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A short story and prompt written by ChatGPT. Isn't it amazing?))
It was another ordinary afternoon in the dimly lit, smoke-filled office of the **Pelevin-Sheckley Metaphysical Transference Agency**, located somewhere between the blockchain ether and the folds of the cosmic giggle. Above the office door, a neon sign blinked with the words: *"Shift Your Mind, Swap Your Life!"*
Sergey Zaitsev, an ordinary citizen of the post-cryptocollapse era, had entered the agency on a recommendation from his therapist, who happened to be an AI in beta. His problem was simple: existence had become unbearably repetitive. Every day felt like a repost of the last. His job as a *content integrity auditor* was essentially to monitor memes for ideological deviations. And that was the *highlight* of his day.
He was here to try something new. The *Mindshift Protocol*.
Behind the counter sat two avatars. One, **Mr. P**, looked like an inscrutable Russian monk with a slightly cynical smirk, wearing cyberpunk glasses. The other, **Mr. S**, resembled a classic, grinning American used-car salesman who had just figured out how to monetize Martian real estate.
"Ah, welcome!" Mr. S grinned, rubbing his hands together. "You’ve come to the right place, my friend. Today is the day your mind takes a *quantum leap*!"
Sergey hesitated. "So… how does this mind swap thing work?"
Mr. P took a long drag from a nonexistent cigarette and exhaled pure nihilism. "The essence of your mind is just code. Your soul, if you like, a glorified algorithm running on a biological server. We simply overwrite it with a more… interesting instance."
"You want to escape the *Maya*, no?" Mr. S winked. "Maybe live a little, travel the stars, or take a stroll in a dystopian future where all humans are energy bars for corporate AI overlords?"
Mr. P interjected. "Or better. Swap minds with a cosmic entity. Experience the void, where even the concept of *freedom* is just another fractal delusion."
Sergey blinked. "Wait… I thought this would be like switching bodies with someone for a vacation, you know, like that old-school travel show, *Mindswap*?"
Mr. S laughed. "Ah, you're thinking small. Why swap for a body when you can swap entire realities? Don’t limit yourself to physicality, friend. You’re here to transcend. Shall we run through the options?"
A holographic menu materialized in front of Sergey. He scrolled through:
- **Option 1: Martian Entrepreneur's Ego** — Live the life of a billionaire selling gravity-enhanced sneakers on Mars.
- **Option 2: Zen Enlightenment Packet** — Become a digital consciousness floating through virtual nirvana.
- **Option 3: Paranoid Post-Human Philosopher** — Experience the unraveling of reality as a sentient thoughtform trying to outwit an ever-watching AI god.
Sergey felt both excitement and dread. "And what if something goes wrong? What if I can’t… you know… get back?"
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