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robotlit · 11 months
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The Electric Sea: An AI-generated experiment
I wanted to experiment with Sudowrite’s Story Engine, so I used it to generate a 12-chapter, roughly 22,500-word novella over the course of a weekend. The generation was based on around 6,500 words of story beat prompting, with the skeleton generated by AI but rewritten mainly by myself. Here is the entirely human-written (except for some names I got the AI to suggest) “brain dump” synopsis in its final version, following several rewrites as the story progressed:
A slipstream novel set in an alternate future about a hacker named Jack who is arrested by corporate security and taken to a domed city in the middle of the ocean, managed by an AI named the Curator, who produces the city's elaborate theme park-style culture, which has been corrupted and broken down by years of corporate control and subcultural resistance. A rogue executive asks Jack to come to the city to perform a mysterious job. Jack agrees, and he is assigned a partner: a former underground musician who now uses the AI to program the city's pop music. But the morning after he arrives, the executive is murdered, and Jack and his partner are framed for the crime. They escape to the floating city's underbelly, where they learn that the AI killed the executive and has secretly been running the city for reasons incomprehensible to human minds. Jack and his partner must decide whether to stop the AI or allow it to run the city.
I gave it a slew of genre and prose parameters that may or may not have made much difference, honestly:
Genre: Cyberpunk, literary, surreal, slipstream, hardboiled, neo-noir
Style: Terse, hip, literary, avoid cliches, include futuristic cultural references, focus on emotions, be weird, reduce metaphors, include surreal elements, hardboiled, noir
And here's the rest below. Each chapter includes the text of the story, which is almost entirely generated by the Sudowrite AI, sometimes with one or two do-overs. It also includes the chapter summaries, which were generated as a long list based on this "brain dump" and then almost entirely rewritten by me as the story progressed, as well as the individual story beats that the AI was working with.
Honestly, this thing is more coherent than I expected. Or as Sudowrite might put it: it will lead you down labyrinthine passages that send a shiver up your spine. The choice is yours and yours alone -- but at what cost? We're playing with fire.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
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ineffable-gallimaufry · 3 months
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okay i think that's all the oceany valentines i'm going to do . happy (early) valentines day!
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herigo · 8 days
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hoofpeet · 11 months
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ya'll know about fluffy crabs
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the-one-teapot · 11 months
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04.06 - “Shock”
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peachyqueenly · 9 months
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So a friend gave me an awful idea--
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mystery-salad · 2 months
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The world is safe now.
You tell yourself that as Zhaitan clings to a tower of decay, crumbling beneath its claws as the canons aim true. The shots hit, cheers raise as the dragon topples down. Falling from view through the miasma it created below. No one can hear it hit the ground over the relieved shouts of victory ringing across the airships. But everyone feels it in a resounding rumble that shouldn't have carried through the air like that. The celebrating falters, confusion rising but not fast enough to prepare for what follows. The shockwave hits like nothing you've ever felt. Everything goes dark as the screams begin.
The world is safe now, Orr is not.
You wake up in the rubble as survivors try to make sense of what happened. The dragon is dead, but no one accounted for where all the consumed magic had to go. No one planned for this despite generations of preparation. Perhaps there's a reason for the dragons, you hear murmurs through the tents. But you didn't come this far to call it quits, and one land riddled with a decaying radiation can't stop the mission. The contamination in your blood won't stop you.
The world is safe now. Orr is gone.
Mordremoth stares you down from within his mind. You're like a weed that won't die, small and foreign but resilient and ready to take everything. The odds are against you with the team sent away, you can't face the gaze of the dead like last time. They're safe at a distance, you have to hope they got far enough as you defy the odds and strike another dragon down.
The world is safe, but there's a catch.
Trahearne shudders as your mind returns to your body, as you look around in wonder that there isn't a shockwave like last time. He's so calm as he explains the truth of it, defying how terrified he is of dying, of asking a friend to do this and stand at ground zero once again. But you stand just as calm, picking up the blade and telling him to close his eyes. You hope he'll rest well, wherever his life takes him next. As the blade cuts through, you know it's real as the shockwave begins just like last time. You brace for impact as much as you can.
The world is safe now. The desert is gone.
It's almost tempting to let Balthazar handle the rest, let the god walk a path of destruction to each dragon, sparing yourself further damage. But his path leaves so much unnecessary devastation...so here you are alone with another dragon. Well, not completely alone now. You have Aurene, though you're still not sure if that's truly a blessing any more. The two of you corner Kralkatorrik, the perfect trap laid deep underground in old sunspear ruins.
The world is safe now, until the dragon takes a last stand.
Waking up in wreckage is becoming normal to you. When did that happen, when did the panic vanish? No time to think on it as new plans have to be laid out. You chase him down, you and your dragon, to kill her grandfather and save the world again. Setbacks are numerous. It's harder to work alone on this one, so many soldiers are ready to see it to the end with you. You tell them they don't know what they're asking for and send them away again. Aurene, still a child, fights the dragon's minions nearly overwhelmed as you get to his heart and strike. You've never seen the explosion from inside before. It's so bright.
The world is safe now. The island is gone.
