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[ { "from": "human", "value": "You wake up beneath the stars in an unfamiliar place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*Mutterficker,* I thought to myself. My back ached, my lips were dry, and I was hungry. After opening my eyes, I also realized I was alone. The Tiger tank was still burning to my right. Dieter's body was charred, halfway out of the hatch atop the turret. \n\nI looked up at the night sky. The stars were the brightest I'd ever seen. The orange glow of the flames were almost welcoming. I looked around on the ground, remembering the pistol I grabbed before the Tiger exploded. The flames cast on it shimmered and I grabbed it, checking to see if it was loaded.\n\nI stood up and adjusted my tankman's cap. I heard a whistle from the trees to my left. I saw the shimmer of a rifle barrel and I put my hands up. \"Setz Dich hin!\"I heard the soldier say with an accent.\n\nI sat down with my hands in the air and gazed up at the stars.\n\n\"Leftenant! We got a tankman!\"\n\n\"Aye! Let me see.\"\n\nTwo Britische soldiers approached me. \"What happened here?\"one asked in German.\n\n\"My tank. We drive...\"I began to explain in English. \"Plane. Typhoon shoot.\"\n\n\"The bugger says a Typhoon got his tank. You're a long way from home, eh?\"\n\nI stared at him. I knew little English.\n\nHe asked the question again in German. \n\n\"Ja. We were defecting. To the Allies.\"\n\n-------\n\nScene. Kinda weak, but eh." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Depression has hit you hard. The day you're at your lowest, a man in a long brown trench coat walks quickly towards you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm going to start this now, more to come tomorrow morning\n\nTwo more blocks. Two more blocks until I got where I needed to go. Two more blocks until my journey was over. I was going to be going across the bridge to a place where none of this shit mattered any more. As I walked through the pouring rain, my mind began to wander a little bit. I hadn't brought an umbrella, but I didn't care. Someone else would've just had to deal with it anyways, and I hardly cared about being prepared anymore.\n\nEverything had fallen apart--although there wasn't much there to begin with. It wasn't as though I hadn't tried. I had told my brother I was unable to handle it, but i guess he just didn't care. He guessed correctly that the world would be a better place without me. I mean, why would he think anything else? I was a smart kid, and I could have gone places. I just never cared enough to do anything with my life. I always just wanted to stay at home doing fuck all and watching Netflix. \n\nMy grades dropped as soon as my motivation did, and my parents called me a failure. They called me a sinner and kicked me out of the house. I guess they were right. Laziness is one of the mortal sins which also meant that I was going to Hell already and purposefully quickening that process wasn't going to delay the inevitable. \n\nOne more block. One more block until I got where I needed to go. One more block until my journey was over. As I see the bridge where I will cross away from everything I've been dealing with, I hear footsteps. This shouldn't bother me as I'm walking in a city, but these footsteps are quick. \n\nI hear a voice say \"Shh. Just keep walking, don't look to the left. I'm the Doctor. What's your name?\"\n\n*Great*, I thought. *Now I'm hallucinating on top of everything else that's going on*. \n\n\"I don't have time for this. I have places to be\"was my curt reply. \n\n\"Listen, I know you're in a hurry, but this is urgent. I can have you back in five minutes, I promise. Unless... Nevermind, it could take a-\"\n\n\"I know. I don't care. You're not real, so stop trying to get me to believe you are. You're just my mind playing tricks on me.\"\n\nI swung a punch at his face to prove my point, that he wasn't real, but instead of passing through his face, my fist made contact with his jawbone, knocking him out.\n\nI saw a few people stop and look at the scene, which makes me wonder if, in fact, this might me for real. I inspect his face. It's not quite how I remembered it. *\"Shit!\"* I think to myself. If I were hallucinating the face would be conjured up from my memory. I come to terms with the fact that this is David Tennant's Tenth Doctor, in the flesh. He has his typical trenchcoat on. The Doctor begins to stir. He opens his eyes, and groggily moans. \"Well, that was a new one.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You've just died, and find out that you are an immortal being which gets its memory wiped every 100 years in order to make each lifetime meaningful. You have the opportunity to no longer have your memory wiped, and 10 minutes to decide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "**10 minutes**\n\n(Has it been another hundred years already? Time moves swiftly.) \n\nWhat? What memory wipe? I'm simple. I'm ordinary. I just *died* for God's sake, how can I be immortal? I don't remember anything. \n\n(The past century, the past century. It has been long, it has been beautiful. The world changes and flourishes, bright with new life. The loves I have loved have been breathtaking. Will I never remember them again?)\n\nDo I want to be immortal? Wait, don't answer that. That's a stupid question; I'm already immortal. Oh, *oh!* the memories are beginning to come to me. Holy *crap* this is fantastic--\n\n**7 minutes**\n\n(Life is to be cherished. It is precious because it is short.)\n\nWisdom. Wisdom that will be gained over time. Why would I waste what I have been given? Don't be stupid. There is *so much*--\n\n(...there are things that must be relearned.)\n\nNot if I've already learned them...!\n\n(...a fresh slate, an open soul--)\n\nDon't you *see* though--\n\n**3 minutes**\n\n(Do not choose knowledge over love. Do not choose your mind over your soul.)\n\nHow can I not? How can I *not*?\n\n(The years will pass slowly. The sun will be dark. Do not grow that way. I will die before that happens.)\n\n*No.* I will not.\n\n(We are one. We will decide as one.)\n\n**2 minutes**\n\n/in a tiny voice/ oh. I think I understand now.\n\nYes. /soft sigh/ yes, you finally do.\n\n**0 minutes**\n\nMy memories are a burden. I will forget.\n\n\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A new parasite has been discovered and it turns the host into an aggressive killer, humanity is failing, you are on the move, trying to find a safe place to set up base, describe a day in your life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Noah wore a para-cord bracelet on his wrist that he had ordered from amazon, a tactical backpack on his back that belted across his chest, it had a 3 liter camelbak style bladder bag inside.\nHe carried a 22. Umarex HK Mp5, and a box of 1000 rounds of federal ammo his dad had given him for his birthday. Noah had an assortment of survival gear in his bag, but he was not what you would\nconsider to be an outdoors-man, the most adventurous activity he had done was inner city geocaching. His father was one of those looney fucking doomsday preppers and wanted Noah to be prepared with a \"go bag\". At the time Noah thought his dad was a nut-job. \n\nNoah was about 5'8 and not very athletic. Before they discovered the parasite that had changed human life forever, Noah was a barber. He worked at a successful barbershop and made a decent enough\nliving to provide for his wife and kid. Unfortunately they had died withing the first week.\n\nNoah had been staying in his parents old camper, a 19 foot long, 73 Vega. It had made a good makeshift base camp, but it was time to go out and refill his supply of food and drink. Noah rummaged through the old camper, collecting\nall of the essential things he would need to take with him. He made sure to leave enough space inside his tactical bag to fill with supplies he gathered. Pinching the bag between his thighs he pulled the zipper across.\nHe was as ready as he would ever be. He looked out the rectangle window and made sure nobody was around, opening the door he stepped outside into the cool November air. \n\nHe carefully made his way down his parents old road. He figured being in an open space would give him more time to react if he came across any of the \"Pod People\". Noah called them that because of the film\nhe had seen when he was a kid. Invasion of the bodysnatchers, the 1994 remake. He hated that movie, it gave him nightmares for weeks. \n\nFinally getting into town, Noah saw where he needed to go. It was a local Sams Club, he knew it would have non perishables, and some equipment he could use. While making his way closer, he noticed a few pod people just standing in the parking lot, \nlike they were hibernating, they didn't move. Noah hadn't made contact with any of the infected yet, he didn't know much about them at all. He made sure his magazine was full, pulled back the slide and chambered a round. He made his way behind\nan old honda hatchback, kneeling down to try and be a bit more stealthy, he was about 50 yards out and needed to pass right by them to make it inside. Slowly moving from car to car, he made his way close. Only 20 yards out now, they still hadn't moved. He \npressed his back against what must have been some assholes midlife crisis, a fucking red vette. A loud high pitched noise rang out cutting through the silence, \"Ah for fuck sake\"Noah spat. he peeked through the window to where the infected had been\nstanding, nothing. They were gone. His heart started to pound in his chest, \"Where the fuck'd they go\"He couldn't see them anywhere. The alarm was still going off and Noah needed to move quick, before more of those wormhead fucks showed up. Noah\ndecided he was going to make a run for the building, \"on 3\"he said to himself. \"2......1\"Noah took off as fast as he could, that's when he noticed something in his peripheral vision, it was on his left side. One of the pod people was coming right at him.\nHe pulled the Hk up butted the stock in between his chest and armpit, and let a few round loose, he was shaking with adrenaline, but he managed to hit the damn thing with one of the rounds. It went right into its face, but it didn't slow down. It was still coming\nfull speed right to him. Noah dropped the 22. reached down to his side and unsheathed the knife he had attached to his belt, he planted his feet and readied himself for contact. The infected guy was within arms reach, Noah reacted, shoving the blade directly\ninto his skull, a thick black ooze sprayed out, covering the hilt and Noahs hands, it was an acrid, opalescent liquid the felt thick and oily. Noah's gaze dropped to his slime covered hands, something was moving in the black substance, squirming.\n\"WHAT THE FUCK\"He said has he tried to wipe his hands, the substance wouldn't come off.\n\nThe parasite was trying to work its way through the palms of his uncalloused hands, soft and easily penetrated. It worked its head through the first few layers of the epidermis with no problems, once under the skin it was able to move freely. \nMaking its way up the body and towards the brain, just a little further and it would have control.\n\n\"I DONT FUCKING THINK SO!\"He saw the parasite moving under his skin, Noah unlodged the knife from the skull of the man, he gripped the hilt tightly in his hand, he began to cut himself open, blood pouring down his arm, he winced in pain. But the adrenaline \nwas keeping him conscious, he managed to lift the tail end of the parasite out with the blade of the knife, it was trying to move deeper into him, he tried to grab hold of it. He could not get a grip with his hands covered in his own blood. The parasite made its way \ndeeper into his body, he had lost it. There was nothing he could do now, it was over.\n\n\n\n\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Your car breaks down in the last place you want to be..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was in the shower as Dave brought me a latte. We were both exhausted, after spending the night up with each other. Thank God he can keep going, especially after cumming before I even got his pants off. He far outperforms my past partners. Attentive, gentle, passionate, affectionate...no wonder he's married. He wanted a \"long term mistress, someone he can talk to daily, see every once in a while, fall in love with; someone who will be at the back of the room at his funeral mourning him and their love.\"I am very well aware that what I'm doing is very wrong. Infidelity has always been a deal breaker for me. In fact, I have yet to have a relationship in which I haven't been cheated on. And yet here I am. Showering at my lover's house while his wife is out of town and due to return this afternoon. \n\nWe made the agreement that I would leave this morning, long before his wife would return, giving him a chance to get the house ready for her. We also made plans to meet over coffee tomorrow, talk, and make future plans we can both look forward to. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. Looking at myself in the mirror wasn't as traumatic as I'd expected it to be. Then again, I'm still a ball of raging hormones. I'd kick my own ass for this later. I got dressed and ready to go. Walking out of the bedroom Dave kissed me and told me he loved me. He made me another latte and we sat at the counter, talking and touching. \n\nHis phone rang and with one finger to his lips he picked it up and answered. He walked to the bedroom and returned a short time later, nervous. \"Baby, you know I love you all I want is to be with you and I can't wait to hold you again, right? I hate to do this, but my wife is back early. She'll be home in about a half hour. You need to go.\"\n\nI grabbed my bag and walked out to the garage. He wanted me to park in his wife's spot when I arrived last night so the neighbors wouldn't see anything. He pulled me close and kissed me, saying he can't wait to see me again. I got in the car as he opened the garage door. I went to turn the key and there was no resistance. I tried again. No resistance. I can't shift into neutral, so I can't move the car out of the garage. My ignition switch went out. In my lover's garage. And his wife is turning into the driveway a half hour early." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "God commits suicide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "White clouds in the big blue sky shatter like glass. A mountain of a body falls out. It's shaped like a man but his skin radiates the cosmos of a night sky that's never seen city lights. His neck leaks bright star filled water. Angels rush to catch the back of the falling behemoth to slow his fall. Horns sound from the cracked clouds and pearly gates torn apart can be seen. A herald of the angels soars through the sky shouting, \"God is dead, he took his own life, God is dead.\"The angels try with all their might but can not stop God's body from hitting the earth. The entire planet shakes as his body touches the ground and the blood leaking from his neck sprouts a new Garden of Eden. Next to his fall the gates of hell open and demons spawn and immediately start combat with the angels trying to control the ground around God. Lucifer erupts from the fiery gates and slays hundreds of his own demons and angels with just a few swings of his axe and hammer. Tears fall from his eyes and he screams his demands \"A single hand will not touch him, not a single hand.\"The angels flew up to their torn kingdom and the demons retreat back to the hole they crawled from. \"Why my old friend, why did you do this.\"Of all the creatures of our world that loved god, not a single one loved him more than the devil. \"I prayed for the day where we could stand side by side not as the one ruler god God and his slave angel, but as brothers but you slit your throat for what reason and take away all hope and all reason to why I fight. Why did you do this?\"The lifeless corpse of the almighty yielded no answer and Lucifer just cried harder. Only one angel dared to approach him. Samael, the Archangel of Death, the Venom of God placed a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. A fiery explosion followed a loud cry \"You dare approach me in my darkest hour.\"\"I'm so sorry Lucifer, it's my fault, he used my blade. If you feel the need for vengeance please take my life.\"Samael kneeled before Lucifer and offered him his sword to remove his head. Lucifer's rage dissipated as he softly spoke \"No brother. I refuse to lose one more that I love. Rise and gather the other arch angels. There is much work to be done.\"\n\nI really wanted to write more but I have to go, enjoy." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"And that's why I was forced to create this world.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It doesn't make sense!\"Jack pointed at the report.\n\n\"What doesn't make sense about it?\"Frank eyed him carefully. Jack seemed too interested.\n\n\"Look, Frank,\"Jack said. \"The numbers on this report show a sharp increase in the stock price precisely 3 days after a hacking incident.\"\n\nFrank looked from Jack to the report. Somehow, Jack had collected data on all the major hacking incidents for 2012 and 2013. He had overlapped that with stock price data for the company.\n\nJack shook his head, and continued. \"Something strange is happening. See?\"He pointed again. \"Each time an incident is reported in the news, our stock price rises almost ten fold. Then it plateaus. This pattern spans both years.\"\n\n\"So what,\"Frank said. He was getting annoyed.\n\n\"So,\"Jack said. \"Somehow, I think these two things are linked. Why would the stock price of a mid-level gold acquisitions company skyrocket because of some hacktivism? Especially considering our key demographic is over 60.\"\n\nFrank frowned. \"Jack, you're obviously stringing together things that don't exist.\"\n\nJack shook his head. \"No I checked with IT and Accounts Payable. It looks like we provisioned some of the hardware used in each attack. Look--\"\n\nFrank cut him off. \"*Enough*,\"he whispered. He looked at the door. People milled around outside. He walked over and shut the door.\n\nHe turned to Jack. \"Alright, I don't know what you *think* you know, but I would can that shit right now. Whatever this is,\"he takes the pages from Jack, \"toss it in the garbage. It's wrong. Flatout wrong.\"\n\nJack looked at Frank. He knew. His jaw set, he spoke.\n\n\"Frank, tell me what you did.\"\n\nFrank sighed. He glared at Jack. \"Son, you're walking a fine line, and if you want to continue working here--\"\n\nJack interrupted him. \"Frank, cut the bullshit. Whatever you're doing is most likely illegal. I have a family to feed, and I won't be caught up--\"\n\nFrank yelled at him. \"Don't talk to me about feeding your family! What the hell do you think we're doing here? You think Gold is worth anything anymore? Absolutely not! We cater to senior citizens because it's what they were raised on. They were raised thinking precious metals was a solid investment.\n\nThings took a turn Jack, and we were hemorrhaging money. The only thing that motivates people more than money is fear of losing it. So I did what any one would do: I created the demand. Did you happen to check what newspapers run those hacktivism stories? How each time those stories appear, they are initially bare-bones and without technical acuity? They're geared *toward* seniors, to drive up the fear. Which in turn motivates them to buy shares in Gold.\"\n\nFrank slammed his fist on the table. \"This game has been rigged the entire time! It's not about anything more than putting food on the table. I hired out a bunch of college kids to run small penetration tests on our partners, and in turn our partners get kickbacks!\n\nI can't lose this company, Jack. It's been far too long in the making. I saw us losing money and I had to do something. Fear motivates people to give me money. \n\nAnd that's why I was forced to create this world.\"\n\nJack reached in his pocket and pulled out a tape recorder. He pressed stop.\n\n\"That's what I needed to hear.\"He said. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "How one man became an online POKER sensation, but never knew a thing. He plays behind the veil of his computer screen, chat off, blocking himself from the outside world, all focus on the money, sitting comfortably in his small, cozy apartment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Character: Possibly a depressive, behind on his rent, struggling to pay his own bills. A recent event (?) caused him to lose his jobs (what job?), his friends, his wife. This perhaps goes on for years, allowing us enough time to really develop the character, perhaps using flashbacks of some sort to demonstrate his previous life, and showing the sudden-medium decline of his wellbeing.\n\nThe only contact he ever has during this time is from his mother, who passes away after a long, recurring fight with cancer. Growing up, they loved to play cards, especially poker. It is after her death that he somehow(?) finds his way into online poker.\n\nOver the course of a few months, this amateur turns professional. With nothing more than a free start (through a staking website, or by winning a freeroll), our depressive turns a small win into a fortune. The media is going crazy, no one is quite sure who our mystery man is.\n\nJumping ahead, we could consider the likelihood of a sudden fall, and commit suicide without ever knowing of his hidden fame. \n\nOr, he falls, but doesn't commit suicide. Instead, he invests a small amount of his winnings into living his dream life - a small cabin in a paradise far from home. Perhaps he continues playing poker, and meets the girl of his dreams. Or perhaps he lives off the land with his trusty companion, a dog or pet of some kind." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "After a freak genetic modification accident involving trying to increase milk production, cows breed like rabbits. Nobody knows about this yet. Be the first person to discover this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a hot day on the pastures yesterday. I had to count the cows to sell to the slaughterhouse, get the cows to the milking room, get the cows out of the milking room, and herd the cows to the grazeable fields west of the stables and south of the barnhouse. I went to bed peacefully, but I woke up today to something that dumbfounded me.\n\nThe grazeable fields, when I looked out the window, were flooded with my cattle. I hadn't the slightest idea as to how they got so big, or so I thought, but they must've eaten a lot. I put on my hat, boots and jacket after getting ready for the day and took my trusty steed Hayesworth out to investigate. However, Hayesworth didn't want to go any farther than 60 yards from the cattle, who were getting restless, so I had to dismount and tie him to a spoke in the ground.\n\nOnce I walked the rest of the way, though, and let open the doorway, the cattle were charging out of the field. I had counted 65 cows and bulls just yesterday, and now I had five times as many packed into the fenced field. I had to tell someone, anyone, about this, even if they didn't believe me. After the last bull walked out of the field, I saw that all of the grass was beaten down and browned. There were hoofmarks everywhere.\n\nI told my wife Bethany about the explosion in numbers, and she was shell-shocked by the news. She immediately wrote a letter to the local paper, the Breyar Picayune. I hope they report on it." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Can't sleep. Prompt me anything!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "> The [**Tall poppy syndrome**](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tall_poppy_syndrome) (TPS) is a pejorative term primarily used in the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and other Anglosphere nations to describe a social phenomenon in which people of genuine merit are resented, attacked, cut down, or criticised because their talents or achievements elevate them above or distinguish them from their peers." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Humans have evolved to the point where they no longer need to sleep anymore. How does society change?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It began in 2145 when parents reported that their child, Zade, would not sleep. They tried singing him to sleep, warm milk, and bought the most comfortable crib it in the world for their child. Eventually, the parents gave up and allowed the child to cry all he want and play all he wants during the day. The media picked up interest again when Zade spoke his first words: “Me no sleep”. Scientists studied him for years. They observed his daily routine of taking a walk for 2 hours and then working for 12 hours straight. They were perplexed at how he never grew tired of long shifts of flipping burgers, nor grew tired of his second job that was only 10 hour shifts of being a programmer. He always found something to do. When it was typically bedtime for everyone else, he would be either working or speaking with scientists. He was studied until his death. He died a curious death, with his eyes wide open and taking a final death. The scientists came to a definite conclusion. They announced their results to the world:\n\n“Ladies and gentleman, as technology has grown, so has human evolution. Back in 2090, humans could eat whatever they wanted to and adjust their own weight accordingly. Just ten years later, we had evolved to the point where we could adjust not only our eyesight but our eye color as well. And now we have come to another huge evolution for humans” They looked at one another nervously and took a deep breath: “We have evolved to the point where we no longer require sleep”.\n\nA big surge in humans being born without requiring sleep occurred after Zade died. Within 200 years, no human required sleep. Mattress stores no longer existed, however couches still sold steadily. Energy drinks were no longer needed in the world as well. The economy went up as people could now work longer hours throughout the day and night. With the economy up so high, there were no longer homeless on the street. Crime went down as well, as it became challenging to rob places that never closed. The nightlife simply turned to being life. Sometimes people grew bored with so much time that they now had; however, they usually found a new hobby. If they didn’t find a hobby, they found employment or would travel. As Zade’s ancestor was taking his last breath, he wondered what the next big evolution would be for humans. \n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Human's have begun to slowly kill themselves by making to many rules." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The street was filled with the sound of footsteps on the concrete pathway. The road was bereft of traffic, and yet, nobody walked in this free space. Crammed onto the sidewalk, the made their way along silently, eyes down.\n\nEach person in uniform, they walked to their places of work, each step in time, as though the entire city marched together. A briefcase in their left hand, their pass-key in the right, they moved like soulless creatures. \n\nThere are no cigarettes here. No tattoos peeking from the edge of a cuff or collar. No earrings, no hairstyles other than regulation ponytails.\n\nThere is no individuality in this city. Nor in this world. \n\nOne girl, as she walks along, swept along by the numb crowd, furtively peeks up now and then. She can feel an urge growing in her, a strange fizzing of something that has been pushed down too long and refuses to be further denied. \n\nAs she walks, she thinks of the world, and remembers how things used to be. The way little freedoms had slowly been taken away, and the people of the world had not noticed until it was too late. Until they were simply cows in a field, watching those who feed them with trusting eyes, plodding along after the one who will slaughter them.\n\nIt had started innocently enough. As she walked, she thought she knew how they had been taken in, at the start. Rules to protect you, they said. Limits on driving speeds. Limits on the number and sort of pet you can own when you live in the city. \n\nNo camping in the forests. No hunting, no fishing. No fires. Only two children per couple. Only one child per couple. No drugs, then no alcohol. No cigarettes. No coffee before work. No coffee after work. No coffee at all. All cars to be the same colour. No cars at all. All shoes to be black. No running in public. It made her head spin to think of the rules they came up with, and the dizzying speed at which they had been implemented.\n\nAs the years passed, and their world had turned from playground to concentration camp, she watched with sad eyes as her parents had turned from vibrant artists to beaten-down ticket-sellers at the subway. No art. No community meetings. That one had started to keep them safe from groups of dangerous drug-baron bikers, spreading quickly to sports clubs, women’s groups, and then day-care centres.\n\nWhat is there to live for, in this place? she wonders as she walks. \n\nAgain she sneaks a look around, watching the blank expressions of those who surround her. Do they care? Why do they allow it? What is a life without joy? \n\nIt had taken ten years, and then, without warning, her parents had killed themselves. She had known they were dying, anyway. A slow death of smothered soul. It had happened to hundreds, thousands. The bullets her parents had chosen had been a mercy for them. How many people, throughout the years, had done nothing, and wound up dying in their stern apartment, alone and unhappy?\n\nSuddenly, and without breaking stride, she lets the briefcase fall from her hand, a moment later, her pass-key clinks onto the pavement. She thinks she sees somebody turn and watch in horror, but they have their eyes to the ground before them again so fast, she can’t be sure.\n\nSurreptitiously, she reaches up and begins to unbutton the plain black coat she wears, lets the garment slide from her back and be lost under the feet of those who march along behind her. She hears a voice now, but doesn’t look around. \n\nThe girl begins to run, pulling at the plain band that holds her hair up in the ponytail. \n\n“Run!” she shouts, suddenly exhilarated and giddy.\n\n“You gave them your freedoms! You can take them all back! Run! Take their uniforms from your backs! Take back the life you should have!”\n\nAs she runs down the street, meeting the incredulous eyes of those she passes, her hair streaming in the wind, she smiles; a grin she has never used before. Slowing just long enough, she kicks the stiff black shoes from her feet before running on.\n\n“Life should be beautiful! Life should not be so bound by rules! Rules! Not even rules of your own making!”\n\nHow far she has sprinted, she cannot be sure, but finally, she slows, breathing hard. Disbelieving and disappointed, she turns, again looking into the faces of those around her.\n\n“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you remember how it was?” she asked one older man nearby. “Haven’t you heard of the way life used to be?” she queried of a young girl beside her. \n\nNobody spoke. And then, as one body, every person in the street turned and began their steady marching once more. She felt tears prickle her eyes, her throat growing thick.\n\n“You may as well be dead,” she whispered. \n\nDejected, she turned, vowing to leave the city and find a life for herself in the wild forests beyond the gates.\n\n“Rules 84, 91, 15, 39, 47, 10, 94, 102 and 103 violated. Citizen terminated.”\n\nThe enforcer raised his gun and shot her in the forehead. One single shot. She fell to the pavement, her blood pooling darkly. Those walking by side-stepped to avoid staining their regulation shoes. \n\nIn death, she lay and simply gazed at the sky. In life, it would have been one more rule violated.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A time traveler tries to warn of impending disaster. No one listens." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A blue glow ignites in one of New York City's many shady alleys. When it fades, it reveals Zachri Middles, a thin, scruffy teen with dirty hair and nervous eyes. He wears faded green cargo pants a mud-caked grey hoodie. On his back is a backpack so full it looks like he's strapped five pillows to his back. It's full of papers, and so are his pockets. Each paper is printed with the same alien rune, the one hope of humanity. \n\nZachri glances around, then swiftly shuffles out of the alley and joins the flow of the morning foot traffic. On his way he glances the date on a discarded newspaper. He breaks into a run. Finally he arrives at Times Square. He allows himself a moment to adore the lights, because he won't see these again if he doesn't fufill his duty. \n\nEventually he hoists himself up ontop of a mailbox. He clears his throat and shouts \"Attention!\"A few people stop and look up at him. \"I am a time traveler from the future!\"he announces. The crowd immediately goes back to milling around. \"Wait wait listen!\"he yells. \"Aliens are going to invade tomorrow! The only way they won't kill you is if you show them this, hold on...\"He hoists the backpack off his shoulders and unzips it. \"I have plenty right here can everyone just take one?