"Well," she said exhaustedly, "I guess that explains the elephant in the room, but what about the actual elephant in the room?"

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''She struggled to catch her breath and her feet stung and burned with every step. But she doesn't stop despite the paint that started building in her legs. All she knew was that she must not stop running, under any circumstances, until she she glimpsed the lights.''

gorilla

Usually I don't like to explain my prompts so as not to suggest people too much but this time unfortunately I think I have to so that no one removes it for retired prompts rule :/.

So, of course, I don't mean that humanity has some special feature that makes them deserve more seats. What I meant was that it has been recognized that there are several intelligent species on earth. This can be developed in many ways:

-Maybe humans gaslighted aliens that chimpanzees are smart just to get more votes in parlament?

-Maybe there is a second civilization on the planet hidden from human eyes

-Maybe the criteria for assessing sentience used by the galactic community are radically different from human ones?

-Maybe we underestimated some animals?

-Maybe the aliens noticed that dogs sometimes wear funny clothes and drew the wrong conclusions?

God I hate myself for having to write this.

"The price was never yours to pay"

I love this

"It wasn't my idea to give him a cheesecake. It was pure self sabotage"

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Thank you bro

You solved world hunger with what?!

> “And sleep well. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

Holy.. what a conclusion..
It speaks a little of "beware of me"..ominous.

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Well done.

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This, thank you for explaining it for the person.

For people who don't know the series it's got the fanfic element for/need the context: link

Thank you.
I love prompts like this where it can be self contained and doesn't need a part 2.
As a parent, all we want is for our kids to be safe and healthy. When they aren't, we would do ANYTHING to make it easier on them. This mom was glad someone could help their biy go easier.

MAN THAT WAS EXCITING!!

I loved it, simple but thrilling

Have a great day and good luck on your next prompt , great writer

"That cat, man, always turning into the strangest things."

I am going to very unpopular.

My thoughts on the viewpoint character are: "What a selfish, stupid AH."

It's very feel-good to want to love your body, but let's face it, the character is morbidly obese and by the sound of it, grossly unfit. And has been summoned to fight on behalf of a god in a magical realm which is not going to have modern conveniences. They are hopelessly incapable of doing anything even remotely risky, since any form of combat will lead to them dying, or their friends spending a lot of effort keeping them alive at risk to themselves. This is someone who cannot (pardon the expression) pull their weight. They are a genuine liability.

Were they in the normal world, then sure, love yourself if you want. Go for it. More power to you. But to not only refuse to do anything to ensure that you can do the job required, and to try to shame others about their decisions to upgrade themselves is appalling. Sure, the others added flaws reminiscent of their original bodies, and that's okay, but the viewpoint character won't even go that far. This is someone who does not understand that the world doesn't care about how they feel, and that when they get torn apart by demons, or their friends do while trying to protect their sorry ass, then it may just become apparent that it was a truly terrible idea.

This was an amazing opportunity, and would require you to really earn it with the rather major quest that they were being sent on. It certainly wasn't free! They didn't need to be perfect, they just needed to be capable of successfully completing the quest. And that requires work and a lot of danger. They need to put aside their personal biases and think of other people, such as their friends whose lives they are endangering, and the people of the world who are relying on them to save it.

It's well-written but I certainly didn't admire the viewpoint character, rather I was disgusted. I saw them as an example of a self-centered person who is blind to the realities of the situation and expects everyone and everything to conform to their wishes. I very much hope that this was the intended plan.

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"Love can you stop talking in your sleep??, Last night you said gibberish and a dragon appeared outside"

Theres a bit of a fanfic element to this one, so some of the context from the original series is needed, especially for the last part. But basically the man proposed this assassination game to his wife and she took it... a bit too seriously

So…a treant?

The hemispherical planetarium was empty except for one man in his late 20s who wore a thick pair of glasses that continuously beeped. Sri lay down in a reclining chair and pressed a button on his glasses. He had been running some experiments in the planetarium, developing a new form of display called Quark Gas Array (QGA). As soon as the display started, the planetarium lit up and a holographic movie played, making him feel as if he was floating in space.

He made himself comfortable and took a sip of his cold latte while the computer on his electronic glasses did quadrillions of calculations a second analysing the response of the display. He put the cup on the armrest and shifted his gaze to one of the information boxes being projected on his retina. He nearly choked on the gulp.

He stood up and hurried to his lab. On his desktop, he brought up a recent news article which was titled “Mysterious patterns observed in Cosmic Microwave Background (CMB)”

The article had a projection of the CMB with anomalous patterns highlighted. Sri brought up his own image of the snapshot of QGA. He applied some frequency filters to the image.

Adrenaline rushed through him and he banged his desk in an epiphany, the patterns from QGA had matched.

Years later in another galaxy, some trillions of light years away from the earth, a woman, who didn’t look anything like a human, was listening to the inter-stellar radio. The inter-stellar radio permeated some hundreds of galaxies in this buzzing part of the universe. If you were a living creature in the universe, this was the cluster you’d want to be in.

There was an interruption as her nearly-sentient radio, which was instructed to play “something interesting”, automatically tuned to another frequency which had a lot of static with hints of recognisable sounds.

The woman, who was one of the sharpest minds of her race, suddenly got up as if she heard a ghost. Her heart started beating faster.

“Songbirds,” she muttered to herself. There were plenty of those on her planet, so it wasn’t listening to the Songbirds that made her terrified. The sound then changed.