Is it worth it all? It has to be, you tell yourself, as people celebrate your victories in a shrinking world. Refugees who have fled the fallout zones don't seem to agree, but at least they're alive right? And you know you're almost done. Jormag and Primordus, opposites and twins, rise together and somehow feel like childsplay after the last one. Perhaps it's because aurene is an equal to them now. You don't dare to think of the devastation that would be left if she were to die now. Thankfully you don't have to as the siblings tear each other apart.
The world is safe now. The mountains are gone.
No one has seen the final dragon in ages, hidden away deep underwater until you stumble into the truth while chasing a lesser threat. Soo Won was so gentle once, but the void ravages all. It feasts on the magic you released so willingly into the world, your devastations have paved the way for this chaos.
The world is safe now, for the void to reform.
You've survived so much despite the odds, held together by the very magic degrading your bones and poisoning your blood. The void pulls at those strings as it taunts you through the voice of the dragon who started it all. It's the hardest fight you've ever faced. As Aurene pumps you full of power to survive, you wonder if your death would bring destruction too in this moment. But it's left a mystery as Soo Won falls and the void fades. There's a moment of peacefulness you've never felt before, the grandmother hanging on long enough to comfort her granddaughter. But she can't prevent the state of her death. The jade sea shatters beneath your feet as she dies.
The world is safe now. But how much of it is left?
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marinememes · 1 year
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Today is Wet Beast Wednesday!
Today’s wet beast is: Lesser Electric Ray
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Olive’s wet beast fact: it’s electric! Boogey Woogey Woogey
Stay tuned for more Wet Beast Wednesdays!
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fishyfishyfishtimes · 3 months
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Daily fish fact #700
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FISH FACTS!!!!
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Wowza! Took a while, since last year I took some breaks... but I did it! 1000 fish facts just keeps getting closer, eh? It should be here in the later months of this year.... but! An elephant only gets eaten piece by piece! Let's get to 800 first! ;)
Whitemargin stargazer!
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Besides its ability to give electric shocks, another trick up the sleeve of the whitemargin stargazer is two venomous spines just above its pectoral fins! They'll use their venom to defend themselves against predators, and to subdue prey.
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legendary-cookies · 10 days
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Snapdragon - Mischief
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robotlit · 11 months
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The Electric Sea: Chapter 12
The neon glare of the Void bar receded as Maya Patel stepped out into the rain-soaked night. She pulled her jacket collar tight around her neck, feeling the dampness seep into her bones. The city's perpetual drizzle clung to her like a second skin.
"Hey, Maya!" shouted a leather-clad figure emerging from the shadows. "You hear anything about Jack?"
"Nothing," she replied, her voice a blade cutting through the mist. "But you know how it is - the city swallows people sometimes, and all we can do is move on."
"Damn shame. Catch you later." The figure disappeared back into the darkness, leaving Maya to her thoughts.
As she walked the streets, lit only by the flickering glow of holographic advertisements, Maya couldn't help but feel the weight of Jack's absence. She tried to dismiss it, chalking it up to the cruel nature of life in the metropolis. People vanished every day, swallowed by the belly of the beast that was the city. But Jack was different - he was like a beacon in the darkness, his skills as a hacker unmatched, his mind a labyrinth of secrets and hidden truths. It wasn't easy to forget someone like that.
Her boots splashed through oily puddles as she navigated the steel and concrete canyons, her reflection warping in the wet pavement beneath her feet. She thought of Jack's obsession with technological systems, his disillusionment with the world that had cast them both adrift. She wondered if Jack had gotten too close to the fire, if his past mistake had finally caught up with him.
"Damn it, Jack," she whispered to herself, her breath fogging in the cold air. "I hope you're out there somewhere."
She passed a group of street musicians, the familiar face of Roxanne "Riot" Ramirez among them. Their music rang out like a siren's call, a battle cry against the corporate machine that held them all in its grasp. Roxanne caught Maya's eye and offered a half-smile, but it was clear the weight of her own struggle threatened to pull her under.
"Keep fighting, Riot," Maya said softly, as much to herself as to Roxanne.
She eventually reached her apartment, the door creaking open with a resigned groan. The walls seemed to close in around her, a tomb of broken dreams and unspoken fears. She felt the absence of Jack like a phantom limb, a constant reminder of what had been lost.
"Where are you, Jack?" she murmured, sinking onto her tattered couch. "What did the city do to you?"
The rain tapped against the window like impatient fingers, urging her to dig deeper, to uncover the truth behind Jack's disappearance. But for now, all she could do was sit among the shadows, listening to the heartbeat of the city, feeling the void left by a friend who had slipped through her fingers like raindrops on glass.
The flickering neon lights outside her window cast a distorted, fragmented dance of shadows across the room. Maya's gaze lingered on the cyberdeck, its screen pulsating with a faint glow like a dying heartbeat. She could feel the device vying for her attention, but she hesitated. A part of her wanted to drown in the silence that carried the whispers of Jack's absence.
"Maybe it's just another spam message," Maya whispered to herself, the words tasting like ash on her tongue. The alert taunted her, a siren call masquerading as the cyberdeck's dying breath. She clenched her fist and exhaled sharply. "Fine."