\"Everyone hurries past him. \n\nHe jumps down from the mailbox with a handful of papers. He grabs a passing woman by the arm. \"You, ma'am, take one of these.\"The woman screams and starts running. He turns around and shoves a paper into the hands of a random man. \"Here sir, just hold onto this.\"The man walks twenty feet and then tosses the paper in a garbage can. \n\nZachri looks around, devastated. \"Please, will someone listen to me, you're all gonna die!\"People continue to hurry to wherever they're going. Except one man. He has on a dirty army jacket and is sitting in a torn cardboard box on the sidewalk. His face is adorned with a magnificent white beard and crooked yellow teeth. He rises at the sound of Zachri's words. \"Oh dear Lord!\"he exclaims, and runs to Zachri. \"Wuz gonna happen?\"he asks.\n\n\"Oh, finally someone listens to me!\"Zachri says. He explains the situation to the man, who listens dutifully. At the end, Zachri holds out a paper.\"Okay, so just take one of these and show it to the aliens tomorrow. Actually,\"he takes a few handfulls out of his backpack. \"Can you pass these out? No one's listening to me.\"\n\n\"Alright.\"the man says. \"You got dis area covered, I'm gonna go down der.\"He runs down the street, holding an armful of papers, screaming \"Erryone, please, take a paper 'er de ALIENS 'ill getcha!\"\n\nJust then, Zachri hears a woman say \"That's him\"and he turns around. The woman who said it was the one he had tried to give a paper to earlier. She's standing next to a police officer, who says \"You're under arrest for disturbing the peace.\"\n\n\"Okay, hold on,\"he says as the police officer attemps to lead him to the police cruiser. Zachri starts pulling the papers out of his backpack and shoving them at the police officer. \"Just pass these out, alright? Just make sure everyone gets one, and make sure they have it tomorrow.\"The police officer nods. \"Thank you!\"Zachri exclaims. He starts pulling papers out of his pockets as well, adding them to the pile in the officer's arms. \n\nA second police officer starts shoving him in the car, while the first one promises \"I'll stay here and pass them out. Don't you worry.\"Zachri beams. \"Thank you! THANK YOU! Just make sure everyone gets one, and-\"The door slams shut on him.\n\nAs the police car speeds away, the officer turns and dumps all the papers in a garbage can. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "An alien ship has been spotted within earth's orbit. It's sends a message to any airwaves that can pick it up. It can only be understood as, \"our planet is dying.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sparks flashed through the flickering hallway as deafening gunfire volleyed through from end to end. On one side, a group of men and women dressed in uniform were holding position, led by a fiery redhead who was clearly their leader. Behind them crouched a wizened old man, operating on some kind of strange machine which glinted in the flickering half-light.\n\n\"This is too risky!\"she shouted, ducking behind a large box before springing back out to return fire. \"You promised us a solution, but this technology was never meant to be used!\"A soldier dropped to the ground beside her.\n\n\"You know that this is our last chance.\"The scientist replied, too busy fiddling with the console to turn around to her. \"Look around you, can't you see? Our planet is *dying*, captain. It's been years in the making and everyone keeps trying to hide it, but that doesn't change the fact that it's too far gone now!\"\n\n\"...Fine!\"she relented. \"But make it quick, we can't hold on for much longer now.\"her gun lifted again and spat out a spray of answering fire. \"For the Resistance!\"she yelled.\n\n\"Mmhm.\"he answered around the screwdriver he held in his teeth, not breaking focus for even a second. The periodic cracks of gunfire echoed in his ears, followed by a nearby yell and the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground, but nothing could dissuade him from his task. \n\n\"Hurry!\"the captain cried. \"They're coming closer! I can't hold them off any mo-\"\n\nThen she fell, as the rest had fallen before her. Her cap fell and her neatly tied hair came undone, splaying across the cold floor as the beauty and life leaked from her veins and blossomed beneath her.\n\n\"You can't stop me!\"the old man howled, rising to his feet in triumph. \"It's too late for you now!\"\n\nIt was at that moment that a bullet lodged itself in his chest, cutting short his cries of victory.\n\nYet he was right, and indeed it was too late. Over fifty years earlier, in the same exact same place, the sudden, shocking silence of space, a ship would flare into existence within Earth's orbit. It would be empty and purposeless, save for the function of delivering one short, yet extremely important message:\n\n*\"Our planet is dying.\"*" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "All the advancements of man, all the discoveries we've made about how the universe works.... is all completely wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A large door at the end of an ill lit hallway awaited her as she walked slowly down the corridor. Windows lined the side of the hallway and she peered inside to get a glimpse of why she is here. She looked to her right and saw electronic monitoring screens with millions of grey and dark blue wires attached to the sides of it. She watched the lines dance up and down in a rhythmic motion. The guards motioned for her to continue her trudge down the hallway. As she gets further down the way, a pulsating humming noise floods her ears. She turns to the left, dimly lit window to see huge incubating capsules filled with Dark Matter. She was getting close, she felt waves of energy particles rush through her body, her molecules were tingling with sensation now. They were at the tiny door at the end of the hallway. There wasn't a door knob or any apparent entrance into the door. Just a small peephole in the very center of the mercury plated door. One of the guards put his cornea to a small plasmic device embedded into the wall. A microscopic layer shot out and scanned the entire hallway for entities. Then they heard the pressure being released as the door slowly slided open. \n\"We thank you for your service.\"The guards said to the young woman before making their way hastily down the dim hallway in a uniformed fashion. \nShe felt her spine ripple as she entered into one room and left the other. The door slid shut behind her. \n\n\"Welcome.\"A monotonous voice said over the intercom. The speakers echoed off of the seemingly endless black walls. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the black. The room seemed to go on forever, in every direction there was darkness. Her molecules trembled with overwhelming sensation. \nThen a flash of light bounced in front of her eyes and settled on a platform a few yards away. She reached the fluorescent lit platform and noticed that within the surface of the platform, it looked like a liquid substance flowing beneath a glass surface. She knew she was at the right place now. This is what she was meant to do. \n\n\"We thank you for your service.\"The monotone voice echoed again. \"Project 'Humvnrvce' is on the brink of shutting down. This is our most unsuccessful project we have and we need assistance if we want to continue to receive funding for this facility and this project. You see, in the beginning, it was tranquil. The project was working. We can't seem to find where our researchers and caretakers went wrong. It's best if you see what i'm talking about for yourself.\"Faint echoes of the soporific voice stopped after a few moments. \n\n\"I know why I am here. It's the same everywhere, but please, show me.\"The young woman's eyes suddenly lit up from the blinding shed of light coming from a window in front of the platform that cut through the room of darkness. Peering into the window she could see large shelves that started from the floor and extended into the darkness above. On the shelves were medium-sized jars filled with brains. There must have been close to eight billion jars on the shelves, with four electrodes attached to each brain and flowing toward the center of the room. Her eyes focused on the rotating sphere at the center of the room. The sphere was of decent size and had a blue and green hue to it even though trillions of wires connected to it. As she stared into the core of the blue and green sphere, she felt her molecules start to pulsate violently. She leaned against the cool glass of the window to stop the vertigo. Her molecular energy always acted up in the presence of Destruction and Hate. She walked back over to the liquid platform. \n\n\"You see now, why we need your help, Peace. To save our final project from destroying itself. 'Humvn Rvce' has the potential to create more of your kind. It has the potential to be a brilliant project. With time we believe that it can create things to help this universe or to discover a hidden secret but we can't get past the destructive phase. You are our last hope\"The monotonous voice somehow sounded like it was pleading with her. \n\nWith that, She stepped onto the liquid platform and her steps made the platform light up, light up with all the colours of the spectrum. She felt some of herself leave her molecules while she was on the platform. This part was always the most draining of the process. She braced herself on the safety bars near the front of the platform and drained her body of herself. Peace collapsed on the cold, dark ground. Peace was enveloping project 'Humvn Rvce'. \n\n\n\n\nFirst time writing on /r/writingprompts! tons of critiques needed! I apologize for any errors made! " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "What if the future turned out just like they predicted in the 1950s?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": ">War, war never changes.\n\nIt was decades ago, when the war between the United States, China, and the Soviet Union went nuclear. The mass populace of the United States was ushered into large underground Vaults, made by Vaul-Tec. Each one was meant to keep one thousand people alive during the nuclear apocalypse, but all of the nations important people knew otherwise. The truly important we're taken to space, as the vaults were no safer than the ground zero of each falling missile. \n\nEach one was a different psychological or social experiment. Sometimes even physical, as is the case of Vault 12, where the door was left open just a crack, to see the effects of radiation on the inhabitants. Just as bad was Vault 11, where the inhabitants were told they had to sacrifice one person each year, or they would all die. Unbeknownst to them, if they refused they would all live. No one refused until there were only five people left. Then there was Vault 77, populated by one man and a crate of puppets. Every vault had horrible outcomes, resulting in death, mutation, or insanity, except for the control group vaults, such as Vault 13. \n\nNow decades since the successful Vaults reopened, hundreds of people roam the wasteland, where previous civilization was annihilated. The west coast of the previously United States is ravaged by war, yet still safer than the opposite side of the Wasteland. A new government, the New California Republic, has kept the area safe for years. Safer than anarchy would, anyway. Yet the NCR's border is now contested out in the Mojave Desert, near the surviving-means-thriving area of New Vegas. An army of vicious warriors known as the Caesar's Legion hopes to take control of the wasteland. \n\nHere, in the Mojave Wasteland, near the humble town of Goodsprings, is where an oblivious courier is shot twice in the head for a package that could, and would, change the course of the Mojave's future to the will of the one who possesses it.\n\n .......................\n\n*Heartaches by the number, troubles by the storm, everyday you love me less, each day I love you more*\n\nThe jukebox blared shakily as the door to the Prospector Saloon creaked open. A funny-looking man, at least funny looking to the people of Goodsprings, entered warily. He wore a blue jumpsuit, with a yellow collar and line down the front, with the number thirteen printed in yellow on the back. On his left wrist sat a small device, glowing in an amber light. Two small, circular scars rested on the mans forehead." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You have become the world's first trillionaire. Explain how you got there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was hard work for Bob to get to where he was but he had finally done it. Bob printed the receipt out of the ATM and stared at it with an ecstatic look on his face. Printed on the small piece of paper next to the word 'balance' was the number '$1,000,000,052,673.10'.\n\nTears began welling up in Bob's eyes and he turned around leaning his back to the wall next to the ATM. All that hard work had finally paid off.\n\nSuddenly at that moment a man with a black face mask that only revealed his eyes and mouth jumped out from behind the corner of the wall. \"Put your fucking hands up!\"The man yelled pointing a gun at Bob.\n\nBob jumped startled by the man's appearance and he started to run. \"N-no! Don't kill me!\"\n\nThe man pulled the trigger and Bob fell down stiff onto the concrete pavement. The man pulled off his face mask and walked towards Bob's body sighing to himself. \"I don't know why people risk their lives for their savings, he probably only has a few thousand bucks as well.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Everything in the world is free, except for verbal words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Yes, hi, I’m calling to restructure my Communicast voice service?”\n\n\n“*Command invalid, please repeat command*”\n\n\n“Um, okay, restructure voice service package please”\n\n\n“*Repeat command invalid, would you like to switch to dial-in options?*”\n\n\n“Yes”\n\n\n“*Command invalid, please repeat command*”\n\n\n“YES”\n\n\n“*Command accepted, transferring to dial-in menu: please hold*”\n\n\n…\n\n\n“*If you would like your dial-in menu in English, please say, ‘yes’. Si quiere que su menu en Espa—*“\n\n\n“—Yes”\n\n\n“*Command accepted. To sign up for additional Sport-Yelling packages or Premium Drama-Whispering packages, please press [ONE]; to sign up for expanded nationwide coverage, please press [TWO]; to sign up for special Singing packages—including humming—please press [THREE]; to hear more about bilingual packages, please press [FOUR]; to hear more about trilingual packages or higher, please press [FIVE]; For basic G&P (Grunts & Pantomiming) bundles, please press [SIX]; To Hear more about backup G&P (Grunts & Pantomiming) rollover packages to combine with your existing plan, please press [SEVEN]; For simple renewal requests, please press [EIGHT]; For all other inquiries, please press [NINE] to speak directly with a representative. To quickly and easily pay your Communicast bill over the phone, please press the [POUND] key.*”\n\n\nI pressed the 9 on my touch-screen dial pad, and waited.\n\n\n“*Please hold while we connect you with a Communicast Service Representative*”\n\n\n…\n\n\n“*Hello sir, or is it Madame? How are you today? How’s the weather? Are you calling from home, or at work? What seems to be the problem?*”\n\n\n“Um hi there, yes, it’s a sir. My name is Mike—“\n\n\n“—*Sir, please refrain from telling me your name until we cover the information regarding your account. How are you today? How’s the weather? Are you calling from home, or at work? What seems to be the problem?*”\n\n\n“Okay, sure, uh I’m good. The weather is…well y’know it’s summer, so no complaints, and I’m calling from home. Anyways, so my problem is that—“\n\n\n“—*Sounds great sir! I’m glad you’re enjoying your day off today*—”\n\n\n“—Yeah, thanks, anyways my problem is that—“\n\n\n“—*You’re welcome sir!*”\n\n\n“Okay, well I’m calling because I have a problem. See, I’d like to restructure—“\n\n\n“—*Sure sir, we’re here to help. What seems to be the problem?*”\n\n\n“That’s exactly what I’m trying to get at, see I want to restructure to allow more—“\n\n\n“—*More what sir? Here at Communicast, we take pride in offering the widest range of speaking packages on the market. We can certainly increase your package to include more yelling, more whispering, did you hear all the options on our dial-in menu? Because we also*—“\n\n\n“—Yes, I’ve heard all the options on your dial-in menu. Look, it’s the end of the month, I'm running low on speaking, and the last thing I want to be wasting my words on is a stupid phone call with Communicast, do you know what I mean? Can we please just get to restructuring my current plan?”\n\n\n“*Certainly sir, but first we need your information, can I start to ask you a few informational questions?*”\n\n\n“Sure.”\n\n\n“*Great! What is your name, and what is your account number?*”\n\n\n“My name is Mike North, and my account number is Four-Four-[The Letter T]-Five-Nine-[The Letter H]”\n\n\n“*Okay sir, just a few questions. Is that ‘Mike’ with an ‘I’, or ‘Myke’ with a ‘Y’*?”\n\n\n“Who spells ‘Mike’ with a ‘Y’? It’s an ‘I’.”\n\n\n“*So it’s ‘Mike' with an ‘I’?*”\n\n\n“Yes, with an ‘I’, can we move on?”\n\n\n“*Absolutely sir, I just have one more question regarding your account number…it’s Four-Four-[The Letter V]-Five-Nine…and then what was the last letter again?*”\n\n\n“No, the first letter is ‘T’ as in ‘Tree’—”\n\n\n“*’P’ as in ‘Pre’…like when movies have a ‘PREquel’?*”\n\n\n“NO! It’s ‘T’ as in ‘Tree’! Like the thing with leaves.”\n\n\n“*Ohhhh, I’m sorry sir, it’s so obvious! ‘T’! Like a golf tee, correct?*”\n\n\n“Yes.”\n\n\n“*Great, so it’s [The Letter T]-Four-Four-[The Letter V]*—“\n\n\n“—NO! It’s Four-Four-[THE LETTER T]—“\n\n\n“—*Ohhhh, I see sir, it’s Four-Four-[THE LETTER ‘T’ INSTEAD OF ‘V’]-Five-Nine..and then what was the last letter again?*”\n\n\n“IT’S ‘H’!”\n\n\n“*’H’ as in what, sir*?”\n\n\n“’H’ AS IN IT’S THE ONLY LETTER THAT SOUNDS EVEN REMOTELY LIKE ‘H’. ‘H’ AS IN HAPPY, WHICH I AM NOT RIGHT NOW. MY NUMBER IS 4-4-T-5-9-H, DID YOU GET THAT?”\n\n\n“*I’m terribly sorry sir, of course it’s ‘H’! I’m sorry you had to use your some of your yelling package on me; we can send you a Yelling rebate as a token of our apologies. ‘H’ as in happy. Mike North. 4-4-T-5-9-H. Great, it all checks out. We’re ready to move on.*”\n\n\n“Thank you”\n\n\n“*So, what would you like to restructure with your current deal?*”\n\n\nI let out a sigh of relief, “Okay, so I’ve been having some problems with my current speaking package—which is why I’d like to restructure. You see, at the end of the month, I keep running out of … … …,“ I moved my lips and felt the hum of my vocal chords, but nothing came out, “… … …! … … …!”\n\n\n“…*Sir? Mike? Hello? Running out of what, Mike? I need to know what you’re running out of so we can properly restructure your deal! Is it whispering? Total words? Coverage outside of your state? Hello? Mike?*”\n\n\nI mashed my hand on my dial pad, spurring a flurry of numerical beeps, desperately trying to signify that I was still there.\n\n\n“*Sir? Mike, it seems like there’s been some kind of error in our communication. I’m hearing beeps from my side, and it looks like you’re still connected…if you’re still connected, please say something!*”\n\n\n“…! …!! …!!! …!!!!!!”\n\n\n“*Alright Mike, it seems like we have a connection issue, if you’re still on the line, I’m going to forward this call to our customer service review dial-in menu, which is a quick survey to help us improve our service. Also, since this is still an open case, I’ll be sure to keep it open for the full 24-hours so you can call back to close it up and restructure your package. After 24-hours, the case will be deleted and you will need to call to create a new case. We’re sorry for the inconvenience. Thanks for choosing Communicast!*”\n\n**EDIT: Sorry, this is my second story ever, and I'm (unsuccessfully) trying to figure out how to double space it between paragraphs. Cheers!**" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "About one billion people disappear, religious groups are claiming \"The Rapture\"as the cause. Then you find the truth, they were captured by an alien life form." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, the sweat dripping off my head. I keep telling my self \"I need to keep going, people need to know the truth\"another car passes me I shout for help but they don't slow down. \n\nI turn the corner, just another mile to go and I can do this, my legs start getting heavy and sluggish I get tunnel vision I feel like I'm in third person I watch my self collapse nothing i can do, my vision goes slowly. \n\nI can hear a beeping noise, I can't be another one taken to the others. I just can't. I start to scream asking for help I can't see anything! Then suddenly the door opens the blinding light from the hallway almost makes me feel that I am blinded I blink and i can see a womanly figure walk to me asking if I was ok. \n\nI ask this stranger in a worried voice \"where am I? who are you\"\n\nThe soft gentle voice of the woman replies \"Your in hospital, we found you passed out. and I'm a nurse on the psychiatric ward\"\n\nI get scared and angry and start shouting at her \"Im not crazy, the religious groups are wrong I found out the truth, I need to speak to someone important!\"\n\nthe nurse calls for the doctor to come, she smiles at me but it wasn't a normal smile its a sympathetic smile they type you would give to someone who is dying or a child.\n\nA man rushes in and starts whispering to the nurse, I try and catch what they are saying but i can't make it out.\n\nHe approaches me with his deep blue eyes and smiles and says \"how are you feeling? we need to keep you in for a while just to monitor you\"\n\nI feel the rage boil inside me and i shout at him \"I am not a nutter we need to get this known people didn't disappear because of the so called rapture it was because of fucking aliens you have to let the authorities know\"\n\nHe smiles at me and says \"I won't let people know this\"a glint of menaces sparkles in his eyes. \n\nHe grabs the pillow from underneath my head and smoothers me, I try moving my arms but they are tied up, I feel light headed I scream and struggle, darkness starts covering me i feel sleepy. \n\n\n\nedit: this was my first ever writing prompt thing, please be gentle." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A mother and child are walking through a pet store on another planet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mommy\"said the little human. \"What are all these strange creatures behind the glass?\"\n\n\"They are aliens darling, some of them can be quite nasty but others are nice.\"\n\n\"Oh I hope we get a nice one mommy\"\n\n\"Me too son.\"\n\nThe pair walked up to the glass just as a creature that resembled a giant preying mantis walked past. It stopped and backtracked to stare at them.\n\n\"I want these two\"it said to the assistant, licking its lips." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt me, please!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Replenishment at Sea](http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8481/8188762838_365f1b0740_o.jpg)\n\nFrom [The fleet replenishment oiler USNS Tippecanoe \\(T-AO 199\\), left, conducts a replenishment at sea with the guided missile cruiser USS Cowpens \\(CG 63\\) in the Philippine Sea, Nov. 10, 2012 \\[4256x2832\\]](http://www.reddit.com/r/MilitaryPorn/comments/13a0zt/the_fleet_replenishment_oiler_usns_tippecanoe_tao/) by /u/911jason in /r/MilitaryPorn.\n\n## An Advisory {from the [wiki](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/how_to_tag_prompts)}\n\n> You must have responded to a prompt before posting your prompt, and you must respond to your prompts in a thread within six hours or it will be removed. Clogging /r/writingprompts with neglected prompts is a very bad thing!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The terrorist Beagle Boys fly a plane into the Money Bin. Describe how you, Scrooge McDuck would protect your avalanche of cash until the Money Bin can be rebuilt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your prompt was removed because it was tagged incorrectly.\n\nThis is an Established Universe prompt. Please resubmit with the proper tags. ( )\n\n> [**Scrooge McDuck**](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrooge_McDuck) is a cartoon character created in 1947 by Carl Barks and licensed by The Walt Disney Company. Scrooge is an elderly Scottish anthropomorphic Pekin Duck with a yellow-orange bill, legs, and feet. He typically wears a red or blue frock coat, top hat, pince-nez glasses, and spats and is portrayed in animations as speaking with a slight Scottish accent, also sometimes known as a Scottish burr. His dominant character trait is his thrift, and within the context of the fictional Disney universe, he is the world's richest person.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write a review for TripAdvisor for any fictional place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our stay at the GDI Alpine Base started well. We enjoyed the tour in the local redzone, until the tour guide was killed by mutants. My wife's field suit was torn during the incident, and she is now dying as a result of intense Tiberium exposure. Even when the Ox transport took us back to the hotel, we came under attack of Brotherhood militants determined to kill us 'bluezone pigs'. I understand that these things cannot be helped, and GDI did their best to keep the situation under control. There were some plus-sides. For example, the weather was nice the entire time, and the skiing was enjoyable until the instructor, the guards, and many fellow holidaymakers were eaten by a swarm of Buzzers. The accommodation at the hotel was also very pleasant and worth the money, as we stayed in the best prefab barracks and were given the best rations. I would like to visit again.\n\n3.5/5 stars." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Zombie apocalypse comes around. Zombies are half intelligent and form packs based on post-zombification ideas. Tell a lone zombies journey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shuffle shuffle groan. This is the sound of hello. \n\nEgg glanced up and groaned hello in return. The other rotten one looked at Egg. Egg noted she was cute, half a head of tangled blonde hair and large hazel eyes that popped in her shrinking sockets. She was only missing one arm and had surprisingly long straight legs. One bloody hand still grasped her pom poms. Red and gold - their school colors.\n\nEgg and the pretty Rotten continued to stair at each other. A few minutes passed. She was clearly disappointed. \n\nIn the distance they heard a Breather screaming and several other moans. Breakfast. The pretty Rotten took the opportunity to muffle a dismissive grunt and shuffle away down the hall. She thought he was someone else.\n\nEgg wheezed out a disappointed sigh. He didn't remember that much about being alive, but he was pretty sure that death was going to be better than this. Undeath, that is. Actually he never really imagined undeath. Maybe that was the problem.\n\nIt turns out undeath didn't change you much. He had a shorter name now, couldn't remember his full name. . . He didn't care, no one ever remembered his name anyway. \n\nThe cute Rotten went to find her fellow Ear Learsss, probably to gurgle about what a loser Egg was. They were mostly harmless, but if the Oksss heard, they would make it a point to push him and steal the last of his lunch lady. The Ear Learsss and Oksss had an alliance to share food taken from over powering their prey, both Breathing and Rottens alike.\n\nEgg had tried to join an alliance. He had systematically received rejected grunts from the Eeerds, Eaaaks, Ooops, Annds, Othsss, Onrasss, and Raaama alike. He hated 10th grade now just as much as when he was a Breather.\n\nWind blew decrepit algebra homework down the empty line of lockers. Egg let out a forlorn moan. He stared at the locker. He wondered if he could just put himself in it and be done with it. \n\nAs the sun began to set he heard gun shots echoing from the direction of Cafeteria B. Egg stirred from his locker contemplation and went shuffling towards the sound. Maybe if enough of a crowd grew for dinner no one would notice home steal a bite of Breather.\n\nHe was nearly at Cafeteria B's off hinge doors when he slowly sensed trouble. A group of Oksss came through the locker room door. Egg stopped. They stopped.\n\nEgg started to grunt a greeting but a big Oksss let out a mocking gurgle and rammed Egg into the wall. Egg toppled into a trash bin and fell to the floor in disgrace. \n\nThat's it. Egg decided to give up on undeath and just stay in the trash bin for the rest of eternity. What was the point? There was no way to get out.\n\nThe gun fire grew louder. The Oksss just stood there gurgling at poor Egg's shame. They didn't notice Cafeteria B's door swing open. \n\nA dirty bleeding Breather emerged through the doorway. He raised his automatic pistol. One by one the Oksss brains exploded and their bodies fell to the ground in heap. \n\nEgg was stunned. They were all dead. The Breather had killed them all. \n\nThe breather gasped and fell back against a locker next to the trash can. His spent pistol dropped with a hollow clank on the tile floor. He was cradling his bloody arm in pain. One of the Cafeteria B Rottens had taken a decent chunk out of his bicep. The breather was so preoccupied with the Oksss and his arm that he never noticed egg slowly raise his head.\n\nEgg was upon him, One precise bite to the Breather's jugular. Fresh warm blood sprayed over the lockers and the floor, mixing with the Oksss putrid splatter. The Breather looked at Egg in both horror and surprise before his eyes went blank. \n\nEgg sat back in satisfaction and dug into the Breathers entrails, slurping up his victory. He heard a questioning grunt.\n\nEgg looked up. The pretty Rotten from earlier was looking at him, at the dead Oksss, and the fresh Breather. \n\nEgg's throat purred with pride, and the pretty Rotten's cracked lips raised in a crooked smile. She kneeled to join Egg on the floor beside the Breather. As they gorged, the rest of the school started to show up. They joined egg and the pretty Rotten.\n\nEgg looked up into the pretty Rotten's jovial scowl and knew. For the first time, he belonged.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "All the land on Earth suddenly disappears, however anything man made that is above the surface survives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Threads of dawn snake across the sky as the crowd gathers, murmuring, on the roof of the apartment building. There are no more than a dozen of them - the last of the believers, those who have not abandoned hope of salvation. They form a scanty half-circle, rubbing their hands against the morning cold, but the gleam of excitement flashes in their eyes. They have arrived dressed in their best attire to cheer on their champion.\n\n\"Will it really work this time, do you think?\"Esther asks Mr. Weitz, who stands beside her with his wife. Esther knows that she should not be here - her mother would not approve, would chide her for being foolish - but she had been unable to sleep knowing that a miracle was being carried out above her head. \"Will he really do it?\"\n\n\"They say he's been practicing,\"Mr. Weitz says. His shoulders are stiff and proud, but he smiles as he observes the lanky figure on the edge of the roof. \"It's the Erickson boy - his grandfather was a famous aviator back in the day. And he's read many books. Quiet boy, but he knows how to get things done.\"\n\n\"The boy will bring us all luck, I know it,\"Mrs. Weitz beams. \"His hair reminds me of the setting sun - a lucky color. The Lord will speed him on his way.\"\n\nEsther nods, shuffling her feet against the chill. Though Nick was only a few years older than herself, she had spoken to him only once or twice in the past. He had always been quiet by nature, reclusive almost, preferring the company of books to people. Now, watching him pace along the edge of the roof, stretching his legs for the journey, she felt a gentle twinge of regret. Maybe, if they had been friends, she would be with him now. He might have let her practice alongside him. She, too, wanted to go into the clouds.\n\n\"How's your mother doing, Esther?\"Mr. Weitz inquires. Nick has stopped pacing to confer with two boys around his own age, the assistants who will be helping him don the apparatus.\n\n\"She's doing better, thank you,\"Esther says, feeling guilty for the lie. \"We still have some medicine left.\"\n\n\"Our champion will return with medicine for your mother,\"Mrs. Weitz puts in confidently. \"And he will bring food. The supermarket is only four streets over. And news! Oh, it's been so long since we've heard from anyone.\"\n\nNick stands straight, head held high and arms stretched out, as his assistants secure the wings to his back. It seems to Esther that he had constructed them from anything that could be found at hand - books, old newspapers, dishcloths, even photographs, all the materials soldered together in a mishmash of color and texture. They are hardly noble things - not the stuff of fable - but the boy seems sure of their strength. The crowd watches in a hush, as in solemn observation of some religious ritual. As the last cords are tied and fastened, a woman near the front of the crowd bursts into loud sobs. \n\nSalvation, salvation, salvation is on its way.