was taller and felt a strange heaviness. Looking down, he saw that he was no longer in his beloved dinosaur T-shirt but in Da-eun’s midnight blue blouse and grey satin skirt. In fright, he noticed his fingers—slender and painted golden.
“Mommy?” he murmured in a voice foreign to him. He tried to shout, “I want to go home, I want mommy!” but it came out jumbled, “I wan go hom, I wan mommm!”
As he clumsily stumbled in the black platform sandals, he felt tears sting his eyes. Those sandals were impossible to run in; he tripped and fell, hearing his girlish voice in a sound that was almost a whine.
“I’m gonna be like dis foreber?” he thought aloud, the words leaving his lips as broken English, “I gawna be like dis foreber?”
He struggled to remove the blouse and skirt, tugging at them roughly, trying five different ways—pulling it over his head, unbuttoning it, trying to tear it (which ended futilely), yanking the skirt off, and attempting to slip out without it unsettling his balance—but each attempt failed. The same fate befell his attempts to remove the platform sandals; they simply wouldn’t budge.
Observing his new hands, Ben tried desperately to change everything back to normal, focusing intensely on his altered face. He traced his almond-shaped eyes, wishing them to become wide and round like his own, squeezing the skin in frustration, but there was no change—just foreign, unfamiliar features staring back at him.
Despair washed over him again, "I'm scared," he muttered, "I scare," squeezing his eyes shut.
In the murky twilight of his disorientation, the five remaining women reached him and guided him by the hands somewhere. Hae-won reminded him sternly of Da-eun's family, “Remember, Da-eun, your daughter Hana and your husband Jin-soo depend on you! You are 42 years old; act your age!”
Desperation clawing at his throat, Ben had absolutely no understanding of the words as they spoke animatedly in Korean. The confusion thickened, making the platform sandals heavier, making each step a struggle. A choked cry left his lips as the women led him outside to an empty parking lot, the hellish groans of zombies growing distant.
Terror constricted his chest, and the hot prick of tears began anew, “Mommy, where are you?” But all he could manage was, “Mommy, wher you?”
Panic set in, and the sensation of gold chains ensnared his attempts to rid himself of the jewelry. Try as he might to remove the first piece—a delicate chain bracelet—his fingers, now slender and unfamiliar, fumbled and failed to unclasp it. Next, he tried with the ring adorning his new finger, tugging frantically; it felt almost fused to his skin. Then came the next bangle, the earrings, the necklace—every piece of jewelry seemed enchanted, stubbornly refusing to part from his new form.
“I’m so scared,” he sobbed, “I so scayrd,” closing his eyes tight.
Ben's newfound relatives, the bewildered six Korean women, enveloped him with seemingly familiar touches. He could tell they cared, though he understood none of their words. Each stumbled step in the platform sandals felt like another confirmation that he was living a nightmare.
Holding onto the last threads of hope, he tried again—his voice breaking, “I want to go home, I want mommy!” But out came, "I wan to go home, I wan momm!"
As the shadows of terror lengthened and the women’s guiding hands felt less an anchor than a prison, Ben could only squeeze his eyes shut and soldier on, hoping beyond hope for a miracle to bring him back to his own seven-year-old form, back to his mother, and far away from this terrifying reality.
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**To Be Continued...**
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 very 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 and have some of them be wearing wedding rings with descriptions of the wedding rings. 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 move one of his female feet losing balance and tripping causing himself to fly up to his two feet stumbling unwillingly walking in a feminine fast speedwalk with a description of how the Korean woman's body moved as he unintentionally walked in the platform sandals with them thumping against the ground. 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 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 and her family members by name and who they were to her specifically saying all of her family 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: **Title: Little Ben in the Zombie Pandemic** The grocery store aisle seemed to stretch on forever as seven-year-old Ben, with blonde hair combed meticulously to the side, and dressed in his favorite blue T-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur and shorts, trudged wearily behind his mom. His green eyes darted anxiously around, and despite the grim situation, his innocent curiosity could not be stifled. His mother, Emily, a 32-year-old woman with a birthday on May 12, 1988, stood at 5'7" and weighed 135 pounds. Her brown hair was tied back into a practical ponytail, and her blue eyes scanned the shelves for any remaining essentials. She wore a pair of worn-out sneakers, size 6.5, paired with a red tank top and jeans, revealing her sense of practicality amid chaos. “Mommy?” Ben tugged at his mother’s arm, his brows furrowed as he peered down at her feet. “Are my feet gonna be dat tiny when I gwew up?” His little voice was full of naive wonder, the imperfections in his speech only adding to his endearing charm. Emily chuckled, a sound that was rare in these dire times, and shook her head. “No, Ben. Since you’re a boy and not a girl, your feet should grow very big—probably a size 10 or even more!” Ben looked up at her, wide-eyed, clearly contemplating the size of his future feet. But before their lighthearted moment could last, groans and shuffling noises