“The roar of lions.” She hadn’t seen lions in a long time but there were some zoos in nearby galaxies which she was sure had some.

There were more animal sounds that followed.

The diversity and pointlessness of the voices were indicative of only one thing.

First contact, She thought to herself, Aliens.

Although, aliens didn’t frighten her either. It was the thought of who those aliens could be that was making her guts wrench.

The sound was getting clearer each second.

Suddenly her suspicions were confirmed. What she heard made her jump from her seat –

“I love you”

It wasn’t that she didn’t know English. In fact, it was the language of multiple galaxies, a gift from the colonizers who were long gone for millennia by then. The voice wasn’t too different from her own voice either.

It was the words that had dug through her heart. “Love” was the word that preceded destruction and demise. It was the signature word used by the parasites, which called themselves the Humans. They were eradicated long back. If they returned, it’d be war.

She quickly sent this information to the federation. She immediately got a call back from the Chancellor.

“It’s impossible. We had erased their memory and destroyed their ships”

“I know Sir, but you can hear it for yourself.” She turned up the volume.

“Good god. Where’s it coming from?”

“I don’t know, but they are getting closer. The signal is getting stronger.”

“Did they break it? The barrier?”

“It looks like they have. They’ve broken the CMB.” the woman said, feeling a sense of personal defeat. The CMB was created by one of her ancestors.

“I’ll get the space force ready.”

“President Ma’am, why are you risking your life,” the pilot of the ship said while attending to his computer in front. The ship was thousands of times farther away from the earth than the, previously thought, radius of the observable universe.

“I’m a leader, officer. I should be the one to lead humanity to a new era. If we come across other civilisations, it’s very necessary that they talk to somebody who represents the voice of people.”

“I know, but it’s the first expedition.”

“My husband died while searching for the AI particle. We shouldn’t be afraid of risking our lives for doing what we must.”

“He was a great man. How many people can boast of discovering something as significant as the CMB barrier.”

The president felt a sense of pride as she replayed the events in her mind. They had discovered that CMB was just a façade, thanks to her husband - Sri. It also allowed humans to observe the universe which occupied the space beyond the CMB.

The new observations led to the unification of all the fundamental laws into one. More importantly, the new law predicted the presence of a new fundamental particle, the AI particle.

Soon the government funded a solar-scale particle accelerator. It was during its first operation that there was a catastrophic mishap which took Sri’s life. However, his death was not in vain, as the experiments confirmed the existence of the particle.

In the coming years, humanity engineered the AI particle to create a ship able to transport them billions of light-years in a very short time.

The ship was consistently beaming out a message which contained the knowledge of the Earth and its children, as an introductory message to aliens. Multiple giant antennas protruded from the moon-sized ship that the president was captaining.

One moment the president was reminiscing her past. The next moment there was a loud bang, followed by multiple bursts of light all around her. There were figures all around the president surrounding her, and pointing at her, what seemed like weapons.

The president was restrained to her chair with an invisible force. She could only see guns around her. Behind the guns were alien faces glaring at her, ready to shoot her at any moment.

Between those faces, a relatively calm but strange face appeared. He seemed almost like an earth man but not quite.

“Scoundrels. How dare you come back here. Filthy parasites leeching off precious nature.” the man had agony in his voice. He pointed a gun at her heart.

“You’ve misunderstood.”

“Have I? Is it not true, you’ve come from, what you call, Earth?”

“Yes”

“Do you not kill other beings? Do you not enslave, even your own kind, for your pleasure? Have you not polluted your air and land killing millions?” said the man almost stabbing her with his gun.

“All of that is in our past. We realised our mistakes. We come in peace.”

The man drew back a little but didn’t say anything.

She continued, feeling hopeful.

“I thought we’d have a better introduction. Should we?”

The man pulled the gun back. His expression didn't change. It was again she who spoke

“My name’s Jade Thunberg. I’m from Earth. We love all living beings.”

Love.

A gust of anger surged up from deep within his gut, as agony and fear shook him to his core. He clutched the gun tighter and his fingers reached the trigger.

Nilor swung at my head, another perfect blow, I was doomed. Only, somehow, I wasn't, yet again. He had missed every swing. And it wasn't a skill issue. I certainly wasn't blocking, and though my equipment was powerful, it couldn't do this.

We both paused a moment, processing what was happening. He finally spoke in tired tones. "Can I have, just like, a hot minute."

"You know I like hot, go for it."

He chuckled, then stepped to the door and held out his blade. "What do you think you're doing?"

The blade glowed a dark blue.

"No, we went over—"

The blade suddenly had a red spiral.

"Don't you take that tone with me!"

The blade grew spikes and turned pure black. I had a sudden urge to roll my eyes, though I wasn't sure why.

"I will melt you down, don't test me!"

This went on for a few minutes before I finally just drew my sword and stabbed Nilor in the back. His blade clattered to the ground, somehow even blacker and spikier.

"What was that about?" Nightlark, my own blade, asked.

"Beats me. You know this sword?" I picked up it up.

"No, looks like a baby, though," Nightlark said.

"Pfft, whatever, old man," a nasally voice said.

"Ah, of course." I chucked the sword aside toward my trash can. "Gotta hate teens."

"So, we got another quest lined up?" Nightlark asked his usual question.

Maybe you just gotta hate talking swords.