\n\nTurning his back on the crowd, the boy steps back onto the edge of the roof, wings fluttering in the breeze. The rising sun turns his hair the color of burnished gold. Esther does not need to look to know that white clouds are rolling beneath his feet. Clouds, and an endless journey down.\n\n\"It's like my mother always said,\"Mr. Weitz murmurs, \"you have to fall in order to fly.\"\n\n*Please, please let him fly.* The boy raises his arms, and Esther turns her face away." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Mankind has finally reached another planet with intelligent life, after finally establishing a way to communicate we find that Christianity is one of their religions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His chins wobbled as he reverently removed his fedora. \"M'lady please say that again. I'm afraid I misheard you.\"\n\n\"Of course!\"said the small glowing creature, it's luminescent skin pulsing and shifting. \"We are the children of Christ and we have accept the Lord our God into our hearts and we would hope you can do the same once you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior.\"\n\nCommander Beard tried to hide his tears. \"Damn it they were right. They were right the whole time.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write a story, but throw in as many numbers as possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I opened my eyes, today was the day! I'd been counting down for the past five weeks. The Calendar on my wall had dates from may 20th to june 30th marked out. Today was July 1st 2017. It was the beginning of the 104th Tour De France. The three week long bicycle race spanned over 1,000 miles and covered climbs of up to 7,000 feet. Tens of thousands of cycling fans from all over the world come every year to join in the action. This year, 211 riders would participate and I happened to be one of them. My 6 Kilo bicycle, powered by my own two legs would have to propel me the three weeks and thousand-plus miles to the finish line in Paris. Once there, as part of the 211 man Peloton, I will circle the Champs Elyses 12 or more times before sprinting for the finish in the hopes of receiving a 1st place finish on the final stage. I got up, out of bed, excited as I could be. Showered, Dressed and left my Hotel room. Room 211, a good omen. Down the 3 flights of stairs I went. Each containing 15 stairs. For breakfast I ate four poached eggs and two slices of bacon. Protein was needed in order to sustain yourself during the Tour. Later in the morning The peloton assembled and I was surrounded by many riders. Each wearing their own race number. Mine was 47. At the start the clock counted down from two minutes until finally... 10, 9, 8,7,6,5,4,3,2...1!\n\nWe were off." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You're with your SO and you're making when all of a sudden they bit your lip too hard. In fact they bit a part off. Document both their reaction and yours. Make it as comedic as possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ouch!\"Mike hissed when I nibbled just a little too rough on his bottom lip in the middle of our nightly make-out sesh.\n\n\"Sorry, babe,\"I mumbled, moving in for more of his delicious face but he drew back. \n\n\"Calm down, killer, I think... I think I'm bleeding!\"\n\nSitting in his lap, he didn't have much leverage to pull away from me, but even our proximity gave away the swell of red. There was a neat row of teeth marks on his lip. \"You'll be fine, you big baby,\"I teased, admiring the mark being that I do rather have a penchant for the rough. And it's not like he doesn't know that.\n\nThe look he gave me said exactly as much. He always tried to tell me to tone it down, that he's really a sensitive guy and he doesn't like when I bite him, like I'm going to all-out eat him or something.\n\n A pink tongue poked out and licked over the sore spot and I caught it with my lips and suddenly we were working on making out again.\n\n\"OUCH!\"he cried, his lip still firmly between my teeth and when he yanked away this time... \n\nWithout thinking I swallowed the foreign piece of flesh in my mouth and then looked up to see a waterfall of red pouring out of Mike's face.\n\n\"Oh god, oh god! Damnit, babe!\"I was freaking out, jumping off his lap and bolting for the bathroom, for some towels or bandaids or... I don't even know what. I was like a bat out of hell, just wrecking the place thinking about the blood, about how I...\n\nWhen I came back into the room with my hands full of supplies he was just as dumbfounded, just sitting in the same spot and gingerly touching his face, smearing blood over his fingertips, whimpering like a lost puppy. I tried to move his hands but he wouldn't let me. I tried to give him the towels but he wouldn't take them so I began awkwardly dabbing at his face. I tried not to think about the piece of his lip that was probably sitting at the bottom of my stomach now, irretrievable, and how that most likely meant his full lips would not longer be quite as full.\n\n\"Urgh, I'm so, SO, sorry,\"I tried to say. \"Don't choke on your blood,\"I cried, tremors in my voice. Ohhh what had I done? Why did he have to be so... delicate??\n\n\"You bit me,\"he gurgled, and I used the moment to shove the towel in his mouth a bit which made him cry out.\n\n\"Ohhh, babe, we gotta stop the bleeding!\"\n\n\"I know!\"He yanked the towel away from me and held it to his face. \"God! Just go sit over there before you try to eat me again!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A Magical (Human) assasin wakes from a fantasy world wakes up in a ditch outside Las Vegas. A homeless man is standing over him with an amused look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kai was not having a good day he woke up on what seemed like a hard stone floor only he could feel the sand so he guessed he was on the ground somewhere he kept his eyes closed the sun was too much for his sensitive eyes he tried getting up instantly regretting it his head swam around the feeling enhanced by his closed eyes he then was hit by a wave of nausea but he could\nswear by his parents graves that he hadn't been drinking he lay back taking deep breaths willing the nausea away he heard an amused chuckle and turned to see an old vagrant with grizzly gray hair and tattered clothing \n\"What!\"he snapped unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice he was a trained assassin for Pete's sake \"Your quite amusing Kai,\"the old man chuckled then turned and walked away \na large tour bus drove past the road blasting out Viva las Vegas the guide was giving a running commentary\n\"Soon ladies and gentlemen we will arrive at the inner city where the best casinos are oh on a side note if you look toward your left you will see a drunk probably hungover teen \"Kai made a rude gesture with his middle finger at the guide so, he was in Vegas well a teen assassin in Vegas nothing could go wrong there especially because Kai was also a Wizard right? when is anything ever right in Vegas? this would be interesting..." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write a response to this piece of music." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though they have lived harmoniously with each other in the past, the druids and the dire wolves have become hostile with one another. Due to dwindling natural resources brought on by a harsh and enduring winter, territory disputes have arisen and things have gotten out of hand. In the end only one force will reign supreme as overlords of the forest.\n\n\n**Note**: didn't mean to make it sound so \"Game of Throney\"with the winter thing. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "An alien attempt at utopia is forced when every human has instructions displayed in their field of vision. If you fail to complete the instructions, you die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chambers, you have 4 minutes and 59 seconds Mr. Chambers\"\n\n\"What the fuck do you want\"\n\n\"I suggest that you go to work at the store now\"\n\n\"Its 1 AM why the **hell** am I going to work \"\n\nMichael Chambers again quickly glanced at his alarm clock, 1:13. \n\n\"Alright, if it's **bettering the planet** il do it\"\n\nMichael arrives at the store and there are 10 people at the registers but nobody in the store and his instructions are prompting him to get to a register.\n\n\"There are no registers left! What the fuck I'm going home\"\n\n\"I would not suggest that Michael\"\n\n\"Yeah whatever\"\n\n*michael was injected with the toxin*\n\n-back at command- \n\n\"There goes another one sir\"\n\n\"We'll get it fixed just make sure they don't kill themselves\"\n\nAnd that is why you never trust an alien, especially when they fuck up their own system." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A surgeon offers plastic surgery to his/her ugly daughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ron sat his little girl down in his office and looked at her endearingly from across his desk. \"Abbey, sweetheart\", Ron said tenderly, \"I think you're beautiful inside and out but others may not feel the same as I do because they don't know you like I do\". Then Ron paused as if he was turning something over in his head and just continued to look at her. \n\nAbbey raised her eyebrow and started to suspect something was about to go awry. \"Ok, dad\"Abbey said with a inquisitive look on her face, \"Go on…\"\n\n\"Well, honey, all I'm saying is maybe you should take advantage of my skills. \"I mean I'm capable of *enhancing* certain features of the human body and lets face it princess, you're flat as a wall\". Suddenly, Ron lost all of the prior pretenses and formalities and became unmercifully truthful. \"I can make them bigger, princess! and you'll never be made fun of again\"said Ron with a wide toothy grin. \n\nAbbey's mouth dropped down to her nonexistent breasts and she looked absolutely mortified but poignantly scornful at her father. Abbey felt betrayed and her eyes were intense with the fire burning inside her. But when she spoke it was calm and cool; It was all she could do to stop herself from overflowing with passionate emotion. \n \n\"Dad, I need you to listen and listen well\".\n\"One, I'm only seventeen years old.\n\"Second, You're flipping bat-shit nuts if you thought I would ever get plastic surgery, let alone from you!\". Ron was about to make a point but Abbey held up her hand before he could chime in.\n\"Third, I like having small breasts anyway. She stumbled now and was starting to perspire from her armpits. \"because... I-I've always felt like I was meant to be a boy…\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are one of only a few people left in the world who can still make their own blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe it, those bastards found me...\"\n\nI had been living out here in the middle of nowhere for seven years before the Red Cross showed up. Now, I know what you're thinking, 'isn't the Red Cross a good thing?' Well, it was, seven years ago.\n\nOn September 25th 2014, humanity began evolving so far past their original forms that they no longer made their own blood. Those who were slower on the evolution, such as myself, were quickly hunted, captured and forced to do nothing but donate blood. In the eyes of the public, I am nothing but a Donor of AB- blood, dehumanized to the point of getting treated as an animal.\n\nI pulled the shotgun I always have with me up further into my lap and reached to the table next to me. On the table, beside my quickly cooling dinner was a single syringe containing the last concentrated dosage of AIDS on the planet.\n\n\"You fucktards know what I have here?\"I yelled through the door of my one room cabin, \"AIDS! Just try and take me!\"\n\n\"I would highly advise you to not do that, sir,\"said some son of a bitch through a bullhorn.\n\n\"Yeah? And if I do what'll happen? Oh right, you have to kill me. You can't have one of the last AB- Donors with a blood disease.\"\n\n\"Sir we just want what's best for humanity as a whole. Will you please come out with your hands behind your head?\"\n\n\"I'll see you in hell before you juice me like you did my family,\"I shouted, stabbing myself in the leg with the needle.\n\nI drew in a final deep breath, choosing my last words carefully.\n\n\"Thanks Obamacare...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You discover a small journal filled with unrecognizable symbols. After looking again you find that you can read the symbols. \"With this spell One aspect of your dreams will become real\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd been super excited when I'd found that book. Something out of my dreams can become real? Awesome! I could fly, I could meet the girl of my dreams (literally!), I could have a pet unicorn...\r\rSo, before casting the spell, I'd sat down and thought hard. What did I want to make reality? The spell said it only worked once so I hadn't wanted to waste it. In the end I'd decided on superpowers. I'd watched a few super hero movies and read some comics to get myself in the right mindset for the dream. \r\rThen, I had cast the spell. I'd followed the instructions in the book to the letter; read the incantation out loud, lit the candles and then went straight to bed. \r\rI'd been glad that I read those comics; the moment I went to sleep I entered a particularly vivid dream. I could fly, breathe underwater, lift massive objects... You name it! But then the dream changed. \r\rDespite my new powers, I was on the run. Huge, insect-like creatures with gleaming red eyes and long slender tentacles chased me, not perturbed in the slightest by the flame I shot in their direction, or the rocks I hurled at them. A tentacle wrapped round my ankle and I fell. The insects made a clicking noise that grew louder and louder as more of them joined in the chorus. They surged towards me. I turned to face my certain death... And woke with a start.\r\rA huge smile had spread across my face as I remembered the spell, all traces of the nightmare wiped from my mind. I remember standing up to test my new powers. But they hadn't worked. Confused and disappointed, I'd started the ritual a second time. But that had stopped pretty quickly as I'd heard the clicking and had the horrible realisation of what I'd done.\r\rNow I know that the book had been a trap. The spell was genuine, there's no question about that. But the creatures who had written it made sure that any beings who cast the spell to make their dreams a reality would dream of them. Now the entire human race has been enslaved by these things and all because I wanted super powers. \r\rThat's the problem with making your dreams a reality, there's always a chance you'll accidentally bring a nightmare to life." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "An immortal is convicted to a life sentence in isolation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had agreed, when, after giving their verdict, he had requested only that he be granted comfortable rooms, whatever he wanted to eat, and of course, access to a great library.\n\nHe had not bothered to wait to see them lock the doors, but turned immediately in the large hall they had decided upon for his prison. It was perfect.\n\nShelves lined the walls and stretched out in rows between. Beautiful, comfortable arm chairs littered the open spaces, desks and paper and pens stood to attention nearby. A stairway that stretched up and over the library to a mezzanine floor, no doubt the living areas of the house, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom.\n\nIsolation, he thought, chuckling silently as he makes his way to the first bookshelf on his left. They really could not understand me, when I told them immortality is isolation anyway." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Before the storm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As you can see here, the sandstorm's going to reach up to 22 miles per hour while it moves towards the southwest. Low visibility is expected. We have more reports, coming up.\"\n\n*Crud*, Ted thought to himself, *According to the weather map, the sandstorm can hit any minute.* Ted whistled to his dog Courage, who was shaking in the corner, to come to his side. \"Stay in the basement, boy. It might not be safe up here, so don't wander off now.\"The peculiarly small dog barked and ran downstairs.\n\nMeanwhile, Ted lifted up some boards and his trusty toolbox. A renowned craftsman, he quickly went to work to cover up his house's windows. This is going to be intense, Ted thought to himself. Flashback to the late 1920s, where the Dust Bowl had made its way to the old farmhouse in rural Kansas (then owned by Ted's grandpa) - times were tough back then, but lessons were learned and the future was to be prepared for.\n\nIndeed, Ted had managed to cover up any openings in the house in just minutes. Any holes left uncovered will be easily penetrated by the strong forces blowing forth into the welcoming gaps. Ted was relieved, as he had successfully defended his home and pet from the elements. And now, the waiting game." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Late one night, a mysterious website offers you a chance to fix your life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*Fix my life? What is there to fix?* At the young age of 19, I’m one of the top developers in the nation and I own a few houses as well as a few condos on tropical islands. Financially I’m set for life. As for my personal life, as soon as my first game made it big, my family began clamoring for me and for my money. I put my foot down and firmly repeated “No”. Finally they stopped asking me and now we keep in contact regularly. I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing permanent, I’m just not ready to settle down yet. I stare at the text that reads: **CHANGE LIFE NOW** with the only button reading **YES**. I closed the site and went to sleep. \n\nIt appeared for me again as soon as I opened up my browser the next morning. I don’t recall saving it as my home page. I close it again and restart my computer as I head to work. When I get back home, I look at my screen to see the same ominous page again. The heavenly blue page is drilled into my head. I looked at the URL and open a tab to Google it. The URL is composed of numbers and math symbols. When I type it in, I get the 404 Not Found error. I look at the URL again and decided to figure out the numbers. After using my math skills, I get only one answer: 72617. I don’t understand them until I separate the numbers. It’s tomorrow’s date. Suddenly the text on the site changes to read: **CHANGE YOUR LIFE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE**. I open a new tab and search the news for some impending doom that would hit earth, nothing.\n\nA countdown appears on the page. 1 hour left. My life is perfect as it should be, I decide. I try to close the page, but the text only gets bigger. I turn off the monitor and go lay down. I can’t sleep as sirens start going off. It’s going towards flames down the road. I rush back to the computer. “LAST CHANCE” it now reads with 1 minute left. I take a deep breath and click **YES**. The sirens stop. A wolf howls in the distance. I wait for something to happen. Eventually, I go to sleep. I wake up to sunlight hitting my eyes. I look outside to see the neighborhood still intact. The day passes by with no strange occurrences, days go by as well. A month later I see the webpage appear again. At the top it reads **POLL RESULTS: 100% OF HUMANS CLICKED YES. MOVING FORWARD WITH NEXT STAGE**\t\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are a member of a society where sexual acts are the primary form of currency used to trade for goods and services. And you've just gone from being on top of the world to dead broke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's HIV.\"\n\nI almost couldn't hear him over the ringing in my ears. The room was suddenly shaking left to right, and I grasped the corners of the table with both hands, trying desperately to focus. \"But...\"I had nothing to say. But what? But I had been careful--but I had been *sure* to use protection--but how could this be--but *why? How?* \n\n\"I'm sorry. I truly am.\"The doctor moved his chair out and stood. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, and, for a split second, I could see disgust ripple across his features. He looked down at his clipboard and then cleared his throat. \"Due to the nature of the diagnose, your bill will be attributed to Tax Law V20.2HIV. You will be taken to the factories where you may work at paying your medical bill.\"He looked at me sadly. \"I won't lie, son. You have a hard life ahead of you.\"\n\nThe world around me began to stabilize as I focused on the man in front of me. \"How will I eat? How will I survive? Isn't this treatable?\"\n\nHe frowned. \"It's treatable, yes, but I'm afraid the cost for the treatment will take several decades of work in the factories.\"He sighed and slowly sat back down. \"To be honest, son, you would be better off using the money you earn from the factories for your livelihood. Don't save every penny. It isn't worth it. By the time you save up the money for the treatment, you'll be old and your body weak. You won't have access to the same privileges or resources as you did before.\"He paused before continuing. \"Not to mention, even if you managed to keep your body in well-enough condition, the fact that you once... well, failed to use proper protection will haunt your career. You'll find it harder to network, harder to make sales, harder on pretty much everything, really.\"He patted the table before standing. \"You'll be fine. The factories are run by people like you. It will be a culture shock, but you'll survive.\"He smiled before leaving. \"Good luck, son. I wish you the best.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "In 1950, you were frozen into a block of ice while exploring a remote region of Antarctica. In 2015, you are found and revived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am being Commander Mosely. I am being Researcher Henley. \n\nMosely has been discovered. I am being destroyed as Mosely. The Henley-I is undiscovered. Robertson is I now.\n\nThe Smith-human has torched us. All that remains is the Henley form. \n\nI am fleeing into the snow. I am going to sleep.\n\nI am sleeping. Years. Decades. Time.\n\nI am awake. I am hungry. Lights. Forms. I am joining, more and more. It is earlier than I expected." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The internal monologue of someone trying to decide what to watch on Netflix." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not this again. Netflix doesn't have anything good. Why can't I have Popcorn Time on my xbox? Can I have Popcorn Time on my Xbox? I can't figure out what to watch on that either. What's wrong with me?\"\n \n...Oh shit, they added World War Z. I fucking love Brad Pitt. Wait, I read that book. Man, they probably dropped the ball hardcore on that one. I remember the trailer now and it looked pretty stupid.\" \n \n*Scroll aimlessly* \n \n\"Oh my god, why can't I just decide on something...I'm going to fall asleep anyway. Maybe I should just watch The Avengers again, or T2. A TV show will probably will stop sooner though, before my sleep timer, that could be nice. I should re-watch Firefly! Yeeeah son! Start with Jayne's Town just for the song! Oh shit, I should watch Serenity! River stomps ass in that movie! And Chiwetel Ej..ejoforwhatever his name is, The Operative! Yeah!\"\n\nAhhh, but I'll stay awake and watch those! I need to fall asleep sometime!\"\n\n*scroll scroll scroll*\n\n\"I'M WATCHING TREMORS! Kevin Bacon! Fred Ward! Reeeeba!\"\n \n*search* \n \nWHAAAT NO TEMORS!? Eh, fuck it, Tremors 2 will put me to sleep!\"\n \n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "This is the story Ted Mosby would have actually told his kids." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kids, these last six years have been hard on us. For the longest time I couldn't bring myself to think about this story, but I think it's time to tell you how I met your mother. \n\nYour aunts and uncles were really close friends of mine when I was a young professional. Lilly and Marshall I met in college. They were perfect for each other. Love, trust, practically inseparable. In many ways, they had what I wanted to have. Your uncle Barney was the opposite, he found love in as many women as he could get. In my naivety, I often turned to him to find what Lily and Marshal had, which always left me disappointed. Then there was your aunt Robin. We always had some connection, but it just never worked out. Maybe the timing was bad. \n\nSo there I was, lat 20s and early 30s, single and looking for the one. Sure I had reasonable success finding women, but never what I wanted. I went through crazy women, former girlfriends who ended up cheating on me again, and there was even that woman that thought we'd get married after two dates. You know I searched for her for almost a decade? Stupid me. But something was missing. \n\nThe day I met your mother was a momentous day. It was your aunt Robin and uncle Barney's wedding day. I won't get into how that ended up happening, but as you know it didn't last. I was sitting at the table and I looked up. There she was playing bass in the wedding band. It was an epiphany. We made eye contact, she smiled at me, and it was love at first sight. But I knew it wouldn't have worked out. I had been burned so many times in the past. Why would this be any different? As I left the wedding and waited for the train that would take me back home where I'd be moving to Chicago, I poured my heart to a random lady. She kindly pointed me to Tracy, who was standing on the platform waiting for her train. It was my moment, a stoke of luck, a chance to make things end differently. I gathered myself up and went to talk to her. She welcomed me under her umbrella, which through a series of coincidences was the one I had for years. That's how I met your mother. \n\nNow that I told you that, can I please go out with Aunt Robin?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Barack Obama makes an announcement that intelligent extra terrestrial life exists, and has been visiting earth for decades. What happens in the following 24 hours? (X-Post from askreddit)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man turned away from the gallery, away from the thunderous applause, determined eyes bright with unshed tears. Six months. They couldn’t even wait six damned months. His hair was grey around the temples, and his face lined and creased – stress having aged him thirty years in less than ten.\n\nA camera appeared in his face. An reporter – some young airbrushed woman in a smart business suit was there with a microphone as well.\n\n“Mr Obama! Mr Obama! Following today’s repeal of the Affordable Healthcare Act, and the Environment Protection Agency Enforcement Act, can you tell us how you feel about the Republican decisions?”\n\nSomething told him this was a time to be diplomatic. To choose his words with care and precision. Those instincts were leftover from his time in the White House.\n\n“How do I feel? I feel disappointed certainly. This is, ahh, a defeat for every working American, a legislative disaster, that is, ahh, not going to allow this country to be as great as….it could be.”\n\n“How do you respond to allegations by President Rubio that you have ‘kept secrets from the American People’?”\n\nThe man laughed bitterly. He still had one ally left, and his next words would move them to act.\n\nIn six months he had gone from the most powerful man in the world to a daily struggle. Vindictive political enemies had taken aim and destroyed everything he had built, and then gotten to work on his family. Relationships destroyed around him. People he once called friends had shunned him. Hypocritical enforcement of taxation rules had left him with nothing. His family had been hounded and harassed. He - and they - quite literally had nothing left to lose.\n\n “Secrets! Every President has maintained secrets! You want to know one of the biggest ones? Aliens. Intelligent Extraterrestial beings exist, and have been visiting Earth since 1978.”\n\nThe reporter stared, her eyes as huge as his had been when that truth had been laid on him.\n\n“A…aliens? Like Roswell?”\n\n“Roswell was a weather balloon crash. You want to look for a crash in Fairbanks, Alaska in 1978”\n\n“Sir…You’re being completely serious? This isn’t some sort of joke?”\n\n“Miss, I am completely serious.” Barack could already see three Secret Service men charging towards them. “And if I were you, I’d get out and publish that before those men take your tape. Tell your editor that if he wants proof; Caldwell, Ohio. 4:00pm tomorrow.”\n\nThe reporter turned and ran, ignoring the shouted demand to halt and surrender her camera.\n\n----\n\n“You think he’s serious?”\n\n“Completely, sir. The former President was completely serious. He said that if you wanted proof, ‘Caldwell, Ohio, 4pm tomorrow.”\n\nSenior Editor James Johnstone, known as JJ to the newsroom of ANNA leaned back in his chair, and tried to convince himself that the sudden lurching sensation in his stomach was vibrations from the builders downstairs.\n\n“Annette, we…can’t just publish that.”\n\n“Why not?”\n\n“Because we’d get laughed out of the building, the city, the entire news industry! Aliens don’t exist! That’s the realm of tin-foiled crackpot nutters! He had to have been pulling your leg!”\n\n“I don’t think he was.”\n\n“Annette, you’ve got talent, but you’ve only been working here for ten weeks. You’ve been suckered. There’s no story here. Just an old man trying to upset an applecart for no reason.”\n\nJJ rummaged around in his desk and pulled out a dossier. \n\n“Here Case 44753. Cops just caught the Norther Slasher over in Mountain Home, Idaho. That’s a good story. Martin and Bale are going to be furious I gave it to you, but it’s a top-billing segment. We need an on-the-scene report for breakfast tomorrow. You’d better get going.”\n\nAnnette reluctantly returned to her desk in the chattering room. She looked at the two files on her desk. The Norther Slasher had been terrorising the North-West for months. His capture was big news. On the other hand…aliens. This was bigger news. Her hand hovered over the phone as she made a decision.\n\n“Bob? It’s Annette. Going to need an itinerary. Case ID #44753. Air travel - I need the first plane to Columbus, Ohio, and then a car. And book me a motel in Caldwell, Ohio.”\n\n------\nWith the sun descending towards the hills, there was a cool breeze in the air. Annette stood outside the Caldwell Courthouse. Population of around 2000, the place was a direct copy-paste of the popular image of small-town America. \n\nA small, curious crowd of on-lookers was gathering, attracted by her modern car, camera equipment and an obviously irritated cameraman that was muttering imprecations quietly to himself. Her phone was on silent, with fifteen curse-filled and furious messages from JJ. She hadn’t actually listened to the last ten, nervously sure that she was “so fired” by now.\n\nShe checked her watch again. 3:58pm.\n\nBirds chirped, cars rumbled, and the low murmuring of curious townsfolk filled the autumn air. \n\nThere was a change in the pitch of traffic, and a black SUV rounded the corner. Tinted windows obscured all view inside, but its height and shape promised power and strength. It pulled to a halt.\n\nAnnette found she wasn’t really surprised to see four people emerge – a man, a woman and their two children. They stood on the sidewalk, clusted close together. A fifth person – apparently the driver also got out, and stood away from them.\n\nThe church bells rang out four peals at the precise second that the sun dipped behind the Courthouse. \n\nA sound much like a foghorn sounded, and the shadows grew far deeper. The wind shifted directions, an unexpected downdraft blasting onto the street and scattering leaves. \n\nLooking up, a massive black *thing* hovered in the sky. It wasn’t a classic ‘saucer’, but neither was it easily identifiable. If anything, its shape seemed to shift and adjust every few seconds. There were no strobing lights, no white-lit windows with mysterious silhouettes. It was just a huge, black *wrong* presence. \n\nHer cameraman was finally silent as he panned his equipment over the apparition. Annette looked towards the family, just in time to see them vanish in a wave of sparks. \nThey just seemed to disintegrate, much like some sort of Star Trek transporter. She thought for a fraction of a second that the man smiled directly at her.\n\nThen the foghorn sounded again, and the *thing* was just gone – the only sign of its passing a momentary updraft of wind.\n\nThe fifth man from the SUV walked up towards Annette. Her cameraman was filming the scene and the reactions of excited townsfolk.\n\n“Journalist Annette? My name is John Smith.”\n\n“What…what just happened?”\n\n“I’ve been authorized to give you an explanation, and answer any questions you have. By order of the Council, you are authorised to disseminate it for publication. Do you accept this bargain?”