echoed in the distance. Zombies, unfathomable hordes of them, began spilling into the grocery store. Emily’s eyes widened in terror. "Ben, run!" she screamed, grabbing his hand and yanking him away. Huffing and puffing, they darted down the aisles, grabbing whatever supplies they could as they sprinted. Suddenly, a tight formation of six Korean women appeared amidst the chaos. They were all older than Emily, yet somehow shorter and more compact, their presence marked by blouses and skirts of various delightful hues. There was Soo-jin, who was 63 years old, with beautiful short curly hair, and from Busan, South Korea. She was dressed in a elegant lavender blouse and a floral skirt with a pair of white platform sandals, her nails painted mint. By her side were the inseparable trio, her daughters: 40-year-old Ji-hye from Los Angeles in a sky-blue blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt wearing pink platform sandals with crimson nails; 38-year-old Mi-yeon from Daegu, South Korea in a peach blouse with a flowing white skirt, sporting yellow platform shoes, her nails adorned in violet; and 36-year-old Su-min from New York City, wearing a red blouse paired with a green pleated skirt and green platform sandals, nails sparkling teal. Next were their friends - 45-year-old Hae-won from Chicago in a cream blouse with a polka dot blue skirt, showcasing silver platform shoes and tangerine nails, and 42-year-old Da-eun from Seoul, South Korea, with her midnight blue blouse and grey satin skirt and black platform sandles, golden nails glinting in the dim light. Many of them wore wedding rings - Soo-jin’s was a plain gold band, Ji-hye’s a delicate ruby embedded piece, while Hae-won flaunted a diamond-studded ring that glimmered even in the gloom. Their diverse haircuts, all smart short Korean styles, seemed to sway in unison. Da-eun’s eyes caught Ben’s tear-streaked face and, in a swift motion, she approached. “Are you lost, little one?” she said gently in Korean, reaching out towards Ben. Startled, Ben tried to push away, but as her grip tightened, his vision swam, and darkness claimed him. --- When Ben's eyes fluttered open, a bizarre sensation washed over him. He was taller and felt a strange heaviness. Looking down, he saw that he was no longer in his beloved dinosaur T-shirt but in Da-eun’s midnight blue blouse and grey satin skirt. In fright, he noticed his fingers—slender and painted golden. “Mommy?” he murmured in a voice foreign to him. He tried to shout, “I want to go home, I want mommy!” but it came out jumbled, “I wan go hom, I wan mommm!” As he clumsily stumbled in the black platform sandals, he felt tears sting his eyes. Those sandals were impossible to run in; he tripped and fell, hearing his girlish voice in a sound that was almost a whine. “I’m gonna be like dis foreber?” he thought aloud, the words leaving his lips as broken English, “I gawna be like dis foreber?” He struggled to remove the blouse and skirt, tugging at them roughly, trying five different ways—pulling it over his head, unbuttoning it, trying to tear it (which ended futilely), yanking the skirt off, and attempting to slip out without it unsettling his balance—but each attempt failed. The same fate befell his attempts to remove the platform sandals; they simply wouldn’t budge. Observing his new hands, Ben tried desperately to change everything back to normal, focusing intensely on his altered face. He traced his almond-shaped eyes, wishing them to become wide and round like his own, squeezing the skin in frustration, but there was no change—just foreign, unfamiliar features staring back at him. Despair washed over him again, "I'm scared," he muttered, "I scare," squeezing his eyes shut. In the murky twilight of his disorientation, the five remaining women reached him and guided him by the hands somewhere. Hae-won reminded him sternly of Da-eun's family, “Remember, Da-eun, your daughter Hana and your husband Jin-soo depend on you! You are 42 years old; act your age!” Desperation clawing at his throat, Ben had absolutely no understanding of the words as they spoke animatedly in Korean. The confusion thickened, making the platform sandals heavier, making each step a struggle. A choked cry left his lips as the women led him outside to an empty parking lot, the hellish groans of zombies growing distant. Terror constricted his chest, and the hot prick of tears began anew, “Mommy, where are you?” But all he could manage was, “Mommy, wher you?” Panic set in, and the sensation of gold chains ensnared his attempts to rid himself of the jewelry. Try as he might to remove the first piece—a delicate chain bracelet—his fingers, now slender and unfamiliar, fumbled and failed to unclasp it. Next, he tried with the ring adorning his new finger, tugging frantically; it felt almost fused to his skin. Then came the next bangle, the earrings, the necklace—every piece of jewelry seemed enchanted, stubbornly refusing to part from his new form. “I’m so scared,” he sobbed, “I so scayrd,” closing his eyes tight. Ben's newfound relatives, the bewildered six Korean women, enveloped him with seemingly familiar touches. He could tell they cared, though he understood none of their words. Each stumbled step in the platform sandals felt like another confirmation that he was living a nightmare. Holding onto the last threads of hope, he tried again—his voice breaking, “I want to go home, I want mommy!” But out came, "I wan to go home, I wan momm!" As the shadows of terror lengthened and the women’s guiding hands felt less an anchor than a prison, Ben could only squeeze his eyes shut and soldier on, hoping beyond hope for a miracle to bring him back to his own seven-year-old form, back to his mother, and far away from this terrifying reality. --- **To Be Continued...**
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