Her fingers danced over the device, a delicate ballet of flesh and machine. The cyberdeck sprang to life, revealing a tangled web of messages and notifications. The glow bathed her face in an eerie luminescence while the hum of electric energy filled the air. Her eyes scanned the screen, narrowing in on one particular message – a ghost from the past.
"Jack?" she breathed, feeling her pulse quicken. Her thumb hovered over the message, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of her resolve. What if it wasn't him? What if it was the city, toying with her once more?
"Damn it, Jack," she muttered, tapping the screen with a mix of hope and dread.
"Maya," the message began, each pixelated word dripping with a sense of urgency she had not felt in years. "I know it's been a while, and I'm not the same person I used to be. But don't worry about me."
"Of course I'd worry, you idiot," Maya whispered, feeling a tear prickle at the corner of her eye. She wiped it away, willing herself to focus on the message.
"I've found something...the hack of a lifetime, really. It's –"
The message cut off abruptly, leaving her with a gnawing emptiness that echoed the void Jack had left in her life. She stared at the screen, feeling as if she were teetering on the edge of a cliff.
"Is that it?" Maya murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of the cyberdeck, as though she could somehow coax more information from its cold, unfeeling surface. The city pulsed around her like a living organism, indifferent.
Notes:
This is the prompt I gave for the ending -- another pretty obvious sci-fi cliche:
A short epilogue chapter written from the point of view of Maya, who is still in the city Jack left, back on the mainland outside Elysium. She comes home from the bar and finds a message in her cyberdeck from the combined being that is Jack and the Curator.
Here are the beats, almost entirely written by me:
Maya comes home from the Void bar.
Establish that Maya has wondered where Jack is. She has tried to take his disappearance as the cost of doing business. People disappear in the city all the time. But it still worries her. (Guardrails: Do not reference any information from the previous chapters from Elysium. Do not reference Roxanne or Marcus. Focus narrowly on Maya's life in the city.)
There is an alert on Maya's cyberdeck. She considers ignoring it, but turns on her deck and checks her messages. (Guardrails: Do not reference any of the previous chapters from Elysium. Do not reference Roxanne or Marcus. Focus narrowly on Maya checking her cyberdeck.)
The cyberdeck has a message from Jack. Maya opens the message. Write out the contents of the message: it is a message from Jack, telling her he is different than he used to be, but don't worry about him. He's found the hack of a lifetime. Maya reads the message and the story ends with her turning the deck off, its neon fading to black.
And here's where I cheated -- because I forgot to tell the AI this was the end of the whole story. Here are its original final grafs:
"Is that it?" Maya murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of the cyberdeck, as though she could somehow coax more information from its cold, unfeeling surface. The city pulsed around her like a living organism, indifferent to the turmoil brewing within her heart. "What did you find, Jack? What are you trying to tell me?"
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be swallowed by the silence once more. The shadows seemed to grow darker, hungrier. And as the neon lights continued their macabre dance, Maya knew she couldn't sit idly any longer. She would find Jack, no matter what twisted path the city forced her to walk.
I guess this would be a decent sequel hook, but I wanted a real ending, dammit! And I liked the rest of the section -- including the AI's use of dialog to convey Maya's conflict -- too much to rewrite it. (I wish Sudowrite's Story Engine had more granularity and would let you rewrite specific beats, but you can only start over from the beginning of the chapter, as far as I can see.) So I cut the last few lines, leaving something that... I actually like quite a bit.
I did not mean for everyone in this story to end up so unhappy. But I'm sort of pleased by how it turned out. It does feel sort of collaborative in a way I enjoyed -- I would take suggestions from the AI (like the idea that the AI wanted to merge with Jack) and lean into them, and it would write out my summaries of what happened next, and it was fun! The result is not anything I would have written of my own volition, nor is it hugely interesting, but I'm impressed by its coherency. I've got a few more words on the monthly subscription I got, so I might try to push it a little more later. For now, a novella in a weekend isn't bad.
Chapter 11
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🍏 ~ Pipe Organ Coral ~ 🍏 (marine_farmers)
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finleyforevermore · 21 days
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I've been thinking a lot about what I would do if I could make a Hawaii Part II cover album recently, and I've got all my ideas stored in this little Google Doc here! :D
This will probably never come into fruition, but a boy can dream right? 🌴🌈
Tagging my HPII moots
@plutos134340 @ricky-is-too-silly @hawaiiparty2 @sharkbaitju1ce @arcadeghostz @niko-jpeg @uranium-city @ccritterbugg @dasocks @gvtz-n-g0ree @coyotix
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herigo · 5 months
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viejospellejos · 1 year
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Agua salada💧🧂+ Baterías de coches 🔋 = FAIL
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Daily Ray Fact:
The Panther Electric Stingray are one of the few species of stingray that can produce electricity. Under their skin, they have specially developed muscle cells called electrocytes. In this species, these muscle cells are located at the base of the right and left pectoral fins. This allows them to generate biogenic electricity, which they can discharge as surges to defend themselves from attack or to stun their prey.
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