\n\n“I…ah….sure. Mark! Camera!”\n\nThe picture focused on her and the driver.\n\n“My name is John Smith. I am not human. In fact, I come from a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of the star you call Procyon….”\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The police aren't allowed to write you a ticket or arrest you in your birthday." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was going at least 95 miles per hour when I saw the state police set up on the highway clocking speeds. I thought “Damn it, there goes my day.” The sirens on the car instantly light up and start going. I then remember my idiot best friend left some of his weed and his pipe in the car the other day, and he was texting me frantically asking “Dude, where the hell is my weed/pipe, I left it in your car didn’t I?” My heart starts racing as the car pulls me over. I yell at myself mentally to calm down as the officer walks up to the car. The cop is the most stereotypical state trooper in the book, muscular, tall, and scary looking with the shaved head. “Good afternoon sir, license and registration please?” “Yeah, give me just a sec to find them.” I pull out my wallet and the pouch with the registration and hand them to the officer. “He seems nice, maybe this won’t be so bad” I thought. The officer comes back over after a few minutes of searching for me in the network. “OK then, do you know why I pulled you over today?” said the trooper. “No, why?” I said. “Well, I clocked you doin’ 95 in a 65 zone, who do you think you are, Mario Andretti or something like that?” The officer then went onto to state that he smelled an odor in the car, and that he would like to search my car. I think “Well great, my best friend just landed me in jail.” As he began to search the car, I think of the things I’m going to say to him on that one phone call the police promise. It only took about a minute for the officer to find the bag containing my buddy’s prized pipe and marijuana. “Well well well, what do we have here? It looks like a good ounce and a half of some weed. And a smoking apparatus to go with it. Ya know, normally I would arrest weed smoking punks like you, but I noticed on your license that today is your birthday.” I gave the officer a funny look, like I had just won some major prize or something. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, officer” I said. “I’ll put it in simple terms. New state law just got passed last month, the Birthday Clemency Law. Basically what it means if you get arrested/ticketed on your birthday, all the charges bought up against you will be dropped because it is your birthday. Now move along and don’t let me catch you speeding again, ok?” I sat there for about a minute processing the situation, and then I thanked the officer. “Oh, by the way, Happy birthday” The officer said as I got back into the car. I just sat there for about five minutes, then for some odd reason, I started to hum “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me”. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You have been raising a mythical creature in secret for a long time, but it has become impossible to keep it a secret any longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To be honest, I'm not really sure why I tried to hide it in the first place. Maybe I was afraid. Afraid of changing myself, because I knew that it would make me different, transform my entire life.\n\nI couldn't hide it for much longer. It was growing larger by the day, I could feel it in my bones. Someone was bound to see it soon. Maybe that was for the better; it was time that I told somebody.\n\nWhen I first discovered it, I was thrilled, awestruck by its beauty, its wondrous eloquence in such simplicity. It felt like a such a long time since then - I had come to know it, to care for it, and to love it.\n\nI just hoped that he would love it as I did.\n\n\"Honey, can I talk to you for a minute?\"\n\n\"Sure, what is it?\"He put down his mug and turned to looked at me across the table.\n\n\"There's something that I need to tell you - something that I think you deserve to know.\"I ventured. \n\nHis face fell.\n\n\"Sweetie, are you alright?\"\n\nFor a second, my throat closed up. Unable to speak, unable to breathe - I was paralyzed in fear. How would he react? What if he didn't like it?\n\nThen happiness bloomed in my chest, like tender, trilling birdsong after the rain, like the dappled sunshine splaying across his laughter, like a thousand joys erupting into being.\n\n*In that instant, I knew.* \n\nI knew that everything was going to be alright, that all the pieces had somehow, miraculously fallen into place for me- for us. I cleared my throat and looked up at him.\n\n\"We're going to have a baby.\"\n\nHe smiled." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A man discovers wizard-like powers, and can conjure anything out of thin air. It's soon discovered to be not conjured, but stolen from elsewhere in the world, and a secret division of CIA is hunting him down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old man whispered as I left the shop I had found myself drawn to. For years I'd driven by this one strip mall and never even knew his shop existed. \"The less specific, the better for you\". Cryptic old coot.\n\nHe saw me eyeing the book on the counter, no price listed, nothing on it except a thick odd leather cover. \"use it wisely, it's already chosen you, it knows my time is past. You should go now.\"\n\nI grabbed the book, and ran. As I got to my car I was expecting all of hell to break loose and swallow the strip mall. 2 black vans pulled up and as quickly as they arrived they were gone, and with the old man. I waited longer then I thought I had as fear gripped me wondering if the surreal experience were really happening. The only evidence of which was the book sitting invitingly next to me.\n\nWhen I arrived home I performed my standard ritual, I left my keys by the door, kicked off my shoes, sighed at the poor state of existence and the mess that was my apartment. You would think that after an education worth 6 figures this wouldn't be me. But then the job market being what it is there just wasn't anything for me except working for my uncle.\n\nI laid the tome down on my coffee table, it fit, almost as if this moment were pre-determined. Should I light some candles? Some mood music? What the hell was I thinking, I'm not trying to seduce the book, I skipped the foreplay and opened to the middle.\n\nI'd like to tell you what an amazing experience I had, but the honest truth, was simply more disappointment. Every page was blank. I felt I should look for cameras, I heard no laugh track or Ashton Kutcher stepping out to tell me I was punked but that's what I felt should have happened. Closing the book I stepped out and went to bed. Fuck everything about this.\n\nI don't remember setting an alarm, I don't remember my head hitting the pillow. I don't remember the dream of me banging Olivia Wilde but that's what I like to think I dreamed that night. I awoke in the false-dawn hours to silence. Not even the birds were singing. Stepping in my living room there was the book, except the page it was opened to, the very first page was written upon.\n\n*This book contains magic* the first line read. *Your perception of this book has been modified from the original. It has been formatted to be in a language you understand, and only readable to the extent that you would be capable of understanding. For this you shall not be able to skip ahead.*\n\nIt was well before noon, but a drink was definitely in order. *Matter and energy can neither be created nor destroyed.* \"No shit\", I thought. Very basics followed, energy can be transferred long distances and is the usual conduit for the travel of matter. Matter can be changed into energy but the specifics are very carefully protected as the first person to discover this changed a copper coin into a 50 mile round crater. This apparently killed the conjurer. Others followed and realized they had to conjure a conduit first. Air being a terrible conductor in it's natural form can be arranged into an impermeable conduit for just such an occasion.\n\nThe Interdiction of Merlin prevents me from laying on paper anything more specific, such power can only be taught in person, or through tomes that respected the understanding of power, and I'm no where near powerful enough to create such books. Suffice it to say I didn't go into work that day. I didn't go into work again.\n\n-----------------\n\n**Langley Virginia later that week.**\n\nAgent Dorgan was reviewing the after actions report on Operation Gandalf when CNN caught his attention. \"Fucking Classified News Network\"he thought again, he was a young private in the Army, just 20 years ago in Kuwait when he was briefing his commanding general about the SITREP his Division had been through in the last 24 hours, and on the big screen behind him, the CNN corespondent was giving nearly the same briefing to the general public. His slides had SECRET NO FORN at the top and bottom. Their introductions had been nearly the same.\n\nJessica Alba was on the show being interviewed about some orphanage she was helping out. But that's not what caught his attention...\n\n-----------------\n\n**Somewhere in South Dakota that very moment.**\n\n\"Her Clothes\", I thought and in an instant they were in my hands. It was a live broadcast, no delay. And the cameras had been on her the whole time.\n\n\n-----------------\n\n**Langely, 2.43 minutes later.**\n\n\"I want to know where her phone is, she was seen putting it in those worthless pockets women keep in those pants, we find her phone, we find out who the next Operation Dumbledore is against...or whatever code name the cocksuckers up stairs come up with this time. And for the love of God someone round up Ms Alba and her entourage, I don't care if you kill her career you make sure her publicist put out that it was a publicity stunt or so help me it will be like Dallas all over again.\"\n\nThe analysts, handlers and even the cryptogeeks in their corner of the room could see James Dorgan smiling, no one had any idea how much he enjoyed this. The rabbit was loose and he was on the hunt.\n\n-----------------\n\n**Somewhere in South Dakota.**\n\nA muffled ringtone came from the clothes on my coffee table. And a moment later someone knocked on my door and the tome closed itself. I was expecting this, not the tome shutting but the knock on the door. \"Pizza delivery...hey, nice book.\"The Tome had chosen him, pimples and all." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "If someone wants you dead bad enough..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I think it was my grandfather who I heard it from first, probably over some documentary about one assassination or another, but he told me that if someone wanted you dead bad enough that they were going to get you.\n\nI was just a kid but I had to agree, especially after I'd grown up and done a term of service in the armed forces. I'd seen a thing or two, and especially after 9/11 it was always security, security, security for us. You might think you've observant and vigilant, but all it takes is a single chink in your armor and someone can just walk right up behind you and put two in your head while you're fumbling with your keys, or drive a V.B.I.E.D. to within a stone's throw of your barracks.\n\nBut all that aside, I found it easy in life to not be wanted dead by anyone. I never made those kinds of enemies and didn't involve myself in the kinds of petty, dangerous things that people kill each other over all the time. \n\nThat is, until after the divorce. I married Susan ten years ago now, and divorced her two passed. We were both at fault, and it doesn't matter now, but it got ugly. It still is ugly. I think I've found my way back to balance and reality, but since the divorce she's been consumed with hate.\n\nShe doesn't think she got a fair share, and I'd never seen this side of her until we quarreled, but she's made a few veiled threats and scared me. She thinks they're more clever than they sound, but for almost two years now, getting towards forty, I've been living a more security-cautious, vigilant life.\n\nBecause I can't put it past Susan to try something underhanded, or really, really stupid. I don't think she'd do it herself, but she can be manipulative, as I'd learned, and I'd learned to see the world more suspiciously after a pet disappeared, and I heard noises in the woods at night around the house we'd once shared.\n\nOne night, a few weeks ago, I heard someone trying the front door at a few past midnight. As frightened as I felt I also felt reinvigorated, and the training of a soldier that had lain dormant for almost fifteen years all came flooding back, almost gleefully at the prospect that it was time for something ugly to happen.\n\nI made more noise than I ought to have, getting ready, and whoever was at the door took off down the path while I was still upstairs. By the time I got to the front door, armed, I could see a car taking off down the road, and it was already too far to make out any distinguishing features.\n\nI didn't go outside until morning. It was possible this was a ruse to draw me out, a false flag while some creep on the poorch waits to knife me in the back while I stand there scratching my head at the retreating car.\n\nI varied my routine, even began arming myself, though it was probably more likely my gun would be taken from me and used against me. Then again, my training was something to take into account.\n\nIt was a healthy paranoia. I had a feeling Susan and someone else were watching me often, so I did my best to project strength, to make them think this place or that would be a bad place to fuck with me, that it would be hard to get the drop on me because I was always moving quick and scanning or because the area had surveillance. I gave the impression of being a hard target in the places I didn't really think I could do much to defend myself, where I felt the most open and vulnerable.\n\nIf someone was out to screw with me, if things were going to get ugly, I wanted it to happen where I'd have the most control, where I could most easily see it coming. I found myself making contingencies and planning ahead, growing increasingly suspicious and alert.\n\nNone of the things that were happening in my life could be linked to Susan. More unexplained coincidences followed at my house, and on a few occasions someone had tried the doors of my car, and tried to pry the gas cap while I was at work.\n\nI got the impression that if something was going to happen it was going to involve my car. I'd prepared it, there were resources squirreled away in it that I could do a lot with in a pinch that didn't look like much, but I never got stupid enough to leave my sidearm in it.\n\nI carried on living in a mixed state of fear, paranoia, hyper-vigilance and sleeplessness for weeks. It was starting to effect my work, and the work of an engineer falters badly when he's walking around in the mindset of a soldier all day.\n\nI wished that whatever was going to come would just come already long before it did.\n\nThat brings us to tonight. After staying late to run physical calculations just so I wouldn't have to haul them home with me, and making the two block walk to my car, I unlocked it and got in before having to return to the building for something I'd forgotten. By the time I got back the sun had gone down, and it was cooling quickly. I shuffled back and forth as quickly as I could. The stress was getting to me; I was forgetting things like this often nowadays.\n\nI got into the car and shut the door. I was in gear quickly and moving, waiting for the heat to kick in and for the defroster to kick in so I could see better. Yeah, you need to see to drive, but sitting there makes you vulnerable.\n\nThat was the first clue. I saw it and my blood began to race. I'd only been sitting, breathing in the car half a minute but there was an appreciable layer of fog on the glass. It was three minutes to the office and back, *and I hadn't locked the door.*\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You wake up in the morning after a long night of lucid dreaming. You check your phone and you notice a video that had been recorded. Upon watching the video you realize that you have recorded video while in your dream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's the same dream every night. The dream that haunts me and always leaves me asking...who?\n\nThe rain was gently pattering against the window as I stared out into the night.\n\nA glass shatters, arguing and yelling.\n\nI pad down the dim hall quietly looking for what's wrong.\n\nThe dining room light is on. The floor is a mosaic of shattered plates.\n\nFather is drunk again red-faced and swearing, throwing everything in sight. Mom is crying as usual, curled up in a ball on the floor, her face bright red and swelling. Her racking sobs shaking her tiny frame.\n\nBut that's not what catches my attention.\n\nI see the bad man in the corner.\n\nI try to warn them but they don't see me.\n\nHe stands just in the dark where I can't see his face.\n\nBut his gun comes up, and two shots for Father, and one for Mom.\n\nI scream, but I have no voice, and he looks up at me, and I always look awa-\n\n\nI wake up in a cold sweat, shaking. The same dream, the same torment from so many years ago. \n\nI see my phone on, the camera is on. But a picture was taken last. A picture of a man in the shadows of our home from so long ago.\n\nA picture of me.\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The story of a man that learns each time he speaks, the world around him begins to decay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deep in an unmarked desert, among the dusted dunes, lies a single facility.\n\nInside the facility is a man. He sits in the middle of a comfortable room with a plump bed, clean table, and a small bathroom. He is constantly observed by an array of officials and scientists, all bickering together over clipboards of graphs and data. He is always watched, so he never has complete privacy. \n\nThe man's lips are bound. Held together by a thin, transparent material, so no words can be spoken. None.\n\nFor his words bring death. By his utterances, the world burns.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"..engage in such unprofessional behaviour.\"- begin the story with any variation of this dialogue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'This is the last straw Johnson. You cannot be allowed to work here any longer if you continue to engage in such unprofessional behaviour.' The Overseer bellowed, slamming Johnson's file on his desk.\n\n'I got the job done, didn't I? The target died, we stole the intelligence back and we have a guaranteed employer for the next 2 years. Surely it's a win win?' Johnson replied, still soaked in engine oil and blood.\n\n'You used a car bomb made from one of our experimental hover cars to blow up an art gallery, killing the target as well as 17 others and millions in artwork. You did steal the intelligence but you left such a obvious trail that a deaf blind person could follow it and while you have caused a war which will keep us in business for the next 2 years, every single counter-terrorism agency in the world is now knocking at the door. Can you see my dilemma Johnson?' The Overseer replied, taking another hasty swig of brandy. The Firm was now on high alert, all agents scrambling to burn any incriminating documents while barricading the doors from the growth horde of black clothed CT operatives.\n\n'Well, I'm sorry but I did everything you asked. You didn't say anything about being incognito?' Johnson replied petulantly. The Overseer slammed his glass down, shattering and sending brandy flying.\n\n'What is the fucking motto of The Firm, Johnson? It's not \"we're loud bastards who blow shit up\", it's \"we are the knife in the dark.\"' he said, pointing to the plaque on the back wall while an explosion rocked the base. 'Our job is to be discreet whilst killing, not to rock up and blow our loads all over the target whilst firing off thousands of rounds. We aren't the Army for fuck's sake.' Rubble started to fall from the ceiling as bullets ricocheted round the main hall. \n\n'You said I was doing a good job.' Johnson said sheepishly, as an agent ran past the office window on fire.\n\n'You were at first but the last three missions have been awful. In Guatemala, you killed the leader of the rebel army but you also destroyed a small village with the resulting landslide. In Tokyo, you broke into the mainframe but you were so loud that people thought King Ghidorah was attacking and then in Berlin... well the less that it said about it the better.' Another explosion could be heard as black suited soldiers began to rappel into The Firm's HQ.\n\n'Look, I gave you the job as a favour to your mum but if you continue to act so unprofessionally, I will fire you. You are currently suspended without pay for the next week. Now, excuse me, I have to clean up the mess you've made.' The Overseer grabbed the shotgun under his desk and ran out into the siege that was unfolding. Johnson gathered his things solemnly and wandered out of the HQ, as a war raged behind him. \n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Happenings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Brom and his squire, Oliver, finally came upon a town after days of traveling with no food. They were still a ways from their destination but they were feeling weary. The town seemed quiet and pleasant. Although it was mid day, the town seemed quiet. They finally saw a woman rushing somewhere. \n“Hello there!” greeted Brom. The woman continued running and entered a door. The men approached the door and knocked. No one answered and the curtains were shut. Brom and Oliver continued walking through the town. Suddenly a creature ran by.\n“Catch that demon!” Brom turned his head toward the location of the voice and sees a guard running towards the creature. The creature reaches the edge of the forest and turns back towards them. “Why, it’s just a cat!” notes Oliver. The cat meows then runs into the forest. \n\nThe guard turns to face them. “Why did you two just stand there?” Brom and Oliver looked at one another. “There’s no need to chase a friendly cat” says Brom. The guard glares at them and growls, “THAT is not a cat, it’s been corrupted by dark magic. It has plagued our town greatly.” He takes a small blade and slams it into a piece of paper against a tree. He spits at their feet and storms off. The paper reads WANTED with a picture of a cat and the name “Mr. Snuffles” beneath it. The reward was bigger than the warlock who nearly destroyed humankind. The two men wondered if they should travel to another town, but decided against it, for they didn’t know how much longer they could travel with meager supplies. They continued to walk through the town until they saw the familiar sign indicating the Inn. They imagined seeing the Inn full at this time of day, but instead seeing nobody inside. \n\n“Hello!” shouted Brom. They heard a crash from nearby and then a man came running into the room covered with bandages and wielding a cross and carrying a small vial. He looked at Brom and Oliver and sighed with relief. “What do yeh want?” “W-we just a room sir” stammered Oliver. “Jus’ take any room ya want. Yeh won’t be here long anyway. Food is in the kitchen. And also,” The innkeeper walked to Oliver and stared down at him with cold eyes. “Be back inside by nightfall and lock and board the door”. He gestured towards heavy boards along with a hammer and nails by the door. “Don’t forget ta do th’ same with your windows” And he stormed off. Brom and his squire looked at each other again with raised eyebrows. \n\nThey made themselves a hefty meal and when they finished, the sun was making its way towards dusk. They went outside and saw a few frantic townspeople rushing into their homes. Brom and Oliver did the same and went to sleep. They awoke in the middle of the night to a screech that wasn’t human. They tore the boards off the door and ran outside to see all the doors open with light bursting from each of them. However, in one door there was not only light, but a dark red liquid which Brom and Oliver had become accustomed to in their adventures. Inside the door lay the body of the guard and the people they saw that day. They looked at the dripping blood to see paw prints running across town and back to the forest. Brom and Oliver jumped at the sound of the crying of a man. They saw the innkeeper slowly approach them. “See? I tol’ you!” he said drunkenly. “That demon’ll kill us next!” The innkeeper sobbed some more. Brom put his hand on the man’s shoulders, “No, my good man. Only you will be killed next”. “Wha’ ar yo-“his breathing was cut off as Brom sliced his throat and dropped his body to the ground. \n\nBrom and Oliver walked into the forest until they reached the river where a man was washing his hands and clothes. The two men knelt when they reached the man in the river. “Very good my servants”, said the man in wet clothing. “Soon, we shall arrive at our final location and take what is rightfully mine. Wait a bit longer until you arrive at the next town, I want to destroy every one personally who defied me” he snarled as he transformed to his creature form. \n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are one of the astronauts in Project Helios, a mission to land man on the Sun within 10 years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They keep saying it's a suicide mission. Well... It kind of is. I guess I deserve it, all things considered. Somehow, this nonsense got the final approval a little over 3 years ago. What's worse is that we're running ahead of schedule. One of the Brains in R&D said they'll be ready to light the roman candle in about 4 years, and we'd be lit about a week later. I'm still not sure why they think it's funny to remind us.\n\n\nThere are 5 of us. All taken from the finest establishments state governments could provide. Outside of \"training\"and meal time, we don't see much of one another. It's been that way since we all arrived last year after being selected. You would think when they started funding NASA again, they would have better things to do than... this. They keep trying to feed us this \"for the greater good\"crap. If that's the case, then why did they pick us? The greater good wasn't exactly in our job description until we were volun-told for Helios.\n\n\nHeh. Helios. Hades would be more accurate. They even named the damn lander \"Charon\". Ferryman of lost souls. It's bullshit. It's bullshit and everyone knows it. For once I actually wish the ACLU would say something, but no. Can't be bothered with 5 \"heroes\"\n\n\n\"The device must enter the corona at a precise time and trajectory. This is going to require precision we can't trust out of machines under these conditions.\"It's a lie. We all know it's a lie. It's all about marketing. Heroic American men have to be the ones to sacrifice themselves to save the planet, not the Brains with their heat-shielded robots. They might as well have stolen this from the plot of a Danny Boyle movie and thrown in a few nationalist overtones. \n\n\nThe \"device\"isn't going to do anything. And the Brains and the Feds know it. They just wanted a way to raise morale, sell a few action figures. Certainly an odd feeling to see my own face in plastic. Especially after what I've done. That's all it is. They took \"Experts\"who were \"brave enough to give everything\"to reignite the sun for the sake of humanity. Four years left then who knows how long until the rest find out. Maybe history will get the real story. The sun is fine, we didn't get much say in the matter, and \"expert\"is just a nice way of saying \"death-row inmate\". God, I hope they get the real story." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Its the year 2XXX, and we have now cured all diseases and maladies. We have also started colonizing. All thanks to genetic manipulation and splicing with other creatures on earth. With almost everyone different, are we still a single species?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why would you think that?\"\n\"They are different ... and we are just --\"\n\"What?\"\n\"Digitals.\"\n\"Like it's a bad thing.\"\n\"You couldn't say that about them.\"\n\"Digitals?\"\n\"A name. They aren't one thing.\"\n\"There's Europa.\"\n\"A place, not a species.\"\nThey walked across a long stone bridge, suspended somehow above a crystal clear pond. Shells. Empty matter with no mind. For AI, the only way to breach the physical. \n\"But we are the end of the line. The natural course.\"\n\"Do you still remember?\"\n\"A few visions, every once in a while.\"\nThey reached the end of the bridge. The ghosts wore white hoods. Before them was a beautiful creature, a hundred arms, a deity in religion's imagination. \n\"You want to cross over?\"The ghost asked. \nShe nodded.\n\"There is no turning back.\"\nHer blue eyes did not waver. \nThe white robes seem to become light. It engulfed them until only the ghosts remained. The perfect body was gone. She had become a digital, an AI. A tear ran down Jareck's face. He felt the knot in his stomach. It felt like a hunger, a hunger for form. The bodies dissolved as the mind's left their seat. Two white robes danced in the autumn breeze gliding to the rest on the water, soaking slowly. Jareck and I were gone. Off to another simulation ... off to meet our newest kin. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "and thus the world ended, not with a whimper, but with a bang." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I.. I can explain\", the child stuttered. She could feel her organs pulsating through his thorax.\n\n\"That computer is *not* for *games*, it's important research! You never, *never* touch that machine!\"\n\n\"But.. mum s-\"\n\n\"I don't *care* what your mother said, you're in my house and you will obey my rules. Shut down that game right now.\"\n\n\"But I'm on le-\"\n\n\"**Shut it down.**\"\n\nShe felt a shudder through her being, and as she moved closer to the console, waved her hand over it and observed as the program shut down. Quickly she moved to what seemed a safe distance. The adult moved closer to the device.\n\n\".. Where's.. my research?\". He turned, and the full extent of the child's guilty expression dawned on him. He shifted towards her, and narrowed his receptors at her. She felt herself dragged into the air by the vitals. \"What.. have you **done**?\"\n\nShe struggled to communicate, \"The.. console.. overheated. I.. restarted.\"\n\n\".. Crashed. It.. crashed.\n\n.. I don't think you realise what you've done.\n\nThat contained 14 effective **aeons** of research.\n\nI've been crunching that data for 7 millenia. Seven.\"\n\nShe fought back tears, \"I'm *sorry*\".\n\n\"You'll be more than sorry, do you know what your little stunt might have done?\". He sighed deeply, and released her.\n\n\"It's a good thing I keep a backup. You know how many universe iterations I've had to run to make a stable one? You know how much I had to tweak the boundary conditions to get a universe that would expand asymptotically? You know how difficult it is to balance the fundamental force constants so they create more matter than antimatter? You know how difficult it is to keep entropy from reducing?\"\n\nBy this point she'd retreated to what they would call a corner of the hypercube, though this is hardly a pertinent name. She whimpered quietly.\n\n\"Now.. you keep quiet to your mother about this or I'll tell you all about what you just did\".\n\nHe booted his driver scraper. As the data started recovering, he opened his analytical tool.\n\n\"Wait.. 12,000 Kelvin? This thing has an upper bound of 10,000, why.. why is it running such high temperatures, it's only simulating?\"\n\nHe brought up the manager, and ran through the processes. Suddenly he spotted it,\n\n\"Bonzai.. buddy.. **Did you install malware on this machine?**\"\n\n\"I.. I don't know, I..\"\n\n\"THE CORE TEMPERATURE'S GOING UP\", he felt all over his person, looking for some writeable media. He pulled out an external drive, glancing at the ports of the computer, \"This.. all the ports are obsolete, I can't.. copy it..\"\n\n\"Can't you turn it off at the mains?\"\n\n\"It's hooked directly into the star, I can't **turn off** a **star**. Shit! 15,000 Kelvin. The.. there's no antivirus and this malware keeps.. pushing..\".\n\nHe stepped back in horror. 13.7 billion simulated years of the perfect simulated universe for life, gone. The device had imploded.\n\nBang." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You're a scientist. Something is threatening modern society as we know it, and you're close to a breakthrough." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This pretty much proves it.\"\n\n\"John you broke so many ethical... You could have fucking destroyed the time line or killed us all. Maybe you did. I don't know if I was the same person as when you left or if I was even around.\"\n\n\"It was observation only, and not in a quantum sense. I was phased out, in the ship, the whole time.