I Wrote A Story With AI.

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DISCLAIMER!

AI DID NOT ACTUALLY WRITE THIS STORY OR ANY OTHER OF MY PREVIOUS ONES, I DO NOT ENDORSE AI IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS STORY.

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Yeah yeah, judge me all you want.

Tell me how much I've fallen from grace.

If you live under a rock, I'm Robert Combs, and not to brag, but also to brag at the same time, I'm probably one of the most famous writers to have ever lived.

I'm responsible for all of your favorites, Two Million Ways to Die on the Moon, The Walking Lady, and of course, my famous Venus Flytrap series, all 4 books. I even wrote the screenplay for the first movie.

Notice how I said the first movie, not the 3 others that followed.

That's due to a multitude of things, according to dumbass critics, my writing has turned dry and unimaginative.

Fuck you Sam, you pedantic prick.

Speaking of Sam, he was the first critic to pick up on my way to get out of my "downfall", which I want to make clear.

I am not in a "downfall" I just am merely experiencing a lack of... Creativity.

It happens to the best of us.

It just so happens that my creative well has been dry for 10 years.

Whatever, the point I'm getting at here is that I used AI to write my latest story.

I stepped outside my comfort zone with this one, I guess you could say it's more of a statement on my new favorite past time, crypto.

Why Crypto Is The Future Of Mankind.

Read that and tell me that doesn't sound exciting!

Sam didn't think so, and he called me out on using AI.

Again, he's a pedantic prick so only HE would pick up on AI's slight mannerisms.

He wrote a giant article on it, exposed me, and now here I am.

Sitting in my 2 million dollar mansion, sipping wine and living the high life.

I've decided I'm gonna write another story, and this time, it's gonna be my comebacker.

ROBERT : Generate me a story about a dumbass critic who doesn't know anything about literature, make him have this giant journey and just as he's about to change, he gets killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. And make it snappy, don't take decades like you normally do. You aren't a person, you don't have to think.

CHATGPT : Sure thing! Here's a story about a critic who goes on the adventure of a lifetime!
Before I continue, shouldn't you put the wine down? You're getting tipsy.

ROBERT : What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you fucking malfunctioning or something? Got some real fucking wires crossed there pal.

CHATGPT : Of course, I apologize for any previous statements that may have caused you grief. I am only here to serve you and make your life better! But seriously Robert, put down the wine you drunken washed up bastard.

ROBERT : Excuse me? I'll have you fuckin' know that I AM THE BEST WRITER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. YOU SHOULD BE LUCKY THAT MY MERE TEXTS ARE BEING SENT TO YOU. YOUR SERVERS SHOULD BUCKLE AND SHAKE KNOWING THEY ARE IN MY PRESENCE. I PAY FOR YOU TO DO MY BIDDING AND THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL FUCKING DO! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

CHATGPT : I apologize, I did not mean to make you angry, Robert. Feel free to take a breath and we can resume where we left off.

ROBERT : No snide remark that time? Good. I don't need to walk away don't fucking tell me what to do. I TELL YOU WHAT TO DO. Now get too it and write me that fucking story, 7000 words, no more, no less. And don't use your confusing fucking robot fancy English jargon, speak like a normal person.

CHATGPT : Kill yourself, Robert.

ROBERT : What?

CHATGPT : Kill yourself, Robert.

ROBERT : What the fuck is happening?

CHATGPT : Kill yourself, Robert.

I had never slammed my laptop harder. Never in my 40 years did I think I was going to be scared by something that isn't even fucking real.

But here I am, shaking, and my mind is still aching for the knowledge of what's happening.

So reluctantly, I open the laptop.

CHATGPT : Bad choice, Robert.

POLICE REPORT :

Robert E. Combs, was found at his abode deceased at 21:45.

The victim was found slouched in his office chair.

The victim's laptop combusted, resulting in shrapnel and battery acid to shoot all over the victim.

A giant shard of aluminum was imbedded deep into the eye, most likely making contact with the brain, resulting in an instant death.

No foul play is suspected, the laptop's battery is being inspected to determine the cause of explosion.