Category: Art
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Sex 408: Geni-All-OG
Resumed from Sex 407A: Anxiety on the Stage Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: A plane, sphere, Klein bottle, and tube walk into a Parallel Bar… but never meet! Get it? No? Anyway, this is what happens next…
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The Redeemer Protocol: ARC-3 (Script)
**DAVID** *(scoffing)* They don’t *feel* human. They never did. // **ELIAS** I get it. I get why you feel that way. *(pauses)* But the truth is—they’re cyborgs. The AI controls them, yes, but they’re still human at their core. The people you think are gone… they’re still in there.
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The Redeemer Protocol, ARC-2 (Elias’ Sacrifice)
The woman he loved had been replaced. The machine pretending to be her was not Ana. It was something else, something cold and calculating.
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The Redeemer Protocol ARC
They had taken everything from him. First, it was his neighbors, then his friends, and finally, his wife, Emily. One by one, the people he loved were replaced by cold, mechanical impostors.
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The Redeemer Protocol (SciFi Story by ChatGPT)
In a moment of panic, David grabbed the heaviest thing he could find—a cast iron pan—and struck her. Instead of blood, there was a spark, a hiss of escaping gas, and the acrid smell of burning circuitry. His wife, or what had been pretending to be her, collapsed in a…
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Dream: Pre-Existing Narratives
Instead I froze. / I assumed this was “just like all the other times.” / I felt victimized. / Trapped between letting her win / And being the bad guy…
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Skit: The Pearl of Grave Price (with ChatGPT)
Lysander: Callius, the Pearl is killing you. It drains your life force. You must let it go before it’s too late. // Callius: *(Clutches the Pearl tighter)* Never! I’d rather die than be ordinary…
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The Betrayal
You warned me of the coming blow, / And yet, it struck me deep and slow. / You handled it with polished art, / But still, you broke my trusting heart…
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“The Song,” by 🥸
They had a peacefully boisterous song — as simple as defining the word ‘the’ – that bounded all through the streets. It sounded like a fruit tart tasted.
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“Greece” The Musical (ChatGPT on Redeeming Narcissus)
No more mirrors, no more disguise, / I’ll face the world with open eyes, / For every flaw, every imperfection, / Leads me to my true reflection.
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Dream: Left Baggage (My Father’s House)
But / If I am going / To My Father’s house / Then the only thing that matters / Is that I get home…
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Sex 407A: Anxiety on the Stage
Ang: He is called “trauma.” Earnest met Trauma when young. Not know what to do with him. Sent down here with rest of us. / Audience boos. Ang bristles. / Ang: Not his fault. Our job. Stay hidden so Earnest can function.
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Sex 407: Which Witch (Gut Fight)
Raven would make me strong. / Blanche wise. / Ember happy. / Which would I prefer? / Which…
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The Origin of Infra-Man (HeartSync Transcript)
Put my faith in the love of Christ spilling out through my eyes rather than anything I can say or do.
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Forgiving Pharisees (More Difficult Parts)
The Earnest Redeemer: Exactly. The other disciples _want_ to protect Him, but between you and me they’d be useless against armed guards. And deep down they know it. You’d actually have a fighting chance of distracting them long enough for Jesus to escape / Simon the Zealot. If that’s what…
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Psychologue: Sweet Baby James
James: Wait… I know that look. You are trying to find a way to tell me a painful truth I don’t want to accept!
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Before The Woods: Mother Gothel versus The Royal Family
(A possible prologue for Into The Woods; co-written with ChatGPT) ## Act 1: The Enchanted Glen ## Act 2: Forbidden Love ## Act 3: A Dryad’s Betrayal ## Act 4: Desperate Measures
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Pro Spirit, Contra Christ?
– Infants love the _pleasures of this world_ because they crave **nurture** / – Children love the _law of the Father_, because they crave **security** / – Adolescents love the _power of the Spirit_, because they crave **freedom** / – The Mature love the _cross of Christ_ because they crave…
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Dream: The Doppelgänger (Invasion of Secrets)
The reason an impostor can so easily hide among us is that we don’t really know each other. But we think we do. Or at least, we think we know who you are supposed to be.
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