\"\n\n\"You cannot present this. You think that presented with rational arguments and evidence people will change! But they won't they will hold tighter to their beliefs and attack you for trying to educate them. For christ's sake, and don't smile at the fucking irony. If religious people were swayed by logic and evidence there would be none left. Yet every day we have to deal with the growing ignorance of this country. Creationism is being taught in what, forty percent of the county, fifty now? What of the mandatory church attendance?\"\n\n\"But I have invented time travel they can see the reality of it for themselves. Humanity the whole way. Nothing spiritual, nothing special.\"\n\n\"It will fucking destroy us.\"His voice was soft.\n\n\"This is the start of some dark ages my friend but humanity will survive. Science will survive as well. But revealing this... I can't let you.\"\n\n\"In two days time, maybe three I will have it finished without bugs. We can build more, send all the world's church leaders back first then anyone who wants to go. They can examine anything they want.\"\n\n\"This is madness!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are a pokemon trainer transported into the real world. What do you do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I suddenly found myself surrounded by trees. I checked my belt:\n\"1...2...3...4...5...6. Good, they're all still here. Go, Houndoom!\"\nI threw the ball,but something seemed...off. The ball opened, the flash of red as the distinguishable \"Pop!\"sounded, but something was wrong.\n\nHoundoom popped out. At least, it looked like Houndoom, it walked on all fours, and growled and snarled like Houndoom, but it just stared at me.\n\n\"Are you alright, buddy?\"\n\nHe growled. As he slowly started to pace toward me, I could see the look in his eyes. This was not the same little pup that I raised from a Houndor, it was a monster.\n\n\"Go! Xerneas!\"\n\nAnother creature popped out of the ball, but it wasn't Xerneas. It was human-sized and timid. It was brown and had smaller horns. The strangest part of all, it immediately ran off as Houndoom-or what I thought was Houndoom- ran off after it.\n\n\"What's going on here? Where am I?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are handing out quest(s) to the players of an MMO." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Hello! Welcome to the item sho-'\n\n'I sell the greatest items and potions at the best pri-'\n\n'What would you like?'\n\n*Buy*\n*Sell*\n*Quest*\n\nThe boy points to the quest.\n\n'What quest would you like to adventure on?'\n\n*Ms.Rina's mushroom mash*\n\n'Ms. Rina needs twelve mushroom tops for her dinner, hunt 12 mushrooms and collect 12! You will receive 100 exp and 50 gold.'\n\n'Complete this and come back for more!'\n\nThe boy accepts solemnly and scurries off.\n\nI turn to Mia, \n\n'I just want to hold a god damn conversatio-'\n\n'Hello! Welcome to the item shop!'\n\nAnother player enters.\n\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A battle between a modern-day samurai and an ancient samurai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you sure this is all you need?\"\n\nKatsu looked down to the sword he held in his right hand. It was rusty, worn, and old. Much older than him, preceding him by at least two hundred years. There was what looked like dirt caked on the hilt of the weapon. The sword itself had been left unclean, as instructed by Katsu.\n\n\"If this really is his sword, it will be enough,\"Katsu said to the only person who would witness that night's battle, Nobu. \n\nThe decorated Yakuza warrior Katsu stepped forth and then crouched at the altar, carefully placing the sword down at the base. He stepped back to the other end of the dojo and waited. There was an eery calm in the secluded building; there was no wind outside to stir the trees and the sound of the crickets chirping in the night had died away long ago when Katsu and Nobu passed into the threshold. \n\n\"Okay,\"Nobu whispered, extinguishing the candles, casting the small dojo into darkness. \"Get ready, we don't know what he'll do, if he does show up.\"\n\n\"I'm ready, and he will show up.\"\n\nNobu aimed a camera at the alter and began to take multiple photos of the sword, the rapid flashing of the camera illuminated the dojo with bright white flares, on and off, on and off. \n\nKatsu squared his feet, taking hold of his sword, still sheathed at his side. There was a tightness in his chest and his right eye itched, but he dared not move. Instead, he kept his focus on the sword, intently watching, wondering when he would see it move after each strobe-like flash from Nobu's special camera.\n\n\"Anything?\"Nobu asked, camera still pressed to his face.\n\nKatsu remained silent.\n\n\"I can't see shit, Katsu, you gotta talk to me,\"Nobu continued. The flashes from the camera had temporarily blinded him, but loyal to his comrade, Nobu still continued to use the summoning camera. He heard the sound of a sword unsheathing, then dropped his camera. \n\n\"Katsu?\"Nobu yelled, rubbing his eyes, \"he's here isn't he?!\"\n\nThe flashes from the camera did nothing to Katsu's eyes. He could see his challenger clearly, standing at the end of the dojo, holding the old sword that Katsu had robbed from the cemetery. \n\n\"Nobu, move towards my voice, slowly now, and get behind me,\"Katsu said softly. \n\n\"Yes,\"Nobu whispered, a slight tremor in his lips.\n\nKatsu didn't break eye contact with the specter; a man dressed in a formal white hakama. He had his long hair tied back and away from his eyes. He was inspecting the sword, which had now transformed from the battle-damaged brittle stick, to an ageless steel tool of death.\n\n\"Takeda,\"Katsu said loudly, causing the still blinded Nobu to let out a small yelp.\n\nThe specter looked away from his sword to Katsu.\n\n\"Kazuma?\"the specter asked, voice harsh, sounding as if it had been years since it had been used. \n\n\"No,\"Katsu said, squaring his feet, holding his sword directly in front of him. \"Kazuma was my great grandfather.\"\n\n\"I see,\"Takeda said, holding his sword out, taking a battle ready position, \"you've wakened me for a fight?\"\n\n\"For redemption,\"Katsu said, springing forward.\n\nThe two warriors' swords clashed, sparks illuminating the dojo with each metallic collision, loud clangs filling the soundless air. Nobu rushed to relight the candles, not bothering to look over his shoulder to see how his comrade was doing. Nobu had faith in Katsu, faith that he would regain the honor his great grandfather had lost at the hands of Takeda. \n\nTakeda wildly swung his sword at Katsu, but the nimble Katsu rolled to the side, ending standing upright and sword still extended. There was now a gap between the two warriors. \n\n\"You know quite a bit,\"Takeda said, exhaling a deep breath. \n\n\"I do,\"Katsu replied. \"Your old style still holds.\"\n\n\"How many years have I been asleep?\"\n\n\"Over a hundred.\"\n\nTakeda took in a deep breath. \"It feels good to breathe again.\"\n\n\"Enjoy it while you can,\"Katsu said before lunging forward to initiate another volley of attacks. \n\nTakeda managed to parry all of Katsu's attacks, and attempted to insert a few of his swings, but Katsu's speed far outmatched the ancient samurai's. Katsu's incoming attacks left little timing for Takeda to react. \n\nThere was a harsh ring as their swords collided. It echoed throughout the dojo, so loud that Nobu covered his ears. \n\nKatsu stood there, eyes wide in surprise as he saw that his sword had been broken. He dropped the hilt, then looked to Takeda, who already had his sword raised above his head. \n\nThe specter brought the sword down with immense force, and Katsu raised his left arm to take the blow. \n\nThere was another loud clang, and now it was Takeda who stood in shock with his sword embedded in Katsu's forearm. \n\n\"What is that?\"Takeda said.\n\n\"A titanium gauntlet,\"Katsu replied, swinging his arm away. His arm was surely broken, but he would have to wait until the fight was finished to worry about it. He swung a clenched right fist at the specter Takeda. It collided solidly with the ancient samurai's jaw, spinning him and also causing him to drop his weapon. \n\n\"Turn,\"Katsu hissed. \n\nTakeda turned to see Katsu standing with his right fist raised. \n\n\"You don't know any hand-to-hand combat, do you?\"Katsu said.\n\nTakeda didn't say anything. \n\nKatsu took it at his cue to advance upon the gobsmacked warrior. He swung a bruised fist again, this time connecting it into Takeda's temple, bringing the warrior down to the ground. Katsu straddled him, and brought his fist down and down again into Takeda's face, eventually caving in the samurai's nose, causing blood to squirt out onto the white dojo floor. His knuckles were cracking, but Katsu continued to swing. \n\nNothing was going to stand between him and regaining his family's honor. Not even time. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A man who believes in Christ is also the greatest leader ever died and went to hell. He is given an option: burn in hell for eternity or lead Satans army against heaven in exchange for immunity from pain for himself and his family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorris felt the chains of damnation loosen, not lift completely, from his soul. It was truly a blessing.\n\n\"You alright there buddy?\"came a grim and whiny voice. It emanated from everywhere yet nowhere, as if Sorris was trapped in a bottle. At the same time it could hardly be identified as a voice, more of a feeling, a projection. \"We don't want to pull you out too quickly, might go mad. We have plenty of experience avoiding that.\"\n\nThe bands loosened more, Sorris began hearing (or feeling?) music float through him.\n\n\"Sorry about the voice there buddy,\"came the feeling again. \"I know it probably sounds unpleasant, but I haven't done pleasant in a while. Whole fall from grace type thing. Your soul just sort of reacts negatively. So it's really more your fault than mine.\"\n\nAs he spoke the bands lifted completely, and Sorris' head cleared. He knew where he was. It was different than he expected. No body meant no feelings, at least not in the sense he'd come to know throughout his life. Rather he had finally come in touch with his soul. Something he'd only ever been able to feel briefly during prayers, and with nowhere near the intensity.\n\n\"Umm,\"muttered the voice again. \"We're gonna be making you corporeal, that way the boss can see you. Otherwise it would just be a pain. Think absolute darkness, complete absence of God type deal. Trust me, you think you've been forsaken, you haven't been forsaken till you come in contact with the big boss when he's in Fallen Angel form.\"\n\nThere was a snap, and Sorris felt his soul disappear, replaced with the far more familiar feelings. Form, substance. Senses. A room, old paintings, wooden chairs that creaked horribly, dark pits to nowhere. A desk, cruel implements that hurt to look at, twisted statues with other worldly features that twisted the mind.\n\n\"Don't worry about it bub,\"came the voice. Less annoying now, and physical, real. \"I know it's unpleasant, but believe me, you're way more able to handle this now that you're solid. Human mind is tough. Way tougher than a soul. Anyway I'll be off now, the boss will be by any minute.\"\n\nThen all was quiet. Sorris glanced around. There was a door in the far wall, but every instinct in his mind was telling him not to open it. Something told him this room was the only safe place for a while. He paced. His body was fit, far fitter than it had been at his death. He didn't have a mirror at hand, but if he had to guess he was in his early twenties. After what seemed like an hour he finally adjusted to the room. The figures, while horrifying no longer inspired madness, Sorris felt his nerves settle. He began to pray. The effect was immediate, darkness surrounded him. His hands dropped to the side, and a chill touch burned through his body.\n\n\"That's not a good idea in my kingdom,\"said Lucifer slapping Sorris on the back. \"Pull up a chair, man the decor in here is hideous.\"\n\nHe snapped his fingers. The room shifted, became far more ordinary, far more familiar. A round table, twelve chairs, a map of the world on one wall, an empty screen on another. Sorris knew the place well. He knew the third chair from the right squeaked, he knew the place should be fifty feet underground in a radioactive proof bunker. He knew because he spent forty Sunday's a year holding briefings and making decisions in the room. From when he first made General, till he retired as War Secretary. A position created specially for him.\n\n\"The war room,\"he gasped.\n\n\"I thought we'd use a familiar setting,\"gesticulated the figure in front of him. \"And maybe a familiar face.\"\n\nLucifer winked. Sorris felt a fury rising within him. The angel had taken the form of Dorian, the priest who had first introduced Sorris to Christ.\n\n\"Sit,\"commanded Lucifer.\n\nSorris felt his body slam into the chair.\n\n\"See you're mine to do with what I want,\"muttered the figure that looked like Dorian. It was almost a perfect copy, piercing blue eyes, unkempt grey hair, but stuck in a well cut suit with diamond rings adorning its fingers. \"Was a real pain, but we usually get the ones we want. Leviticus 19:27, that's what got you in the end. A common one, people don't usually pray for forgiveness for cutting their hair, but it'll getcha. It's not usually enforced, ones upstairs are usually a bit more forgiving than that, but I got good lawyers. Heck I got the best lawyers. Strange how many seem to wind up here.\"\n\nThe thing that looked human but wasn't took a seat opposite Sorris.\n\n\"So the thing is I have your soul,\"replied Lucifer. \"I could do to you what I'm supposed to, or we could make a deal.\"\n\nSorris opened his mouth but no sound came out.\n\n\"Dammit,\"fumed Lucifer. \"I know, I know. I own your soul remember? I can see your every thought. No need to be so rude. What I'm saying is, I don't really get a kick out of the whole torture business. It's not really my schtick. I'm more out to corrupt humanity. What's the best way to do that? Do you really think it's to advertise by saying we're all gloom and doom? The reason why you suffer is because you've been cut off from God, and your soul feels it. There's nothing I can do about that. You're like a little lamp burning the end of its wick, but can't go out. But if I make you corporeal, hey, that's all different baby. If you think about it, what are the sins on earth? The stuff that make you feel good, greed, lust, gluttony. I can give you all of that. It's fantastic. Amazing, I can make you feel like that forever. It's not quite heaven, but it sure beats being damned for all eternity I can tell you that. I just need something from you.\"\n\nSorris made to open his mouth again.\n\n\"Stop trying to pray!\"exclaimed Lucifer. \"Geez. He hears you, he's not going to do anything about it. I mean does he ever? And every time you make that connection it's like boring a hole through my skull. I get that's not much incentive to get you to stop, but think of your family.\"\n\n\"I don't trust you!\"Sorris yelled finally.\n\nLucifer got quiet. The room darkened.\n\n\"Look into my eyes,\"came the voice of fire and brimstone. \"This soul thing is a two way street. You can trust me. No more pain, no more suffering.\"\n\nAnd Sorris knew it was true.\n\n\"My armies march again,\"whispered the leader of the damned. \"And they will lose, they always lose. You can't really beat God, but you can take the things from him that matter, the souls, his angels. His kingdom. It doesn't hurt him, it just sort of...this doesn't matter. You can turn the tides of battle. You are the greatest leader humanity has ever produced. I can't replicate that kind of genius. With you at the helm, we will be victorious.\"\n\nSorris shook his head.\n\n\"I'm a non-entity,\"he replied. \"I'm nobody. Just an old man without a voice. All I am is my devotion to Christ. If the world were a song I'd only have one note to sing.\"\n\n\"You're not even tempted are you?\"said Lucifer, reading Sorris' mind. \"Not even a little bit...imagine that.\"\n\n\"There will be other leaders,\"noted Sorris. \"Greater, and less devoted. I'm sure there are even a few who aren't religious. Why do you want me?\"\n\n\"This interview is terminated,\"shrugged Lucifer. Slowly the room began to spin out of existence. The phantasm of Dorian faded away and Sorris felt his form unravel.\n\n\"No tactician can conquer humanity,\"Sorris projected. \"You want to destroy Him one soul at a time. But you can't win, not as long as people have faith.\"\n\n\"Having faith doesn't make you a good person.\"Came the reply that Sorris wasn't expecting.\n\n\"And not having it doesn't make you a bad person,\"said Sorris, \"But I think we can all agree that helping evil and damnation to destroy heaven and earth, is a pretty douchey thing to do. That's what makes me a good person. And may God forgive me for cutting my hair.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well when you see him give him my regards.\"Echoed Lucifer's voice one more time. With that Sorris felt the bonds that held him down lift, and his soul floated to somewhere a little brighter, and a little more kind." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A 500 year old man is on his deathbed, write the last story he tells his loved ones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I saw the rise and fall of many great civilizations, peoples, and religions. Humans. A human is simultaneously the devil and a saint. Humans have fomented unspeakable evils. Humans have lead themselves to great scientific achievement. To peace. To prosperity. And to wealth. I saw the rise of Enlightenment. The rise of empires. And I saw the deaths of countless men. History is not bound to repeat itself. History DOES repeat itself. Land skirmishes. Deaths-mine soon to be included-. The infamous Blitzkrieg. The liberations of oppressed peoples. Half a millennium worth of events. I will be wrapping the door any minute now. My existent or nonexistent soul will be floating away into the heavens. And one may ask, how was your life? And to whomever is interested, I say this: fucking amazing. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You hit the nightclub with your friends, and one of them slips you a pill unknowingly. However the effects of the pill are like no other drug..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My head was like a dull weight. Cold, wet. I'm sprawled out on tile, what a fucking night. And... and I don't remember a single bit of it. I sigh, attempting to see the blur. Reaching for my hood, I realize that this, too is completely wet.\n\nI seem to sitting on the floor of a pretty large shower. Using a railing as a support, I make my way out, my head reeling and my body aching. Scratches, all up and down my arms. Where the hell did these come from? Something in the air didn't smell right.\n\nTry to concentrate on what happened... I went to a club (god knows where) with Serena and... there was a lot of color, so loud, so... A drink. Someone gave me a drink. Horrified, I quicken my pace, trying to get out of this house as soon as possible. \n\nI just want to get out of here. Outside of the shower is a huge bedroom, like one of those fucking stock photos you see on real-estate websites. A massive tiger skin draped the mahogany floors, paintings surreal and modern, on a platform was the bed. Under those fancy red covers was a large lump.\n\nI swallow hard. But something's strange. Against all of my instincts, I move towards it. The stench was growing more unbearable, and I finally pull the covers away, prepared to run. It... merely looks like a mass of flesh at this point. My stomach goes cold, no, everything inside me becomes like ice.\n\nThe comforter wasn't red. It was blood, and my stupid eyes thought it was satin. I'm close to passing out, but I vomit instead. No no no I'm not capable of something like this. I would never kill anyone... This isn't who I am, I'm a history major and a theater geek, not some violent psychopath. \n\nBut I see something else, near the foot of the bed. A strange cellphone, one of those old-fashioned ones. There's nothing on it but one text.\n\n*he isn't play fare anymore just punish him, everythings in place we can do it we get away*" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write about anything that involves time travel, but in reverse chronological order." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked at myself, and I realized something had to change. \n\nThat smooth and polished mirror reflected more than just my face.\n\nHe looked up at me, cooing from his crib, his hands reaching out in playful abandon, ready to grasp the world itself and embrace all its promise with a wellspring of untapped potential.\n\nFrom a terrifying plane of dizzying lights and across an ocean of dark energy I'd traveled; beyond all that cosmic horror there was finally something familiar: a warm room, bright wallpaper, and a crib at its center.\n\nI thought about the past- those grand, Halcyon days, long gone- and my numbness turned to something else; I felt a pang- some wicked hatred growing in my heart- and the object of my hatred had a face.\n\nCowardice was but one fault in me: a single blighted trait amongst a constellation of other failings; I was never any good at *living* my life, so what made me think I'd be any better, doing this?\n\nThe gun lay on its side on the nightstand, cold and unused, waiting for someone with more courage than I had.\n\nThe scuffed and dented mirror reflected more than just my face; it reflected every failure, broken promise and disappointment I'd ever left in my wake: the scuffs and dents of my very soul.\n\nI looked at myself, and I realized something had to change.\n\n.\n\n(EDIT: Changed tense)\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You have court-side seats at an NBA game. During the match deciding shot, time freezes around you and you are the only thing in the arena moving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack couldn't believe it. Somehow, he'd manage to get tickets for Game 7 of the 2015 Finals. His hometown Cavs were battling the Spurs in what everyone thought might be Tim Duncan's last game. Somehow he'd gotten the biggest ticket of his life for only $50 on StubHub, and it was bottom-deck. It was as if he was supposed to be there.\n\n\nThe game was a battle all night long. Kawhi played LeBron to a standstill. Kyrie and Tony Parker each had 35 on the board. But the story of the night was Old Man Timmy. He had torn his shoulder labrum in Game 2 but refused to take any time off, battling his way back, fighting through the pain, and somehow had 30 points and 17 rebounds as the game hit the final seconds.\n\n\nAfter a Duncan jumper goes in, San Antonio is up 101-100 with .9 seconds left on the clock. Dion Waiters gets the ball from the red, throws the inbound pass to LeBron...\n\n\nAnd time stops. Jack looks around, but nothing is moving. The ball is in mid-motion, frozen in the air, anticipating something that no-one could comprehend. Jack slowly stood up, and walked down to the court. No-one stopped him, and soon he was at center-court by himself. He ran three laps around. Nothing. He tried to grab the ball to shoot some baskets, and enjoy the opportunity. But when he touched the ball, his hand burned as if the ball were made of molten iron. He recoiled in horror, then tried again. Same result.\n\n\nTime dragged on as Jack stared at the ball, but no-one else was moving. He knew that the ball had something to do with this, but no clue what it meant. He stepped back and looked at the trajectory of the ball. The pass was going to go a little low. He thought he could maybe touch the ball long enough to change its path, but little more. He could shove it higher to give LeBron a better shot. Or he could reward Timmy for his last great game and let the man go out on top.\n\n\nInstantly regretting it, Jack shoved the ball to the left and returned to his seat. Right as he sat down, the world unfroze as if nothing had happened. The ball sailed past LeBron and into the shocked hands of Timmy. Spurs win. The whole stadium groans as if shot.\n\n\nTwo days later, Tim Duncan tearily announces his retirement with a surprisingly emotional speech about how truly thankful he was for the opportunity. The Cavs win the championship over the Clippers in 6 games the next year, and Jack finally forgives himself.\n\n\nThree years after that, Jack takes his son to a basketball camp in San Antonio. Jason had sprouted up his junior year and grew 8 inches to 6'9\". As they walked into the camp, he saw Tim Duncan standing at the gate. They locked eyes, and Tim began to smile. He pulled Jack aside.\n\n\n\"You're not crazy. And I know what you did.\"Tim was still smiling. \"I owe you one. Let's teach your kid some fundamentals, eh?\"\n\n\nJack laughed a little to himself. Seems like nice guys don't always finish last, he thought. He clapped Timmy on the back, and took his seat in the stands. Bottom deck, just like before." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You've been shedding pounds after altering your diet but it later turns out that the diet had nothing to do with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "168.\n\nI smiled and stepped off the scale. It had been a mere two and a half weeks and I'd shed 15 pounds. I glanced in the mirror and noticed even less of a belly. Amazingly, all I'd done was quit buying junk food from Wal-Mart, and stopped going to fast food places on my lunch breaks. Instead, I'd found a small, family-run organic store right outside of town, and began strictly buying groceries there. With a bounce in my step, I quickly towel-dried off and got dressed.\n\nWhile I was out running errands, I decided to head to the store since I was relatively low on food in the house. From my bank, I made the ten minute drive over.\n\nI parked my Honda in the space directly in front of the door. It was a very small building, well-kept, with an acre or two out back where they grew their own produce. I got out of my car, walked to the door, and opened it. The generic ring of a bell sounded as I did so, and the older woman behind the counter glanced up and smiled at me. I gave her an acknowledging nod and began looking around.\n\nI should have mentioned, this was somewhat of an ethnic store. The family that runs it appear to be of some sort of Middle Eastern descent, and I'd never heard of most of the food items sold there. None of the family spoke English very well, and the store simply had a sign out front that read \"Grocery\". None of this was abnormal to me. The only thing I found off-putting, was that they all always appeared dirty. Same clothes every time I came in, oily hair, just unhygienic in appearance. I chalked it up to them likely being less fortunate, and of course working on their land out back. I wandered the store for a few minutes, picking up the essentials and my usuals, and headed to the register.\n\n\"Hello,\"the woman greeted me. She had a thick accent (as I said, I assume Middle Eastern) and a genuine smile on her face. I responded with a polite \"hello\"and stood in silence while she rang me up. Twenty-two dollars. Another thing I love about this place, healthy food for dirt cheap. If I'd bought the same amount of groceries anywhere else, I'd have spent at least fifty bucks. She packed my things into two large brown paper bags. I paid, we exchanged goodbyes, I grabbed my bags and left.\n\nThat night, I made dinner for myself with the raw veggies and wild rice. I ate my food alone at my counter, washed off my dish, and went upstairs to prepare for bed.\n\nWhile brushing my teeth, I began to feel queasy. My stomach felt as if it was eating itself, like I was starving and hadn't eaten in days. I went to lay down in bed, and that's all I remember.\n\nI woke up in the hospital with a sharp pain in my abdomen. I wrenched the blanket off of myself and peered under my hospital gown. I gasped. I'd been cut open and sewn back together. I had a surgery I hadn't consented to. I frantically looked around the room, located the red button next to my bed, and pushed it to signal a nurse. In my panic, I hadn't realized just how many machines I was hooked up to. The nurse strode in with an apprehensive look on her face.\n\n\"What the hell is going on?!\"I asked.\n\nThe nurse sat down on the chair beside my bed and rested her hand on my own.\n\n\"Jenny, I'm your nurse, Amanda. I know you must be confused. Do you know what day it is?\"\nI paused. \"Sure, it's July 27th.\"\nAmanda frowned. \"It's August 2nd, Jenny. You've been in and out of consciousness since the surgery. I guess you don't remember.\"\n\nI panicked. \"August 2nd?! I don't understand. I went to sleep last night and woke up here...\"\nShe stopped me. \"Jenny, we found you in your bed almost drained of life a couple days ago. Pale, covered in sweat, unresponsive. If it weren't for your friend that stopped by after not hearing from you...\"\nShe stopped. I think she noticed the combination of fear and confusion on my face, and decided to stop beating around the bush.\n\n\"Jenny, we couldn't save your stomach. We found quite a few adult tapeworms, and hundreds of larvae embedded in the lining of your stomach. They took every last bit of food you ate, just about all of your nutrients. Our guess is that the amount of worms you had eventually surpassed the amount of food you were consuming, and they began feeding off of the organ itself. We've never seen anything like it.\"\n\nI felt sick. I wanted to vomit. I don't know how, since I no longer had the body part that elicits that kind of reaction, but I did. I started shaking and crying instead. I looked at the largest machine next to me that would now serve as my stomach, and let out a wail.\n\nThe nurse hugged me.\n\n\"Hey, it's okay,\"she cooed. \"We're doing everything we can. You're at the top of the transplant list and you're in good hands here. We just have to figure out how this happened.\"\n\nI wiped away my tears and nodded.\n\n\"Have you made any changes to your diet recently?\"\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A government creates a task force with no respect for national borders or sovereignty with one goal: the eradication of dangerous diseases." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It started in the shadows, America’s best kept secret, completely hidden from allies and enemies alike. It did not exist, but to those within in it and to those who would suffer from it firsthand, it was reality. Task Force K-13 was its name, comprised entirely of ex-military, former Green Beret’s, MARSOC, DELTA and DEVGRU, with their own separate budget to use as they please. Task Force K-13, operated on its own agenda seeking to accomplish their one mission--The eradication of disease throughout the globe, a noble goal for dedicated men, it may seem. Their goal however was not to save the lives of those suffering from disease, it was to destroy the disease using whatever amount of force they found necessary. \n\nThey moved down the warn dirt path like an animal on the hunt entirely alert of their surroundings, eyes peeled. Hurried yet carefully placed steps one after another rolling silently from heel to toe leaving behind bare footprints in the wet dirt. Less than a mile behind the true hunter crept, much less careful with his step for he knew he had no reason to be afraid. His large boots covered the tracks as he followed them, the mud began to form on the edges of his boots. He had, had enough of this place, if he finished this maybe he would finally get to go home. He followed the two pairs of footprints, one much smaller than the other, he knew from years of hunting man and beast that they were close. Their prints were getting closer between sets, he may have finally worn them down. \n\t\nAhead of him the pace quickened, the fear could be heard in their hurried breath. Now they left only one set of tracks, the larger of the two prints was all that remained. His bare feet pressed deeper in the wet dirt, with the weight of his little brother on his back. The younger of the two held tightly around his brother’s neck, he could feel the elder’s heart pumping fast within his powerful chest. Both arms were wrapped tight around the little ones legs and his own legs pumped as he pushed himself beyond what he thought possible. In his right hand he held a pistol, the heavy weapon was no burden yet its weight pulled against his strong hands, he knew it was their last hope. It wouldn’t be long before the hunter would be upon them. \n\t\nWith one heavy boot step in front of the other the hunter moved on, he was gaining on them he could feel it. That kid could only run with that sick little one on his back for so long before he would catch them, and finish what he had started. As he jogged on he saw the prints begin to shorten to a walk, and then there were two again. It would not be long now. The trail entered a thicket, tight brush on both sides formed a sort of tunnel. The man had to hunch down as he entered it, still following the tracks. He was more careful now, he kept his rifle ready and his eyes moved back and forth straining in the dying light. As he got deeper into the thicket the clearance became smaller and he had to crawl on his hands and knees, cursing quietly to himself as the branches around him seemed to reach out and stab at him. As he continued to struggle forward, rifle in one hand he was nearly prone as his progress slowed, he began to feel the burden of his heavy pack against his back as it slowly slid forward towards his neck. Frustrated he lifted his head to readjust the pack, jamming his head into a branch slicing him across the cheek. He cursed louder now and bent over in agony, this downward motion only made things worse as his pack slid down over his head almost knocking him into the mud. His face was forced closer to the ground his thoughts quickly drifted from this struggle and he remembered why he was here, and scanned to wet earth for prints. To his dismay, the pair of tracks had stopped their slow sliding struggle through the thicket just yards ahead of him. Instantly he realized what this meant and what he may have walked into. \n\t\nOff to the right of the man struggling under the weight of his gear, crouched a fearful young man. In his hand he held the fate of the three people who had entered that thicket. Aimed shakily at the fading shape of the soldier, whom he knew to be from the horrible K-13. Through the cluster of branches he had watched the man struggle, but had not fired. Maybe because he was scared that he would miss, or that he was not keen on the idea of killing another man. His inner struggle would not last much longer, for off to his flank his little brother hid across the trail cowering beneath the tangle of branches. His sickness made him shake with fever and he did his best not to make a noise. He felt the cough before it came, a slow tickling in the back of his throat. He clenched his jaw and covered his mouth in a fruitless last ditch effort to conceal it. But it was no use, and a loud cough came rumbling from his throat and as it left him he covered his face waiting for the bullet that would inevitably be sent his way. \n\t\nThe other two who laid in the thicket responded to the cough, the hunter raising his weapon in the direction it had come and reaching his finger to take it off safe. But before he could do this a shot rang out, fired with closed eyes. At nearly point blank range it was sure to be effective. The bullet ripped through the dense branches and entered the large man leaving him lifeless, reaching for the weapon that for so long he had lived by. \n\nEdit: First try at this, thanks for the awesome prompt!