What’s more inspiring than inspirational posters… created by an A.I.?
Let’s use inspirobt’s hilarious “motivational” posters as inspiration for some short stories!
During the last stream, a subscriber requested that we write stories based on the auto-generated inspirational posters made by inspirobot.
(You can check out inspirobot here.)
Watch the process here or scroll down for highlights.
Prompt #1
Here’s what I wrote:
She approached her snowmobile, ready to make the transaction. Today, they would become one. Ever since the dawn of humanity, the swapping of bodily fluids signified togetherness. Kissing between couples, blood brothers swapping cuts, and the liquids that joined to create new life. This was the first step toward a new type of bond, one between flesh and machine.
She held a vial of her own leakage, prepared to feed it to the sputtering animal, dribbling its own clear fluids into the snow. Carefully, she held out a hand to the warm liquid, catching a spit of it in her palm. The precious fluid in hand, she popped open the lid to the untamed beasts’s gashole, trepidation bubbling in her throat. Soon, there would be no more nervousness to swallow down. Her insides would be coated with elixir.
Not wasting another moment with feeble human thought, she slapped her hand moist with the snowmobile’s release to her mouth, and poured her own body’s offering into its gashole.
The effect was immediate. A bond stronger than blood, glue, cement. She and the beast merged together as one, two magnets stuck to one another, melting down into a single entity that shared its polarity. Its body. Its soul.
Everything turned to darkness. She could no longer feel nor move her limbs. The cold all around turned to nothing against her unfeeling New Flesh. The last individual thought she had before completely surrendering to collectivity was a whisper of gratitude.
“Let’s ride to the rim of the soulbowl, baby, then leap beyond.”
Prompt #2
Here’s what I wrote:
As the water started to rise in their room, the children began to cry. Father had already inspected the hallway, but it was barred and closed, impossible to get though. They could try to struggle against the hard metal barrier, but the screams coming from above and below deck would just scare the children even more. Here, sealed away in their room, at least there was quiet. Aside from the rising water.
He sat on the bed across from them, his little son and daughter, his feet soaked in the freezing liquid while their tiny shoes dangled just above it. Soon enough, they would be drenched. And that would be the easy part.
The children asked their father what they were going to do. Against every screaming nerve in his body, he smiled. He took out his pocket watch and told them a secret. That all this time, he’d actually been an immortal, just like the fairies and angels in their bedtime stories. The watch had been with him for a hundred hundred years, and he could use it to change them into immortals too, if they wanted.
His son, a year older than the girl and sharper, said that he’d seen Father cut before and howl in pain. Father said that just because he was immortal, that didn’t mean things didn’t hurt. But if he changed them, they would survive, just like him.
His daughter begged him to do it, and the boy agreed too. Father nodded, the water now up to his knees and touching the children’s shoes. He swayed the pocket watch in front of them and spoke the magic words, making them repeat after him, sending them into a trance.
When he finished, he asked them if they felt any different. Both of them shrieked yes! They felt stronger, warmer, and they jumped from their bed to sit next to Father, smiling and holding onto his sides as the water encroached over the sheets.
It rose up to his chest, and they floated with it. Soon it covered the desk, the cupboard, the wardrobe. Only a few inches remained between the water and the ceiling for them to stick their nose and mouth.
The children’s teeth chattered, they said they were cold, they were tired, but Father smiled and told them not to worry. Even if it hurt, even if they couldn’t breathe, they would be fine because he’d performed his magic for them. They would stay together under the ocean, until the boats came to get them. Just like the underwater Atlantis adventures they read at bedtime.
The water hit the ceiling. Bubbles came from the three heads. Then stopped.
Just like Father said, the three of them stayed together under the ocean, until the boats came to get them.
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