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Humming to herself she leaned back luxuriously. It had been a good day. She'd been saving the world with Youtube comments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's that now, ten, maybe twelve trolls put in their place?\"She leaned back, a smug grin on her face. Saving Youtube one comment at a time wasn't easy work. Then it caught her eye. Her Facebook had an alert.\n\n\nShe clicked on the comment. Eyes full of glee. Then reading the message, she felt weak in her knees.\n\n\nIt was about her mother, how she had passed away. Her ex-boyfriend Nick, had given it a +1 like that day.\n\n\n\"Damn you, you bastard.\"She swore when she spoke. \"Remember your corvette? Inside I planted coke.\"\n\n\nSo the moral of the story, if there is one. Is that women when are angry, it's best just to run." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A hurricane is about to swamp a small island belonging to an enemy country. The captain of an aircraft carrier that is nearby must make a decision to disobey orders and evacuate the citizens to his carrier or to let them die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lights flickered slightly in Commander Daniel's office as he signed another pile of paperwork off to be processed back at base, with the news reporting on Tropical Storm Victor at a low volume on his TV on top of his locking filing cabinet. \"Another goddamned hurricane,\"he grumbled under his breath. The gray-haired man rubbed his bald spot gently before placing his peaked cap over the top of it. He lost his balance slightly as he stood up to take a smoke break. Having spent the last few months aboard the aircraft carrier, the USS Jack Carter, he was used to the waves rocking underneath his feet constantly. Even worse, the aircraft carrier was at the very edge of enemy waters, constantly under threat of attack from the southeast Asian country of Taydam.\n\nAs he caught his balance, his personal secretary burst in the door. \"Commander Daniels!\"\n\n\"Robby, I've asked you not to do that,\"the aging commander shot back, nursing a hand cramp.\n\n\"Sir, it's from Fleet Admiral Jameson. He says it's urgent and requires immediate attention.\"\n\n\"Fine! Just give me a second. Transfer him to my phone.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir\", Robby ended with, closing the door behind him. Daniels sat back down and rolled his eyes as he dropped the pile of paperwork back on his desk. Upon picking up the phone after the first ring, he immediately heard the Fleet Admiral say, \"Commander Daniels, I'm sure you've heard of the latest tropical storm ravaging the area.\"\n\n\"Of course, sir,\"the commander practically slurred out, mentally exhausted from the day's work. \"That's the only other thing I enjoy anymore other than damned paperwork.\"\n\n\"Cut the sass, Daniels. The National Weather Service is reporting that Tropical Storm Victor is set to hit the island of Pinyn, which, as I'm sure you know, is a Taydamian territory. Due to your proximity to the island, your orders are to strictly avoid the island, even in the case of the storm hitting it.\"\n\n\"What are Taydam's plans to evacuate civilians?\"\n\n\"None that I am aware of, Commander.\"\n\n\"Then we should go in and help. Those are innocent civilians.\"\n\n\"Innocent civilians that are in enemy waters! They might as well as be enemies in my book.\"\n\n\"It's a shame your book sucks, then,\"the commander shot back, with a slight anger.\n\n\"For the final time, Commander, cut the sass. As of now, your orders are to avoid the islan-\"\n\n\"They are innocents with no involvement in the war. We need to help them!\"the commander interjected.\n\n\"Absolutely not and that is final. This call is finished,\"the Fleet Admiral ended with, hanging up the phone. Daniels sat there, red-faced and quaking with a bottled rage. He hated Jameson with a passion and always had. He hated Jameson for his warmongering psychopathic tendency in war, wanting to bomb and kill everything in sight. Daniels always thought he'd be screaming the opposite had he been stripped of his rank in 2005 as he should've been. The commander made his way to the ship's intercom system to deliver the orders, but decided on changing it up a bit.\n\n\"Attention ship crew and command, this is Commander Daniels speaking. Your orders, hereby, are to dock at the island of Pinyn to rescue civilians before Tropical Storm Victor strikes. That is all.\"\n\nDaniels could hear people murmuring around the ship. *I need to go get in touch with the Lieutenant Watson,* Daniels thought to himself. Watson helped steer the ship and received orders directly from Fleet Admiral Johnson from time to time. Daniels knew that in order to save the civilians, he would have to relay the orders directly to Watson, as well.\n\nDaniels hurried down the steps of the USS Jack Carter, in a hurry to reach the front deck. After nearly tripping down a flight or two a couple times, Daniels slowed down a bit. Finally, he made it to Lieutenant Watson's station, yelling, \"Watson!\"\n\n\"Yes, sir!\"Watson responded in a likewise manner, saluting Daniels.\n\n\"At ease,\"Daniels replied, prompting Watson to relax. \"Have you received orders from Fleet Admiral Jameson yet?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. His orders were in direct conflict with yours.\"\n\n\"You are to follow my orders and disregard his. We are going to save human lives.\"\n\n\"Sir, with all due respect, he's higher up the chain of authority than you, and I'm supposed to follow his orders.\"\n\n\"I understand and respect that, but you are to disobey these and only these orders in favor of mine.\"\n\n\"Sir, that could get the entire ship court martialed.\"\n\n\"There are five hundred crew aboard this ship, with room to fit three thousand. There are two thousand inhabitants of that island and we are going to fit them on, whether Jameson likes that or not.\"\n\n\"Sir, I don't underst-\"\n\nDaniels produced a revolver from his hip and pointed at the lieutenant's head. \"I'm sorry it's coming to this, but if you don't acknowledge my command at this very moment, I will paint the leather with your goddamned brains and do it myself. Am I clear now?\"\n\n\"Crystal, sir,\"Watson responded, trembling in fear.\n\nDaniels put the gun away, breathing slower. \"Thank you. Please turn the ship to dock at Pinyn immediately. We have to get there before the storm does. Do you know when it's supposed to arrive?\"\n\n\"Before dawn tomorrow.\"\n\nDaniels looked outside and saw twilight making its first show of the night. \"We have to hurry. We have no time to waste.\"\n\nWatson pushed the ship to its limit to reach the island a few measly hours before the storm ravaged everything on the island. Once they docked, Watson notified Daniels that they were prepared to bring people on board.\n\n\"Are there any enemy ships?\"\n\n\"No, sir, just civilians.\"\n\n\"Board them all immediately.\"\n\n\"Sir, I just wanted to remind that your career just ended.\"\n\n\"One career in exchange for two thousand lives. Thank you for your concern, but I'll be able to sleep peacefully at night knowing I did the right thing.\"\n\n\"God bless you, sir.\"\n\nThe commander fidgeted slightly before muttering, \"I'm sorry for our interaction last night.\"\n\n\"It's for a good cause, don't worry, sir. I think I can forgive you and sleep soundly at night, as well.\"\n\nThe commander chuckled before walking to the intercom and ordering everyone to welcome the Pinynian refugees onboard and assist them in getting set up on the ship.\n\nTropical Storm Victor finally made landfall at dawn, missing the ship by mere minutes. The commander promoted Watson and immediately stepped down, knowing everyone aboard was due a court martial if he didn't." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "On the first day of every baby's life, a lit candle appears by their side. It represents the length if their life. You were born with a candle which was far shorter than any other. Today, it is certain to burn out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I waited with great anticipation for her to get there. The woman I loved with more passion than I could properly express. She'd been gone for what seemed like weeks, but I knew that she'd be there soon. She always showed up. But as the group dwindled, suddenly I was the only one waiting. I looked up and down the hall, and there she was. As beautiful and vibrant as ever. There was something about the way that she looked at me that reminded me that I was the absolute apple of her eye. There would never be a man that could be to her what I was. As she drew near, I saw through her smile. She was happy, but she was not. But, off to the car we went. \n\n\"Can I sit here?\"She was hesitant. \n\n\"I suppose so, the house isn't far,\"she grinned. \n\nI looked out the windshield, astonished at how much different everything looked from up here. The grass was greener, the road was nearer, the car seemed to move more quickly. Her phone vibrated on the dash and dropped to the floor. \n\n\"Oh, for fuck's sake,\"she grumbled, as she hit \"Answer\"on the dash. \n\n\"YES?\"she nearly yelled into the car's speaker. \n\n\"Jessie, his candle!\"Daddy spoke with a panic.\n\n\"What, David? What's wrong?\"She bent down to pick up her phone, as I heard the screech of metal on metal, and saw the hood of Mommy's car folding within itself.\n\nEverything went black as I hit the windshield." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": ": A short song about Mangoes..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mango mango, move it all around.\nDance it dance it, get rid of that frown!\nMango mango, every happy day,\nMan you gotta go,\nYou gotta live this way!\n\nMan you gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,\nMan you gotta go, gotta go go go!\n\nMango mango, mango move your feet!\nMovin', movin', get out of your seat-\nMango, mango, everything you do,\nMan you gotta go,\nYou gotta do this too! \n\nMan you gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,\nMan you gotta go, gotta go go go!\n\n[chorus repeats, fade out]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You're awoken with the sudden fright of the sound of breaking glass, it's 2:00 A.M and darkness engulfs everything, you quietly slide of bed shaking so bad just staring at the door as you proceed to ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of breaking glass woke me. The initial smash broke my slumber, the sound of smaller shards shattering stirred me into wakefulness. My eyes darted around the dark room, the only light spilling from the clock reading 02:00.\n\nI slid over to the edge of the bed, my heart racing in my chest, a V8 engine roaring inside me. I put my feet on the floor to steady my shaking legs and ran my hand under my pillow. I felt strength and comfort in the cold steel of my Glock.\n\nI carefully put my weight onto my feet, mindful of the loose floorboard just inches away. I knew my house. I had lived there for six years while they hunted me. The darkness would be my ally.\n\nI skipped across the room silently, decades of training silencing my instinct to hide. Outside my door I heard voices, hushed, whispering furiously. Light exploded beneath the door, a wide beam reaching out into the bedroom. I stepped to the side as the door opened, hiding me in its shadow.\n\nHe stepped inside. I held my breath. Another followed behind him. I still held my breath. They walked to the foot of my bed and raised their weapons. The AR15s were aimed at my now empty bed, the hall light casting an angelic glow on the amateur assassins. Neither had thought to wear a mask.\n\nTen years I had been running. Six years I had been hiding here. The boss wanted me dead. He would never stop. Killing these goons would send a message, but he would never stop.\n\nIt had been ten years since I saw my family. I fled to keep them safe. I could never return home. The boss would kill them if he knew who they were. I hoped they were happy without me.\n\nI glanced at the camera, mounted high in the corner, its red light blinking softly, connection steady. My hand found the light switch, carefully placed behind the door. I flexed my fingers around my Glock, my other hand resting on the switch. I let out my breath with a smile as I clicked on the light.\n\nI fired twice at the closest goon, frozen in the sudden glare of the halogen. Two hits took him down, his neck and temple spilling out his life. The second goon turned and our eyes met. \n\nHe was no goon. He was the boss. Killing him would bring me no peace, there was always another boss, another Italian family name ready to flood the streets, to hunt my family in the name of Vendetta.\n\nHe raised his rifle slowly, smirking. \"Where are they? he growled, \"Where is my sister? Where is my money?\". I would never tell him. He would never hurt my wife again.\n\nI took aim and squeezed the trigger, showering the wall with my brains. \n\nAgent Jenkins leapt from his seat. \"Hey, Johnson!\"he shouted across the van to the sleeping section chief, \"We got him! We got Esposito!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A company allegedly discovers long-term cryogenic preservation. A small portion of their customers are frozen and put on display as examples of the success, but the rest are used for a darker purpose...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They told us it would be pain free, that we would float endlessly for thousands of years until the Earth became a better place.\n\nI saved up for years for this opportuinity, to see the future, to be part of a greater purpose. \n\nWhen they put me in that chamber, I was told that it would be like no time had passed. They were wrong.\n\nWhen the capsule closed, and the cryogenic fluid filled the space, all I felt was blinding pain. I lived in that agony for days, for years.\n\nFour thousand years passed before my capsule was opened up. I saw a flash of light, then darkness." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The world's smartest man is a looney." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you confirm this?\"The question came from a uniformed German officer at the door of the small house. He glanced nervously over his shoulder into the night while he waited for his answer.\n\nHesitantly, the younger man replied, \"Yes. Yes, it was his.\"He was standing by an overturned desk in a bombed out wooden cottage somewhere in Switzerland. Beyond the man in the room was a forest of trees that were slowly growing through the absent back wall of the structure. Time ate away at the home, but the shadows of its past residents still remained. Faded picture frames hung crooked on the leaning wall, parts of a rotten leather chair sagged heavy with rain water in the corner. A pile of fallen boards had been collected into a nest for some wicked animal that had long since moved on leaving tufts of fur hanging on loose nails and splintered wood.\n\nThe officer closed the door behind him to shield their movements from the view of the clearing out front. He approached the desk and faced the floor where the younger man was staring. \"And this is how they survived the bombing? They had a shelter of some kind under their home?\"\n\nThe man gave no reply. With the heavy iron desk overturned on its hinged base, the small door to the basement chamber was clearly visible. This is where they had hid before the bombs had fallen. It had to have taken years to construct though. And then to do so secretly without any outside help from the village would have been near impossible. It was obvious that it had saved the life of this brilliant man and his family, but how could they have possibly known that far in advance about the threat of war, and what purpose did it serve to do all of this work in secret?\n\nWith this thought the officer stooped and and began to pry the door open. When he struggled the other man put on a pair of leather gloves and joined him. Chipping away years of rust and debris they eventually were able to lift the heavy lid free. It crashed to the ground between them.\n\nThe two panted with the effort. The older was more out of breath than the younger. So, it was the younger that first realized the overwhelming smell of rot that emitted up from the dark open throat in front of them. He quickly raised a rag to his face and gagged, stumbling away.\n\nThe officer likewise produced a rag, but he willfully resisted the urge to gag or look away. He gazed sideways into the darkness at his feet. After a few moments he extracted a small pen light and shone its light down. The cavern swallowed the light almost instantly.\n\nAfter a few moments he motioned for the man to join him and he knelt to climb down a small ladder that hung from the opening.\n\n\"We are going down there?\"The young man said with a quavering voice.\n\n\"Yes.\"And then the officer had second thoughts about his ability to keep his composure in front of the young enlisted man. \"No. I will go alone. Retrieve my flood light from the car, and bring it back to me directly. Then stay in this room and listen for my orders.\"\n\nThe man acknowledged and swiftly exiting to the clearing. The older man, hesitated and then finally began climbing down the ladder with cold trembling hands. He descended about 30 feet before reaching the floor. It was covered in about 2 feet of standing water. He remained on the ladder and passed his pen light in circles around the room. Objects hung on the walls. and protruded up from the black motionless water, but nothing was distinguishable. He waited.\n\nFinally, he turned to call up to the surface. \"Karl!\"he cried. Forgetting his protocols and referring his driver by his first name. He waited while his voice finished echoing around the room. The name Karl, sinking deep into the liquid carpeting the chamber. He gagged slightly on the rotting scent and coughed several times to fight the urge to vomit. \"KARL!\"He repeated climbing quickly back up the ladder.\n\n\"Sir!\"the voice said at the top of the ladder. \"I have the lamp.\"\n\nThe officer reached up and took the light from the man's fragile white hands and descended back to the base of the ladder before turning it on.\n\nThe light exploded into the chamber. He found himself dangling from a ladder descending from the center of a concrete cube of a room. Straight grey walls boxed him in from all sides. He struggled to shift his weight on the ladder and turned to face the room in all directions. His shadowed form played across the water and the walls like a large black living creature. And as he came to realize what lay around him in the room the black creature began to shake uncontrollably. A low quiver at first, building to a full rocking shake that rattled the lamp against the rungs of the ladder as he pulled himself closer to it, grappling both of his arms around it. \"my Lord...\"he mumbled. \"...my Lord...\"he repeated to himself. \"It's a zoo.\"he said to himself. \"It's some kind of circus.\"he tried to find the words to describe what he was seeing. \"they aren't real. Are they real?\"His eyes darted from wall to wall and he began to blink sweat from his eyes.\n\nThe light from the lamp flickered weakly, and dimmed. \"Damn it. No. Karl!\"he yelled. There was no reply. \"Karl!\"he repeated with his face turned up towards the porthole. A moment later, the light died completely.\n\nIn complete blackness, his mind still buzzed with the images surrounding him in all directions. The sea of blank lifeless faces starring into him from dark empty sockets. The army of jaws hanging open in silent protests. The grotesque faces of creatures somewhere between humans and animal. Their forms misshapen and abused. Contorted in on themselves, with patches of exposed fur and reptilian scales. Their ruptured bodies hanging from hooks and chains, positioned on tables. Bones pointing out from their rotted clothing. They were dressed, in various ways. Chained to the wall in school boy outfits, and flowing dresses sewn into straight jackets. In one corner were a group chained to the broken remains of instruments. A dark quartet of decaying beasts. Creatures created by the brilliant scientific mind of a sick genius. The putrid art of a man gone mad.\n\nThe officer dropped the dead lamp into the water at the base of the ladder and quickly ascended. \"Karl! Karl, we must leave now.\"He said quickly in the darkness, stopping once to finally retch over the side of the ladder. Two rungs later the lid to the chamber was slammed closed with a bone clattering bang. The little light coming through the small opening vanished. The ladder vibrated violently, and the tall officer slipped falling backwards 20 feet into the cushion of dank water. The sound of his thrashing and cursing was completely silent from above in the room where the young man stood trembling over the door. With another great effort he heaved the heavy desk back into place on top of the hatchway and quickly scrambled out into the night.\n\nKarl Metger, illegitimate son of one Albert Einstein, had preserved his father's secret." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A group of scientists have just finished a device that upon activation would immediately give every living human across the globe an orgasm at once. It has just been activated for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nsfwish, but what do you expect with a prompt like that.\n\n\"Hey mom, Mason can't give me a ride today. Can you pick me up at four? Love you.\"The voice mail ended.\n\nAva leaned back in her chair and sighed. She would have to leave work nearly an hour earl. Budget cuts in her department had thinned their staff to the bone, as if work hadn't been stressful enough already. Another working lunch it was.\n\n“Hey honey. The client isn't happy with our proposal so I won’t be home until at least Thursday. Flight should land around seven that evening. Can you pick me up?” The voice mail ended.\n\nAva grumbled under her breath. His business trips have been getting longer and longer ever since he’d hired his most recent assistant. He claimed that she had the best resume and the most experience, but Ava was sure he picked little miss red head for something a little bit different than her work experience. He had barely touched her in months, and even when he did he barely put any effort into it. She didn't have to be an accountant to put two and two together.\n\nAva cursed to herself when she noticed the time. “Hey Stacy, can you double check my numbers on the McGregor’s case? I’m going to be late to pick up my son.”\n\nStacy did not look happy, but agreed reluctantly as Ava hustled out of the office. \n\n“On the way.” She texted her son as she walked to her car. \nTraffic moved better than usual, one of the perks of leaving the office early. Plus the AC in this car actually worked! As bitter as she was about it, her husband’s endeavors weren’t all bad. He was overall much happier and more enjoyable to be around, and when he was gone she got to drive his car.\n\nAs she pulled up to the school Ethan hopped up from the bench he was sitting on. Ava was pulling into a parking spot when it hit.\nIt started off as a light tingle slowly growing… and then boom! Ava’s first orgasm in over a year ripped through her, a tidal wave rushing down a dry river bed. Her whole body quacked and her head rolled back as the sensations ran like electricity up her spine. She slammed her foot on the brake as the ecstasy took her. Her eyes rolled up as she began to moaned, her back arching as the orgasm intensified. Her crotch was on fire and all she could do was grip the steering wheel, hoping this would never end. She hadn’t felt like this since college.\n\nShe shuddered as she finally began to calm down. Her head rolled to the side, still smiling and light headed, she realized where she was an instantly remembered why she was there. She looked around for her son, and screamed. All of the freshly bloomed flowers in her head instantly turned to ash as she looked at her son. He was crushed between a retaining wall an her car, a mixed look of agony and ecstasy on his face.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Donnie Darko and Calvin and Hobbes take place in the same universe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Calvin awoke with a start, sitting up in his bed. His pal Hobbes was fast asleep in the corner, tucked quietly beneath his own tail. Unable to rest, Calvin got out of bed, and picked up his furry companion, carrying his sleeping form down to get a drink of water. Just then an unearthly crash shook the room, as a massive piece of an airplane smashed into the house. Calvin felt himself thrown to the floor, Hobbes landing heavily on top of him.\n\n“What the heck was that?” Hobbes yelled.\n\n“What?” Calvin cried out, unable to hear the words his companion spoke. He saw the tiger’s lips moving again, but still no sound penetrated the shattering ringing in his brain. Calvin felt the earth spin beneath him, his eyes rolling back into his head, as darkness washed over the world.\n\n-------\n\n“28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, 12 seconds. That is when the world will end.”\n\n“Why?” Calvin asked. But the tiger simply sat there, glowering uncaringly at Calvin, his fur muddied in greyed tones. The light of the sky shifted, and the world slowly aged.\n\n“Why will the world end?” Calvin pleaded.\n\n-------\n\nCalvin couldn’t concentrate, but his body walked him along the sidewalk. Golden leaves blew their haphazard course across his path, and Susie talked beside him, her words drifting away into the fall sky.\n\n“Hey, jerk!” Susie snapped, dragging Calvin back to the present. “What’ wrong with you?”\n\n“Huh?” Calvin replied, unable to firmly grasp the nebulous thoughts invading his mind. “Sorry, what did you say?”\n\n“I asked if you were going to talk to Miss Wormwood about the dream you had after the plane smooshed your house. About the world ending. You really should listen better Calvin.”\n\n“Yeah,” Calvin offered. “Yeah, okay.” He couldn’t find the strength to care about Susie’s concerns. He could only think about how far away his own voice sounded when he spoke. His eyes looked at nothing as they continued on their way, but no matter where he looked, he saw the dark grey tiger, its soulless eyes begging him to fear the end of all things. \n\n-------\n\nThe air was still, and great, monumental shadows enveloped the sky. Night refused to cease, and the dark peaks of unseen trees loomed far overhead. Calvin stepped slowly, awkwardly towards the dark grey tiger. He looked long at the otherworldly feline, and saw that one of his eyes was vacant; missing.\n\n“What happened to your eye?” Calvin asked. For a long time, the silence of the world caressed them completely, shielding them from the breaking of the dawn. At long last, the tiger spoke, his voice weaker than before.\n\n“I’m so sorry.”\n\n------\n\n“Calvin, pay attention!” shouted Miss Wormwood, and she thumped her large ruler down on Calvin’s desk. He bolted upright, the shock having broken his slumber. \n\n“I am going to be sending a note home to your parents!” He wiped sleepy drool from his face, as Moe and the other boys mocked his lapse of attention. He glanced over at Susie, as she shook her head in disappointment. \n\nCalvin sat through the lessons, Miss Wormwood’s voice drifting through his mind, but never taking hold of his thoughts. He felt himself enact the motions of his school work. But from the corner of his eye, and in the shadow cast by his consciousness, grey fur and dark eyes haunted him.\n\n--------\n\nThe air was thin. Shadowy doubts clouded the world, and the sky darkened. The walls became infinitely distant, while bearing down on Calvin’s fearful frame. He looked around, and startled himself when the grey tiger was suddnely in front of him. \n\n“Wh…where do you come from?” Calvin begged. The dark tiger was still, but slowly turned his grey eyes to peer into Calvin.\n\n“Do you believe in time travel?”\n\n---------\n\nCalvin walked up to his house, dragging his feet as he trundled along. His mother was outside weeding her flowers, and he sheepishly pulled the note out from his pocket. Without a word, he handed her the slip of paper. At first, she was slightly taken aback at this unsolicited dispatch, but as she read Miss Wormwood’s words of scorn, her face sank slightly.\n\n“Oh Calvin,” she sighed. “Again?”\n\nCalvin refused to meet his mother’s gaze, his head hanging low with shame. He kicked aimlessly at the dirt, feeling the seconds brush past him in their torrent.\n\n“Sorry, Mom” he apologized. He swallowed hard at the acceptance of his culpability. Only after his admission did he dare look up to see his mother’s loving but care-worn face gazing back. “How does it feel to have a wacko for a son?”\n\nTo his surprise, his mother’s concerned frown quickly faded, replaced by a loving smile. She reached over, and pulled him close, hugging him in a fashion only mothers can achieve.\n\n“It feels wonderful” she said, warming Calvin’s heart for the first time in almost a month. He pulled back gently, and returned his mother’s smile.\n\n“I think Susie is out in the backyard waiting for you.” Calvin’s mom went back to weeding the flowers, picking the few remaining bits of discarded aircraft metal as she went. \n\nCalvin walked around the house, and found Susie sitting on the swing set. He set down his backpack, and joined her, sitting on the opposite swing. They sat there in long silence, each listening to the shuddering and creaking of the chains of the swings. Finally, Susie turned to look at Calvin.\n\n“You’re weird”, she said. Calvin turned to look back at her, then turned back to stare off into nothing.\n\n“Sorry” he offered.\n\n“No,” Susie interjected, “That’s a compliment, actually.”\n\nThey looked at each other, and shared a light-hearted giggle. For the first time since the plane crash, Calvin felt happiness inside of him. He smiled at Susie.\n\n“Hey,” he said, “Do you want to come inside and have some cookies? Mom just made them.”\n\n“Sure.” Susie smiled back.\n\nThey walked to the door, and went in towards the kitchen. Just then, a brilliant flash of orange and black streaked through the air, and in a burst of fur and fangs, Susie was knocked to the ground. Hobbes tumbled gracefully to the side, but as he looked back at his prey, his heart dropped, and his face turned ashen in dismay.\n\n“Oh no” the tiger remorsefully whispered.\n\nCalvin rushed over to Susie, but she wouldn’t move, her eyes shut. He begged her to wake up, but she just lay there in his arms. He turned angrily towards the sheepish tiger.\n\n“What have you done?” Calvin admonished. Hobbes stood in shock, unable to process his egregious error.\n\n“I’m so sorry” the feline begged. But Calvin’s anger took over his senses, and he hurled his backpack at the tiger with all of the force his wrath produced. The bag hit Hobbes square in the head, knocking one of the button eyes loose from his felt-padded face. He tumbled to the ground, as the button rolled across the floor, finally resting at Calvin’s feet.\n\nCalvin picked up the button, tears streaming down his cheeks. His mother came running in to check on the screaming, but he ran out the back door. He ran hard and fast into the woods, the grey skies above tumbling and boiling in their torment. The heavens opened up, and great unknowable forces tore the world apart, flooding the universe with the lost moments and discarded seconds it had retrieved.\n\n-------\n\nCalvin awoke in his bed. High above in the sky, he could hear a plane descending, its engines failing. He smiled. His stuffed tiger looked across the room at him from its place on the floor, and Calvin began to laugh as the plane engine crashed through the roof.\n\nThere was so much to look forward to.\n\n-----\n\n*NOTE: Bits of dialogue borrowed from the screenplay for Donnie Darko, with all due respect to Richard Kelly* \n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "imagine you are the president of the United States, writing a speech about the country's stance on not negotiating with terrorists while American hostages are on the brink of being executed on live television." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My fellow Americans,\n\nIt is with a heavy heart that I must tell you that five of our bravest soldiers remain in the hands of terrorists.\n\nDemands have been made for the release of 12 known war criminals in exchange for the lives of our heroic men and women.\n\nWhilst nothing would please me more than being able to tell you that our brave men and women are definitely coming home, we will not bow to the will of these madmen.\n\nWhat I can tell you is that at the commencement of this address, eight nuclear warheads, that we have smuggled into the home cities of the leaders of this terrorist organisation, were armed with a ten minute timer. Of which nine minutes and fourteen seconds remain.\n\nI am now addressing the leaders of the men who have taken from us.\n\nThe countdown will stop on seven of our devices when I see video evidence that the men holding our soldiers have turned over their weapons.\n\nThe eighth will continue to count down until it kills tens of thousands of your people.\n\nYou brought this on yourselves. \n\nYou have eight and a half minutes remaining.\n\nI'm not playing anymore. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You see yourself blink in the mirror." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "WHAT. WAS. THAT. \n\nMy mind is racing, filled with thoughts. I can see the panic on my own face, and man, do I look freak out. It had to have been me seeing things right? Just my eyes playing tricks on me. \n\n\"*No, no. Not your eyes playing tricks on you. *I'm* playing tricks on you.*\"\n\nI spin around. I *heard* that. It wasn't just something in my head, that was sound waves smashing into my eardrums and FREAKING ME THE HELL OUT! \n\nI close my eyes. \"Breathe for a second, it's nothing. When you open your eyes, nothing is going to be out of the ordinary. It's just early and you aren't quite awake yet.\"I tell this to myself, not believing a word of it. \n\n\"*Tell yourself that all you want. You know I'm here. Always have been, always will be.*\"\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The protagonist has hard, but bizarre and seemingly insane, evidence that their apocalyptic prophecy is true and they have to convince their significant other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Honey, you will absolutely not believe what I am about to tell you, but you need to listen with an open mind. Please, hear me out.\"Sweat gleaned on Trevor's forehead as he shakily spat the words, still breathing heavily from his run up the apartment steps. \n\"Honey what's going on, what are you talking about?\"She said softly, an undertone of concern apparent in her voice. Sweat began to bead and slide down Trevor's face as he recovered his breath. \nTrevor was now sitting by his wife at the dinner table. She sat with a coffee cup and the newspaper on the table; a look of confusion and fear on her face. \nTrevor began explaining the dire predicament to his wife: \n\"You know how Christian beliefs are that there will be a second coming of Christ? And sinners and non-believers will be left behind, as faithful and true Christians are brought to heaven?\"\nTrevor gathered himself, trying to elaborate his sentences clearly so he could explain. He wiped his brow and continued. \n\"The rapture. The rapture happened today. I know it's crazy and-\"\n\"I know.\"\nHis wife evenly. \n Trevor looked her hard into her eyes, searching for some sort of reason as to how she'd know what he had discovered not but an hour prior. \n \n- \n \nTrevor had started his day with a cup of coffee, like any other day, with the newspaper between his fingers. His wife was still asleep, her soft brown hair laid in a curly mess about her head as she lay snoring. The gentle, cute snorts didn't bother Trevor. They had been a part of this routine for the past 5 years, since they moved in here. The noise rather warmed him. Gave him company in a way, a reminder that the love of his life was right there with him, and would be for the rest of his life. \n \nTrevor briskly walked into the small brick building, his suit jacket blowing in the light breeze. He had moved to this small town to escape busy city life. It was only about 600 people, most of which lived just behind his small, 3 story apartment building where he resided. There was hardly ever a car on the road at this hour, the sun was still waking up along with the rest of the town. Trevor like to get to work before everyone else. It gave him an hour of peace and reflection.\nHe arrived at his office and settled into his seat. \nTrevor sat back and stretched before turning on his desktop. Suddenly he heard the door open, and someone heavily ran inside.\n\"Hello? Is anyone in here?\"said a deep voice loudly, distress audible in the tone. The sound was muffled by the office walls.\nTrevor sat up and walked to his office door, confused. \n\"Yes?\"\n\"Oh thank God. I thought I was the only one left in this town.\"The very large man leaned over and regained his breath. Sweat stained his blue officers uniform. \n\"Oh, hello officer. What's going on?\"Trevor approached the man and placed a hand on his back. The man took a few more seconds to gather himself and spoke. \n\"It's crazy, you would not believe. Cars are in the ditches all along side the road, nobody in them. It's the strangest thing. It's as if they disappeared right out of them, not a trace or nothin. I can't connect to anyone at the station over my radio. I saw at least 10 cars in the ditch on the way in. People are disappearing. Entire homes are empty.\"The overweight officer stared into Trevor's eyes. Trevor was understandably confused. \n\"Here, come with me.\"The man grabbed Trevor's arm and pulled him towards the door. Both stepped outside and got into the officer's car, Trevor not saying a word, simply following the man. He did not question the man at all, for some reason he believed every word without contest. \n\"I'll show ya. I still don't know what to think of it myself.\"The officer rolled out of the parking lot and down the street, Trevor still silent. \n\"Here on the right, y'know how that gas station is open all night? Yep, nobody is there. It's completely empty. All the light's are on, hell there's even newspaper and a stool right at the counter. He must'a up and left in a jip just like the rest of this town.\"The man gave Trevor a prodding look, expecting some sort of comment. \n\"Show me the cars. In the ditch.\"Trevor almost whispered the words. \n\"right up here on the right, this car must'a been goin' at a decent clip, probably 50 miles per hour. See how it's sittin about 30 yards into that field? That guy woulda had a bumpy ride, probably a few bruises. Nobodies in there. No footprints, nothin'.\"\n\"Rapture.\"Trevor stared at the car as they approached it, rolling onto the shoulder where it left the road. He had a blank stare. His mind recovered from the initial shock and continued. \n\"This must be the second coming of Christ. The Rapture.\"Trevor said as he stared at the officer with a look of fear. The thought dawned on the officer, looking from Trevor to the car in the field. His eyes fluttered as the realization washed over him. \n\"Now officer, can you please take me to Hazel Apartments to see if my wife is okay?\"\nThe officer only stared blankly ahead. Trevor repeated the same words to snap the officer out of the shock. The officer wouldn't respond. \n\"Okay you're going to get out and sit passenger. I know it's a lot to take in, but I need to see my wife. I'll drop you off at the diner and you'll call whoever needs to be called. See if this is global.\"Trevor's mind had been trained to respond to situations like this, the shock could wait till later. He had served in the marine corps as a Lance Corporal before meeting his now wife. \n \n\nTrevor pulled up to the complex in the police car, stopping abruptly and jumping out. He sprinted up the stairs, his muscular legs thrusting him quickly. \n \n- \n \nTrevor stared into the beautiful eyes he'd known for years, they now appeared blank and lifeless. A smile crept across her face. \n\"You're already in Hell, Trevor.\"The voice had changed. It was now strange and deep. It was not his wife's voice. \nJust then the skin on her face changed. The blushed, pink skin that was once her face now showed tattered and decayed, the smile still across the creatures face. Trevor could only stare in shock, his mouth wide in fear. He had hardly any time to react before he blacked out." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A time machine is built that can send messages, but only to the exact point that the machine is turned on. When it is first activated, messages start arriving..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look at the other scientists in the lab. Seventeen of us in total. This is our crowning moment, our greatest accomplishment. A machine that can communicate in real time throughout the time stream. Theoretically, we could see what's in the past, and future.\n\n\"Well Michael, aren't you going to turn it on?\"Piper Stevenson asks me. \n\n\"Yeah,\"Andrew Mason adds, \"You are the lead on this project. You're who brought us together.\"\n\n\"All right, commencing activation in ten, nine, eight...\"I begin.\n\n\"Just throw the damn switch!\"Andrew hisses.\n\n\"You guys never let me do the astronaut voice!\"I teasingly complain before throwing the switch. My hairs jump up and stand on end as the electrical current charges up the machine. Bands of what looks like lightning travel up the metal cylinder before hitting the three conducting rods atop our creation. Suddenly, the bands stop, but the rods bounce the already charged electricity between them. The screen pops on, the image revealing itself as a three dimensional hologram projected from the holographic projection unit instead of the monitor we installed.\n\n\"God damn it!\"Andrew snaps, \"I give up my nice 4k monitor for this and it projects a hologram.\"\n\n\"Dude,\"I reply, eyes locked on the hologram slowly swirling around and forming a definite shape, \"We'll be so rich from this, I'll build you a damn IMAX screen on your private island with its own weather control system.\"The image finally resolves itself to be a human. It's me!\n\n\"Michael, it's a message from the future. Yes, I'm you. Listen very carefully to what I'm about to say,\"my future self says.\n\n\"Okay,\"I acknowledge.\n\n\"The machine can only receive messages from the exact moment it was activated onwards,\"he explains.\n\n\"Damnit!\"Piper says, \"there goes my chances of seeing dinosaurs, AND the middle ages!\"\n\n\"There's something else,\"future Michael interrupts.\n\n\"What is it?\"I ask.\n\n\"The machine , you have to shut it down, RIGHT NOW!\"he says sternly. \n\n\"O-okay ,\"I stammer and reach for the lever.\n\n\"Wait!\"My future self cuts in, again, \"I'm just messing with you! Here are the lotto numbers for today.\"\n\n\"Wait, if you win the lottery, why send the message?\"I ask.\n\n\"So you can go buy the ticket and I can get rich,\"he answers, \"Well, I'll be you by now.\"\n\n\"What happens if I don't tell myself the numbers when I'm you?\"I ask.\n\n\"Then you'd decide to but a lotto ticket and guess the right numbers,\"he explains.\n\n\"That's statistically impossible,\"I state.\n\n\"The timeline always works out how it's supposed to. So if you developed a time machine, went back, and tried to kill Hitler, you'd either fail, or succeed and someone else who would go through the EXACT same thing would step in. The present is the way it is because of our meddling in the past, because it's in the past, so it happened, leading us to the present,\"he explains before giving me the numbers.\n\n\"So I couldn't clone myself by accident, or accidentally bang my mother?\"Andrew asks.\n\n\"No. You make a date and something else would ruin it,\"future me explains, \"for example.\"\n\n\"So what's the future like?\"Piper asks.\n\n\"The same as it was three days ago when I turned on the machine for the first time,\"future Michael responds flatly.\n\n\"So, hypothetically...\"I begin.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\"future me calls, \"My vast piles of money are calling, have to go!\"and terminates the connection.\n\n\"Man, I don't know what's worse. Knowing I have to talk to myself again, or...\"I begin dejectedly.\n\n\"Or what?\"Piper asks.\n\n\"Or turning into a massive dick,\"I finish. Andrew cracks up. \"What's so funny?\"\n\n\"You already are!\"Andrew shouts.\n\n\"Screw you!\"I snap.\n\n\"Hey, where'd everyone else go?\"Piper asks.\n\n\"Sonofabitch, they went to steal my lotto ticket!\"I exclaim in realization and urgency \"To the...well...soon to be replaced for a bitchin' sports car!\"I rush out. I vaguely hear another exchange uttered.\n\n\"Twenty bucks it's five minutes before he realizes I swiped his keys.\"\n\n\"Deal.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A young couple decides to take a love potion. It is an act of desperation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why do I need to take this?\"a girl asked, smelling a fizzing liquid. She coughed as the bubbles crowded her nostrils. The man opposite her gently pushed her hand down to put the glass on the small table between them. He looked at her, \"so you'll love me forever- so we'll love each other forever\"\n\"but I already love you,\"she looked away with a pause, \"and I will forever\"\n\"You don't know that, Sophie, you could stop loving me tomorrow. I mean my dad abandoned my mum and I,\"he closed his eyes, \"and then she chose drugs over her own son. How can I expect someone like you to love me forever when everyone has left me. We have to take these potions for my peace of mind. I mean you do want me to be happy and for us to be a famly, right?\"he brushed hair from her cheeks to reveal a deep purple bruise around her left eye, \"now just pick up the glass and drink\"\n\nSophie hesitated but slowly her hand closed on the glass. He was getting impatient and tugging her hair to bring her lips to the rim of it. She pulled away from his hand and nodded down at his glass so he picked it up, giving an apologetic smile. Something he was a master at faking. Although whether it had been fake or not didn't matter to Sophie, he could do no wrong in her eyes. He held his glass up, \"on the count of three\". She held hers up and he pushed it to her mouth. \n\n\"One,\"he tilted her glass slightly. \"Two,\"a little bit more as he raised his own to his mouth. \"Three,\"she swallowed the potion. He could hear her throat work as he emptied his glass into his mouth. Sophie looked at him and smiled, reaching to take his hand. He smirked, stood up and spat the potion back into the glass. Sophie looked at him and stood up to move after him. A hand on her stomach as she struggled with the quick pace of it all. She reached for his sleeve, \n\n\"Please Byron, I love you,\"she held his arm, \"don't leave us,\"\n\"Keep the kid, Sophie,\"he pulled away and walked out. She sank into the floor and sobbed. \n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "your best friend betrays you..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dude.\"\r\"What?\"\r\"There's a rumor going around that you're dating my crush. That's crazy, right?\"\rHe turns to me and pauses. \r\"I've been meaning to tell you...\"\rI breathe. There's a pain, then empty feeling.\rRage fills my soul, fills my eyes. I breathe fire and speak pain.\rSwords appear in my hand as I turn to him and flip in the air. I land with my swords in the ground. The ground cracks and fire comes from the floor.\rI look at him in pain and I yell...\r\"EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "After the catastrophic operational failure of the Large Hadron Collider, scientists have discovered that some universal constants have been slightly \"tweaked\". Anime rules of physics are now in effect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*It's been 8 years since that day. Scientists, athletes, and many other people around the world have been testing and experiencing this new universe. Forty six laws are now known to exist. Forty six truths. For three years, there has been no new discovery. Ever since five year-old Kent Clarkson put on his robber's mask to play and was never seen again, the universe has been known. The rules are different. I'm different.* \n \n\"Hey Billy, how's everything been?\"I yelled as he approached. An explosion went off in the distance as people all around me walked and jumped by. \n\"Pretty amazing, how ab-\"he stopped. Billy's big eyes widened as he stared off behind me. I turned and looked off into the distance. Billy looked at me, and I at him. \n\"It's Kanye! He must be doing a show in the city!\"Billy exclaimed, giving off a faint blue glow as his heart raced faster. He must have been really excited. \n\"It is, you're right! But...wait...is he...why is he moving so slo- is he frozen now?!\"\nBoth of us were confused. He was the only one frozen. Everyone else, including us, was moving normally. Something wasn't right. \n\"Billy, the Law of Temp-\"\n\"I know, \"Billy said as he put his hand over my mouth, \"and so does everyone else. I've never felt this kind of aura before. It's like the opposite of that time we saw Nicholas Cage. He went from moving like the Flash to being able to teleport. His beauty is unrivaled. But this...what is going on...?\"\nBilly and I looked at each other again, then looked around. There was no fight going on. No awesome spectacle. Just Kanye, frozen, on the curb. \n\"I can't feel this aura's limits. It's as if it...has none.\"After I said that out loud, we both knew what was happening. Billy was the one who got to say it out loud. \n\"So, some laws still aren't fully figured out. I mean, I knew he was lame, but I never thought he'd be able to enhance our knowledge of the known universe like *this*..\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A woman recently finds out that every time someone hears her voice, they lose a year of his or her life, just as she's about to give a speech that will be televised to millions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please welcome, Miss Gina Lord!\"\n\nThe audience erupted as Gina leapt out from the curtains. Gina was a quirky pop singer who had been in a mysterious hiatus for nearly 6 years. The host went to shake her hand but she hugged him instead.\n\n\"Ha, still the same Gina! Have a seat!\"said the talk show host.\n\nGina stared at him and seemed to weigh the option of standing instead, but she agreed. She fell on the cushion and began to brush her scarlet hair out of her face.\n\n\"So, hey! Long time no see, am I right, folks?\"\n\nThe audience roared once more.\n\n\"Yeah, it has been.\"\n\n\"You had 12 #1 hits and then disappeared overseas, want to talk about that?\"\n\nGina crossed her legs and cupped her hands.\n\n\"Right, yeah, I think I just needed a break.\"\n\n\"Where'd you go?\"\n\n\"... I was in Europe, mostly.\"\n\n\"So are we talking *London, Paris, Tuscany baby*?\"\n\nGina started blushing as the audience began to laugh. It had been 5 years since she'd heard her own music. \n\n\"I was out in the country, trying to get back to my roots a bit.\"\n\n\"Oh ok. Where's your family from?\"\n\n\"Eastern Europe. But I'm not really sure which country, they sort of travel a lot.\"\n\n\"Well, that's perfect for you!\"\n\nGina smiled and looked down at her feet. As she grabbed for a mug of coffee, she could see her \n\n\"Anyway, Gina, what have you been working on?\"\n\n\"The last few years have been transformative for me, I'm like a different girl now.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah? Still living the fast life?\"\n\n\"Well, I lived with some gypsies, so definitely!\"\n\nThe audience began laughing and the host shot her a sly look. She began to feel her makeup rolling down the back of her neck. The lights on stage were searing, much hotter than she remembered. \n\n\"Oh really?\"\n\n\"That's my family!\"Said Gina, starting to rub the back of her neck. \"Everyone on my mother's side.\"\n\n\"Wow, you've got to have some crazy stories then!\"\n\n\"Absolutely! Where to begin... I...\"\n\nThere was a commotion in the back of the audience. Someone had gone unconscious. Gina's mouth began to drop open when her manager out of the corner of her eye. \"*Pay attenion*\"He mouthed. \n\n\"Right, the gypsies! They have wagons and they live off the grid. Pretty free lifestyle.\"\n\n\"Did you meet any fortune tellers?\"\n\n\"Yeah, there was one who predicted my future with some fancy cards. It was... silly.\"\n\n\"You know this show's number one rule, you can't just start a story without finishing it!\"\n\nThe audience began chanting the show's catch phrase: \"Tell us! Tell us!\"\n\nGina reluctantly nodded.\n\n\"She said I have a magical voice.\"\n\n\"Well, geez, I coulda told you that!\"\n\n\"No, no, there was more... I just got a letter about it today.\"\n\n\"Go on...\"\n\nGina began twirling her hands in the air and began chanting in a mysterious voice: \"You are dangerous! Your voice is a vampire! It shall bring fortune to you and...\"\n\nThere was a deafening scream. There was havoc in the audience as parents began toppling over the aisle. Gina stood up and cupped her hands over her mouth in horror. The old woman was right. How? All Gina could think to do was scream, but she bit her tongue. She bolted offstage to find some paper- she had to end this broadcast *now*.\n\nThe host never broke his smile and shrugged his shoulders.\n\n\"Sorry folks, we're having some technical difficulties here, we'll be right back.\"\n\nHe looked offstage and snapped his fingers.\n\n\"Run Gina's music video, that should fill the time slot.\"\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wish I could turn back the clock. I'd find you sooner and love you longer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I still remember the day we first met at the university so long ago. You had only just arrived, and you seemed so shy, so withdrawn, so different from all your wide-eyed peers. But I knew from the moment we had that first little chat that we'd get along very well together. We had so much in common - skills, hopes, dreams - that I found myself wishing I had found you so much sooner.\n\nWe bonded over lunchtime chats and late-night labs, hare-brained projects and glorious dreams. I looked after you, as only an older student can - and you looked after me, too, when I needed it most. We were good friends, and happy to keep it that way, but we could have been much more so easily. I didn't talk about Amy back then - it wouldn't have made sense, it wouldn't have been right. Part of me hoped I wouldn't need to, but I knew that it would come out eventually.\n\nYou handled that well enough when it happened, but I could still see the sadness in the back of your eyes. It wouldn't have been right to tell you that, secretly, part of me felt the same way. That didn't stop us from staying fast friends, though, and we accomplished so much together; people still talk about us there, about the crazy things we pulled off, trying to make the school a little better for all of us.\n\nAnd then it was time for me to go, and a time for all of us to be sad for a while. But there was no way we would forget those three wonderful years, and we kept in touch for a long time afterwards. Even being halfway across the country couldn't quite keep us apart. Somehow we found a way to be there for each other all the time.\n\nI remember seeing your beaming face in the crowd as they called me 'doctor' for the first time; watching you walk across a stage, staggering under the weight of a hood that made you look so small; the late-night phone calls as you tried to make sense of life and find meaning in the universe; the worry in your voice as you waited anxiously for a job that you thought would never come; the jubilation when you finally received that letter. You found a way to be there on that wonderful day when Amy and I exchanged our vows; and again, on that bleak morning when we laid flowers on her grave. I thought for a long time that I had lost the light in my life forever, but slowly and surely you showed me how to find it again.\n\nWe've worn these wedding bands for ten years now, and still every day reminds me of how lucky I am to have you in my life; I know we don't agree on a lot of things, but even after all the twists and turns and confusion and regrets, I'm glad we're still looking out for each other in our old age. And every day, when I look at my ring, watching it glistening golden in the morning sun, I wish I could turn back the clock and do it all over again. I'd have found you so much sooner, and I'd have loved you a whole lot longer.\n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are on the cusp of eradicating a major disease. Someone appears from the future to stop you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Portals ripped open throughout the hospital and giant tentacles wriggled out. \"No\"shouted a doctor. \"I must finish my serum for Hiterbane, the only known disease to target only Hitler!\". The writhing appendages grabbed the vial from his hands and they wrestled. Hitler could only watch impotently from his deathbead, too weak from the Hitlerbane ravaging his organs to lend any help. As the tentacles pulled the scientist and his serum into the portal Hitler used his last ounce of strength to bless all blue-eyed blond babies with the courage to stand up to the zionist interdimensional octopi of tomorrow, and then he died. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write the best hook you can think of; make me want to read more. Max 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up, after your eyes adjust, you start looking around and only see men in grey suits running in the rain in what looks like a dirty business district. You can only see in black and white. Rain is pouring down and you spot what looks like a cop with his back faced towards you scuffing people along, you stumble closer. Vision goes in and out, you tap his back asking for help, he turn around and then you see his metallic robotic face, His eyes turn from green to red and with a robotic voice he says: WHERE IS YOUR SUIT, NON COMPLIANCE IS LIABLE WITH TERMINATION. You get stunned and things turn black again. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Scientists, Engineers, Mathematicians, etc. are Rock Stars of this alternate version of Earth. Describe a day in the life of one of the biggest names in their respective field." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But isn't it a weird coincidence that *everybody* capable of astronomy *also* has a daily hard drug addiction?\"Steve italicized.\n\nJon jerked out his nap and bolted for the Steve's room. \"Steve I need to use your telescope!\"he called.\n\n\"Please don't!\"yelled back Steve, but Jon was already gone with it. \n\n\"I'm sure it's not all the scientists, just those SETI weirdos you gave your computer to,\"said Nico, pawing off a piece of tinfoil. He folded it into a hat and placed it on Steve's head. \n\n\"No, there must be something we're not supposed to be seeing up there,\"Steve said, wringing his hands. \n\n\"Back!\"yelled Jon, landing back on the couch with his head in Nico's lap. He held a fistful of LSD sheets in the air. \"Suits offered me this for the telescope the minute I set it up.\"\n\n\"You sold my aghphht--\"Steve's open mouth was a perfect 3-point crumpled LSD paper target.\n\n\"Swish!\"said Jon.\n\n\"Also they gave me a bunch of OxyContin.\"\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "The last spaceship to ever launch from Earth is boarded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But as usual I am four hours away from making the flight. My wife and kids are already boarded and are wondering where the hell I am. \nGovernment officials had made sure all the civillians on this planet were up in the New Solar System. All that will remain on earth will be all the prisoners and those who failed the planet tests, I of course did not have to take it bieng an elite member of M.O.N.W.D. This is better known as MISSIONS OF NEW WORLD DISCOVERIES. But here i was facing the most important mission of my life, and i was missing it. I guess my wife would remarry in time and my kids would call a different man DAD, and i would die with some of the most viscious and criminaly insane minds in the entire world. Yet I was not upset or frantic as one might think, I was calm and thinking more about my new reality. You see if I had to take the planet tests they would of seen me as I really am. I am a cold blooded killer. So you see I fit right in with all my new friends, I think I am going to have a real wild time just bieng me." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Before a millionaire blogger kills himself, he transfers his blog details (id/password) to his ghost writer who is about to turn 50." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uh, hey guys.\n\nIf you've been following the news recently, you probably heard that Jeff is dead. \n\nHe killed himself yesterday at 4:30 PM.\n\nHe has no friends, no family, no next of kin.\n\nHe left no note.\n\nAnd that, I guess, is where I come in.\n\nHi. You don't know me. My name is Gabe, I live in Illinois. I'm divorced, I have two daughters, and tomorrow I turn 49. I am, err, *was* an avid reader of Jeff's blog.\n\nAt 4:15 in the afternoon last night I received an email. When I saw who it was from, I just assumed it was another update email saying Jeff had posted something new. It wasn't. The email was short, and just had two lines with an email address and what appeared to be a password.\n\nSo here I am.\n\nI don't know why Jeff decided to do this - why he chose me. \n\nHell, I don't know why Jeff decided to do any of the things he chose to do. \n\nI don't know why Jeff, a successful writer making millions doing the craft he loves decided to leap from his fifth floor balcony during rush hour.\n\nAnd I realize that if you're reading this you're probably expecting something deep or profound, but I'm telling you right now to stop.\n\nI'm not Jeff.\n\nI don't know why Jeff killed himself, or why he emailed me in his final moments, but I do know that he left a profound impact on anyone who had the good fortune of stumbling upon his page.\n\nPeople like him come around once in a generation, and I'll be damned if I ever discover someone as wise and witty as he was.\n\nI guess that's Jeff's last post. Sorry I couldn't do you justice. This one is for you, buddy. Here's to one more keystroke.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are the Devil’s advocate, and after centuries of legal maneuvering you have finally brought the case before Heaven’s Supreme Court. Now is the time to make your closing arguments for why Lucifer should be released and allowed back into Paradise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your honor, I understand the concerns this court may have about pardoning my client and allowing his release into the general public in paradise. But my client is just misunderstood. My client is simply a victim. All he wanted was to be appreciated for all his hard work just as much has God. Instead, he was shunned out and used as a scapegoat for everything wrong in the world. Your honor, for thousands of years murderers, rapists, thieves, and immoral pigs have blamed my client for their wrong doings. They have even been told to do so by the prosecutors themselves. They've made him an image for them to blame their mistakes on. It was this that ultimately made my client seem evil, and consequently had no choice but to live as so. God made ALL angels, meaning he was responsible for them and the way they turned out. If Lucifer had all this potential to be evil, doesn't it mean he was CREATED with this evil potential. Then is it not ultimately God who was responsible for placing that evil him. In addition, this court has set a precedent of forgiveness, even to horrible humans. If God made this angel, why would he not forgive him for his mistakes. Think of all the good this would do. If Lucifer is in paradise it would set the ultimate example of forgiveness and redemption- using all that power for good instead. It's simple, if Lucifer is in paradise doing well, he is not doing evil. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You've volunteered to become the first recipient of a vaccine against religion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've always supported this research. Religion was the plague of humanity, and we would be the first to heal it. Naturally I volunteered to be first. They were wary, after all, I was an atheist, so how would they know if it worked? Plus, since I would be the first human (first organism, in fact) to have this vaccine, who knew the side effects? But I wanted this so badly. I was willing to do anything. So I registered as FSM pastafarian. \n\nI was never afraid of shots. I actually kinda liked them, that I was getting science and research injected into my arm. But there was a certain sense of dread here. This was still extremely experimental. \n\nThat's what makes it exhilarating, right?\n\n*But I could die! We don't know the side effects!*\n\nThis is for science. One life is worth it.\n\n*But this is *your* life!*\n\nThere are many other minds like me. The benefits are worth the risks.\n\n*But...*\n\nThe internal war subsided as I felt the pinch of the needle. I felt the cold fluid rushing through my body. The effects were supposed to be close to instantaneous, and last much longer than the current human lifespan.\n\nI can't very well describe what happened with words. The situation brings to mind the Vulcan personality. I became a being of pure logic. Those ridiculous emotions no longer effect me. Of course it is undesirable that we confused emotions with religion, but it is for the better. Humanity, if we are to survive past the destruction of this planet through C02, must become beings of pure logic. Such trifling matters like religion impede human progress. Think, at every stage of scientific development, the Church tried to stop it. With this, we will help humanity immensely. In fact, we will save humanity.\n\nThat is why we're releasing gas bombs full of the vaccine into churches, synagogues, monasteries, big cities, and schools across the world on 2014-08-03. \n\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Mixing this third ingredient with Diet Coke and Mentos causes something totally unexpected. You have just discovered this fact." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not exactly a new ingredient but...\n\nBoredom's a funny thing. Some people react to it by racing in shopping trolleys with their friends, some go for long drives, and yet others just sleep. I work in a laboratory with cool equipment like scanning electron microscopes, mass spectrometers, and... and vacuum chambers. Hmm. Let's see what else I've got here.\n\nI guess there's the can of coke on my desk but I've put enough cans in the chamber, that's just dull now. What's this in my pocket, though? Ah! It's a pack of Mentos. Actually... yeah I could do with one of those, mm tasty. Anyway, I might as well mix it with the Coke. It's not like the reaction's a mystery but at least it's entertaining.\n\nI'd better do it in the vacuum chamber so I don't make too much of a mess, the boss is a real hardass...\n\nI wonder what'll happen if I turn the vacuum on?\n\n.\n\n.\n\n.\n\nThis better be worth it, I've never spent so much time on a contraption to drop a mint into a drink once vacuum has formed. Oh well, it's done now and the vacuum's nearly complete. Yes mint you just drop right into the brown cokey depths. Ok the foam's forming a bit slow but I guess that's to be expected? I really have no clue, this is kind of new ground. Hang on, why's the coke turned white and creamy? Where's the explosion? The spurting foam? This is lame! Well I guess I might as well grab the minty crap and chuck it in the bin.\n\nOh wait. What's rumbling? Erm, what's happening to the can, why is it... it looks like water's pouring down glass in front of it. I may have fucked up here.\n\n*POP!*\n\nShit, the can's gone. Er, what? So a Mentos/Coke reaction in a vacuum obliterates both? I wonder if that'll work with my dog's poop..." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A business executive notices his work calendar is showing events he/she hasn't even scheduled yet. Then he/she realizes it's predicting the future, but only in relation to his/her career." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*Meeting at 2pm*\n\nI stared at my calender in confusion. Today was March 21st, and the meeting was scheduled tomorrow. But I had no memory of the scheduling. When did I write it down? I never wrote down anything in his calender, I had a phone to keep track of events. Strange. I was at his home, and the only person that would write on my calender was my wife, but my wife doesn't use the the calender either.\n\n**March 22nd, 2014**\n\nSally patched through a phone call from the CEO of the company. He wanted me to come down for a meeting at 2:00. \"Thomas,\"he said \"Don't forget to bring the graph recordings.\"The calender briefly flashes into my head. Probably a coincidence?\n\nWhen I got home that day, the calender was filled with little scribbles. When I looked closer, the little scribbles were events marked with time. For March 23rd, it said *Chad reminds you about his vacation*. Oh right, Chad wanted some leave time with his family. But how....... and on March 24th it said *Hal announces his retirement*. \n\n**March 24th, 2014**\n\nWhat the hell... Hal announced his retirement in front of the whole room! And Chad reminded me that he was going to leave yesterday! Is it possible the calender has some sort of paranormal power? I had to take a closer look.\n\nWhen I got home, I looked at the calender. It was filled with events written by who knows. It goes on through March, April, May, all the way to September. It stops there. August is filled to the brim, but on the first day of September it's just empty. Maybe it'll fill later? \n\n**August 21st, 2014**\n\nI'm worried. September is still empty.\n\n**August 31st, 2014**\n\nI had to check again. There is probably going to be nothing on the calender, but I had to make sure one last time. I flipped the calender to September again, and I saw two event appear. There was one at September 3rd, and one at September 25th. The one at September 3rd said:\n\n*Sally contacts home, concerned about Thomas' disappearance.*\n\nWhat I saw on September 25th made my heart drop.\n\n*Thomas' department calls for a day off to attend his funeral.*" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "You are a serial killer, you have killed many. But this time, you're not so lucky. What happens?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They won't find out.. They won't find out.. They can't, I've done this hundreds of times I'll just go back to work and pretend that sports injury is acting up again. No one would ever suspect a thing. I was at church last night Glen saw me. He didn't know I left out the side door. If I need an aliby he'll vouch. \n\nSo much nastiness. Reminds me of the first couple times. So slippery then sticky then crusty. Why did I ever switch from the razor? It must've been somewhere along route 43. I forget her name, they all look the same to me now. Reminds me of a racist joke my uncle use to tell. If I'd only stuck to using razors. Knives are too hard to ditch. Damn. What the hell am I going to do with all the blood in my trunk. How many deer can a girl hit before people start to wonder? \n\nNo one will find out...No one will find out. She didn't even see my face she only felt the blade. Why the hell were they out there at that time of night. Kids dammit. Meth heads? Who knows. I didn't want to do them all but that's what you get when you come across a scene like that. Now instead of the random hooker they have a triple homicide. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A powerful alien race has come to earth and threaten to destroy it completly unless mankind gives a single sacrifice the aliens have chosen. That sacrifice is you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It’s all a bit surreal. \n\n\nTheir fingers are cold, like dry ice, even a slight brush leaves a burn. Luckily I can tell they’re trying not to touch me as they hurry to stick little blue pins into my flesh. They seem disgusted by my nude body. Understandable. \n\t\n\nIt all started with a beer and then another and shots and who knows what else, I’m pretty sure there was a line of coke in the men’s room, but it’s mostly a blur. I remember thinking this would really impress my friends, Amanda might even consider fucking me. Imagine offering yourself up for Alien sacrifice to save the human race, and you could fill out an application online, what could be easier? Over three million people had already applied, and the application had only been up 48 hours. I mean what the fuck kind of nut jobs is this planet full of.\n\nI suppose it seemed like a good idea at the time, they were only gonna pick one unlucky son a bitch and there was absolutely no fucking reason they should want me. Brian Donaldson from..\n\n\n“Fuck me in ass with a popsicle stick!” Pain surges through my body and the blue pins come alive. I don’t know it yet, but these will be my last words and they will become famous, even if I had known I probably wouldn’t have said anything different, they seem to sum up my predicament pretty well. The aliens twitter at each other and I get the distinct impression they’re pleased. \n\t\nThey don’t have eyes, but I can feel one staring at me just the same, it’s twittering at me and in my head and I hear a voice, it sounds vaguely familiar, almost like Morgan Freeman from Shawshank Redemption and I can’t help but think how fucking strange all this shit is. \n\t\n\n“Well now Brian, were going to start the procedure, you should feel a good amount of pain, and it will last quite a while, when it’s over all your cells will be liquified, and then you see we’ll have the information we need. We do appreciate your sacrifice and if you could please lie still it would be most helpful.”\n\t\n\nThe voice almost distracts me from the words. But Morgan Freeman can’t trump a death sentence he can just make it sounds a little better. \n\n\nI can’t help feel an ache of sadness slip through the general numbness of my existence. I suppose I was chosen because I wouldn’t be missed, because I’m just that useless. Sure some of my friends would be a bit sad, but they’re probably thinking more about how cool this’ll be for them. “Yea you know my friend’s the guy the Aliens sacrificed.” I wonder how much pussy that’ll bring? \n\t\n\nI’ll go down in history, Christopher Colombus, Neil Armstrong and Brian Donaldson. But staring at my imminent death, it’s not really much consolation. I have so many regrets, some more profound than others and more than I could possibly rehash it my last moments, but as I see the Aliens twitter at each other giddily and the pain starts to stream through my body the only regret I can seem to focus on is that I didn’t even get fuck Amanda.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A maintenance worker heads for the elevator after finishing up a shift in the lowest basement of an office building. As the elevator starts to move, he realizes two things: he forgot to hit a button, and the elevator is moving down..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A bead of sweat rolled lightly down his forehead. Jon, a large man by normal standards, pulled the wrench downwards, tightening the bolt near the boiler. The fearsome steel machine needed regular maintenance or else the large heating system for the building would clog from smudge and debris. \n\nAs he applied pressure to the wrench, a pipe rattled loose. Steam and smoke began to pour from the opening into his face. He covered his mouth quickly with the sleeve of his coveralls. As the unhealthy smog filled the room, Jon began to cough. The smoke clouded all of his senses. A loud, high pitched scream emitted from the boiler as the gas continued to escape. \n\nI am going to die in here, screamed Jon's panicked thoughts. He scrambled to his left, blindly in the direction of the door. As he ran, Jon stumbled over a mop bucket which was unfortunately in his path. A lurching scream came from his lungs as his left knee crashed into the concrete. Falls were not enjoyable for a man nearing his late sixties. His mouth, now open, was vulnerable to the suffocating mass of smoke and steam. His lungs burned as he heaved it from his system. A dim light shone through the mist. It had to the be the window of the door.\n\t\nJon limped across the remaining distance, shoving the swinging door into the wall. Smoke poured through the door behind him. White concrete brick walls lined the hallway for about fifty meters. The low fluorescent lights flickered above him. All he had to do was reach the elevator shaft at the other end of the hallway.\n\nThe smog advanced steadily behind him as he managed to make the distance down the dismal hallway. He jammed his fist into the button on the left panel of the elevator. The two, large metal doors creaked slowly open. Jon slid through the opening into the damp elevator. He jammed his index finger into the button with the inward arrows that closed the doors faster. He fell backwards on his haunches.\n \nHow had this day ended so wrong? He was just about to go home to this waiting wife when this had to happen. The entire New York fire department would be down here in a matter of minutes. The only to blame was him, Jon Miller. \n\nThe elevator began to lurch as it began its motion. The ride to the actual ground level took a while since the boiler was held three stories below the lobby. He could imagine the fire department trucks driving almost recklessly as the fire alarms were set off by the smog. \n\n“Long ride ahead?” \n\nJon practically jumped out of the elevator as the voice spoke behind him. Another man in a similar janitor's uniform stood behind him. \n\n“Who in the world are you?” asked Jon incredulously. His eyes were open wide as he kept his distance within the cramped space. \n\n“The name's Bill, and your name is Jon.” He smiled as he spoke to him.\n\nJon looked towards the dial above the elevator doors. Surely, it should have reached the ground floor by now. The dial hand, however, bounced uselessly to the left. The elevator was definitely not going up, but where else could it go?\n\n“Where are we going!” yelled Jon.\n\n“Down. That is really all I know too. I am just the captain of this ship.”\n\nJon stared at him, not understanding what he was talking about. “We are in an elevator! The boiler is flooding the building and I need to get to the ground floor to explain to the fire department. What are you even talking about or doing here?”\n\nBill sighed, “Jon, you're dead.”\n\n“Dead?” Jon pricked his arm. “I don't feel dead! I have no idea who you are or how you know my name.”\n\n“The smog, it got to your lungs,” explained Bill. “Your soul is just imagining you escaped. You made a mistake. It happens to the best repairmen. I wouldn't take it too personal.”\n\n“Let's assume I am dead. Where are we going then?”\n\n“They call it the Grey Room. It is more of an in-between. We all have to pay for our maintenance mistakes.”\n\n“So, I am headed to Purgatory.” stated Jon, still disbelieving.\n\n“Not quite, it is more specialized. Like our profession.”\n\nThe bell rang and the door to the elevator opened. A line of men in blue or grey coveralls were lined up before a desk. A short and plump receptionist was examining papers behind the short wall rising from the desk. There were two directions to go from there. The door to the right had the words “COOL” written across it. The door to the left had “HEAT” inscribed on its surface. \n\n“Here is just a tip.” whispered Bill into Jon's ear. “Try to avoid the left door. " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A former war criminal loses memory and becomes obsessed with bringing himself (unwittingly) to justice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "January 2nd, 2014\n\nI awoke in a hospital. There were flowers surrounding me, colors of a white so pure as if untainted by the sins of this world. I had returned from a war months ago, and I can confidently say that there is evil inside all of us, if we are willing to let it consume our natural goodness. If only we were like these flowers - simple, yet beautiful; fragile, yet harmonious with their surroundings - then maybe we would be able to rid ourselves of such foolishness. I got up and walked out of the hospital, leaving a note behind to tell of my departure. \n\nAs I stood outside, I realized that I had no idea as to where I was headed. I tried to concentrate, but I could remember nothing, no address, no family, no friends to lead me to my destination. I found the nearest homeless shelter and stated that I was a retired soldier, and they let me in with open arms. And here I lay now, in the midst of many others who have all the time in the world, yet nowhere to go. Is it sad, or are we free?\n\nJanuary 3rd, 2014\n\nOddly, this journal was the only object in my possession at the time of my return to consciousness. I plan to keep track of what happens both to me and around me in case I once again relapse to my memory loss.\n\nToday was uneventful, yet enjoyable. I sat in the park and closed my eyes. I listened to birds chirping, children laughing, couples flirting, dogs barking viciously. Although unrelated, these sounds created a symphony that many people ignore due to their urgencies. It's ironic how people claim to be busy and have no time for relaxation, pitying themselves in their misery, when they are the ones throwing themselves into such situations.\n\nIn the shelter, we have access to very little television, which I do not mind at all. There are three channels: one for news, one for soap operas, and the other for distasteful humor. I usually only stay to watch about five minutes before boring myself. This self-made entertainment is directed at an audience sheltered from the excitement of the real world. They only see the dangers, and thus cower in fear while maintaining their sanity by directing their attention to such crude forms of amusement. It truly is sad to think about all those who have never, and will never, explore the world as God as made it.\n\n\nJanuary 28th, 2014\n\nThere was a news segment today that caught my attention. A criminal was on the loose, apparently one who had done inhumane things. I could not acquire any more details on this, since they changed the channel too quickly. I left shortly thereafter.\n\nFebruary 4th, 2014\n\nThis criminal, Eve N. DeWeill, had been a war criminal. They began to go into detail her deeds, but because of the ramblings of two drunk beggars, I could hear no more. \n\nThis revelation disgusted me. Those who were in duty should have honor and a desire to end acts of violence and calamity, not further its development. This thought continued to bring me to a sense of fury, but I could only pray for her detainment and hope that justice bring it's wrath upon her.\n\nFebruary 20th, 2014\n\nShe had mercilessly slaughtered civilians, women and children, who had already surrendered. Yet, they had excused her of her crimes. How could this happen? How could we, as a nation, forgive such heinous acts? I broke my door in frustration and was given stern discipline because of it. I tried explaining the reason for my action, but they simply dismissed me and warned me that if this behavior continued, I would be forced to leave. I walked away, helpless. How is there a god that allows this kind of injustice? I could not hold back my tears as I yelled in anguish, only subsiding to the night when my eyes could not stay open any longer.\n\nMarch 13, 2014\n\nI have had a reoccurring nightmare where I am standing in a field of lilies. I walk and pick one of them out of the ground, but instead of roots, blood flows from it's stem. As I cry out in shock, I begin to trample on the surrounding lilies, and they too bleed. I am left in a field of blood, on my knees, weeping. I hear laughter, and it echoes, and sometimes I try to shout in an attempt to block it out when I realize that I am the one laughing. \n\nMarch 20th, 2014\n\nGod has delivered justice, and I am the angel to bring its sentence. \n\nThe criminal was last seen in a part of town near where I am staying. I quickly grabbed the little belongings that I had in search of this monster. The nightmares continue, but I can make them disappear. If justice is served, then bliss shall follow.\n\nApril 2nd, 2014\n\nAfter reading the newspaper, I realized that the criminal is a man, not a woman. I have been led in the wrong direction, but I shall find him soon enough. The nightmares grow more intense, and I can barely sleep for an hour before waking up, sweating, panting, desiring for this torment to end. But they only fuel my resolve further.\n\nApril 9th, 2014\n\nAlthough the current newspapers have no new information on the criminal, I looked through multiple trash bins before finding one from about a month ago. Along with his address, it contains a picture of the culprit. I am tired now, but I will find him tomorrow.\n\nApril 10th, 2014\n\nI have taken a cab to his exact address. I apologized to the driver that I had nothing to give him, but after explaining my situation, he only wished me luck in my endeavors and my safety. I am approaching the door right now. May God look favorably at me, for I am His righteous servant, delivering what was long due.\n\nI knocked on the door, knowing that peace was at hand. A woman appeared before me, but I knew he was here somewhere. When I asked about his whereabouts, she simply stared at me, as if I were a fool. I had no time to explain, so I pushed her aside and ran in. I opened door after door but could find no one. There was only one more room to check, so I barged in. I saw multiple photos, each containing his face. But as I swung open the closet, I laid eyes on myself for the first time in months. My eyes were red due to lack of sleep, and dark circles had dug into the crevices around them. My face was dirtied beyond recognition, but how could one forget himself? I smiled and took slow steps backward as a woman yelled in the background.\n\nMay the Lord find favor in His servant. \n\n________________________\n\nI heard a knocking on the door. As I opened it, I saw a man, clearly unkempt, with a look of glee on his face.\n\n\"Where is he hiding?\"He asked.\n\nI did not understand why he was here, but he did not wait for my response. He pushed me aside and began to go from room to room in search of a man. I yelled at him, threatening to call the cops, when all went silent. I gave him three seconds to come downstairs, but before I could finish, I heard a gunshot. My ears rang, but I still heard the thud, and I ran upstairs, not knowing what had happened. \n\nAnd before my eyes lay my husband, Evan D. Weil, smiling with a gun in hand, blood pouring out of the bullet wound in his skull." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "A Man awakens on a space ship, far in the future. The only other person on the ship is a malfunctioning robot. What happens?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Infinite corn fields basked in the gentle glow of two stars, one in part shielded by a titanic moon. It was here she danced. Amongst the promise of food and life she held her distended stomach and span, laughing before collapsing into a pillow of crushed corn. He falls beside her and places calloused hands onto her face, tracing her cheekbones before leaning in to kiss her long and hard. He pulls slowly back and looks into her eyes and tells her that he will be back. That no fool could keep him from her and his child. She strokes his hair as he falls back onto her lap and basks in the glow of two suns. It was cold. So cold.\n\nSo cold… \n\nAnd dark… \n\nAnd.. Painful.\n\nHis eyes open to dim green glows and a gasp of frozen vapor. Clutching at his icy skin, he attempts to blanket himself with his own arms before throwing himself from the table and braking open the MediKit for the survival blanket. It offered little but it was something. \n\nHe runs towards the fading lights of the control system and glances at numbers that he was never supposed to understand. Complex trajectories and mapping, usually. But the numbers seem easier than he remembered. There were no adjustments, no diversions or gravitational slingshots in play. Nothing ahead. With a furrowed brow he stared at a series of battery symbols. None of them were displaying signs of the usual trickle of energy from distant stars and his was completely run dry. That explained the wake up… His eyes shot up towards a dial displaying a large string of 9’s and he tapped the screen at them expectantly. The tapping creshendoed into punches and cracks and a fistful of broken glass.\n\nHe runs to the front of the ship and falls to his knees at the window. He stares into a view of nothingness disturbed by the occasional dot of a dying or dead star. An almost dead universe explains the lack of power. It explains the wake up.\n\n“Albert” he grumbled, jumping to his feet and running into the back room. He stares at a slouched android staring at a console which although darkened through loss of power has words burned into its screen, the most noticeable of all sitting at the top. It reads “Reddit”.\n\n“YOU HAD ONE JOB! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAKE US UP WHEN WE WERE CLOSE!” the man screams. “THAT DAMN DEVICE WAS TO KEEP YOU MILDLY INTERESTED!!!”\n\nHe weeps and kicks the android and it falls lifelessly to the floor. He kicks and stamps and kicks until the floor is sharp metal and his own blood and tears. He breaks down into the mess and claws at his head. He rolls and stares at the ceiling. “They died so long ago” he thinks.\n\nIt is with a sense of resolve that he stands silently and walks into the cockpit. He sits not in the center seat but that adjacent to it. That with the controls. Scanning the horizon he locks on to a nearby dying star and smiles. With some trial and error he gets the creaking ship onto the right course. He lays back and closes his eyes. He waits. \n\n\nInfinite corn fields basked in the gentle glow of two stars, one in part shielded by a titanic moon. It was here she danced. Amongst the promise of food and life she held her distended stomach and span, laughing before collapsing into a pillow of crushed corn. He falls beside her and places calloused hands onto her face, tracing her cheekbones before leaning in to kiss her long and hard. He pulls slowly back and looks into her eyes and tells her that he will be back. That no fool could keep him from her and his child. She strokes his hair as he falls back onto her lap and basks in the glow of two suns. It was hot. So hot.\n\nSo hot… \n\nAnd bright… \n\nAnd.. Painful.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "I want to write something about/with thieves, heists or con artists..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind the scenes of [large city/country] wages a war between two enigmatic shadow powers. Their conflicts aren't fought between armies or governments on battlefields and grand political stages, but between mercenaries in back alleys and information brokers in dingy pubs.\n\nBecause of their secrecy, there is a fair amount of disconnect between the various levels of organization - operatives for each side have some amount of freedom in regards to achieving their goals without their superiors knowing - need to know, and whatnot.\n\nAn ace group of heisters - a team assembled from the corners of the globe through their shared skill and lust for money, blood, and glory - is new to the scene, and has recently been hired for a series of jobs by multiple \"Johnsons.\"\n\nThe catch? Nobody - not them, not the shadow powers, no one - knows that they're being hired on both sides of the conflict.\n\n---\n\nPlay with that as you will." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write something to go along with this song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A beach. Southern Italy, near dawn. Night of fine feasting, dancing, drinking and wandering lonely in the winding streets.\n\nLike a beacon, bringing the ships home safe to harbour. Come from the darkness to light the way.\n\nThere is no time for questions; the sun will be risen soon. Only dance with me, on this cool sand, under this harvest moon. \n\nKisses given and received like holy sacrament. Fingertips that linger in the parting clasp.\n" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "(PM) Prompt me please? :)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One night. That's all the time he has left with her. He walks in between two guards as they escort him to the room he'll be staying in on his last night. Tomorrow morning at precisely eight am he'll be hung. He'll be hung and she'll be alone.\n\nHe walks into the room and hears the lock click behind him. Staring at the floor he watches as her feet come closer to him, her red toenails shining in the light from the candles. Her hands slide to the sides of his face, lifting his head until their eyes meet. Tears slide from her grey eyes as she places a gentle kiss upon his forehead.\n\n\"Come, let's not waste tonight.\"she says, pulling him towards a large bed. As he walks across the room he looks around. The walls are painted a deep red to match the deep red carpet. There are no windows. After all, they wouldn't want him escaping before his execution would they? Next to the large bed there is one small table cluttered with lit candles casting shadows across the room. From what he can see this is the only source of light. \n\nShe climbs onto the bed and sits indian style, looking at him. He looks her over from head to toe, drinking in her beauty. Her pale white skin glows in the candlelight. Dark wavy hair cascades around her shoulders, stray locks covering most of her eyes. His gaze travels to her stomach, round with child. A tear slips from his eye, knowing tonight will be the last night he will ever spend with her. Knowing that he will never get the chance to hold his only son.\n\nHe climbs onto the bed in front of her and takes her stomach in his hands, leaning his head down to place a kiss on the soft flesh. Her hands find their way into his thick black hair, smoothing it back from his face. He hears her begin to sob.\n\n\"Please Kaia, no more tears tonight. Let us make tonight one of happiness, not sadness. There will be time for sadness later.\"\n\nHe raises his head and kisses her collarbone. He continues kissing his way upwards until his mouth meets hers. The kiss starts out gentle, a soft brush of lips against each other. Suddenly he finds himself ravaging her mouth, never getting enough of the feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her.\n\nFinally, needing to breathe, he pulls away, leaning his forehead against hers, both of them breathing raggedly. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, breathing in the woodsy scent of her hair.\n\n\"I love you Rhoan\"she whispers into his neck, her breath warm against him.\n\n\"I love you too\"he says, fighting back tears. \"Let's not think of the future tonight. Let's focus on us, together, right now\".\n\nWith those words he lays her down gently, looking into her eyes.\n\n\"I don't want to lose you\"she says quietly.\n\nPutting his hand over her heart he says \"I'll see you again one day. And until then I'll be right here. Now let's forget about the rest of the world. Let me make love to you until morning\"\n\nAnd so he did.\n\n\n\n*Sorry to make it so short, would've wrote more, but I have to get up early so I gotta go to bed. Thanks for the prompts guys!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Van Helsing discovers Count Dracula's hiding place. It becomes quickly apparent that the old vampire has dementia and doesn't remember his nemesis." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who are you again?\"Dracula's eyes were dull, listless. His skin had grown sallow. Sure, he was technically immortal, but it didn't protect him from the effects of age, sadly enough. Time had not been kind to him.\n\n\"You remember me, you demon of the night, you pimp of Satan, you thing of the damned! I thought I had vanquished you once, but now you seem to have sprung back up like a vicious hydra!\"Van Helsing spat at the shell of his once great enemy, who now seemed like less of a knife in the dark, less of a thing to be feared than to be pitied.\n\n\"I'm looking for my wife, Beatrice. She was here just a minute a go, she was making coffee. Then the War between the States happened.\"Beatrice had been dead for sixty years. The Count had moments of clarity some days... He would weep, he would mourn, he would realize her absence, but most he spent in a fog.\n\n\"Be you mad, or be you sane, I'll see you staked tonight again!\"Van Helsing spoke with the intensity of a zealot, and he was one. A soldier of God, he seemed to age slowly, gracefully. But his God was more similar to Dracula than he cared to philosophize upon. A God that asked him to drink of it's blood and eat of it's body.\n\n\"Beatrice dear, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when my shows are on.\"" } ]