Invisible Together

The sun had disappeared, and we were alone, which is why we could still see each other

PROMPT: like there's no tomorrow

Like there’s no tomorrow or any previous day. I’m not being dragged along by fear, is what I’m saying. I want to live in a body, a body that remains unmoved, untouched, unexplainable. It’s more of a salvation than everything else. I was hoping to find it. I was worried about what they would do to me after I died, and when you die nobody is going to kill you. They’ll just leave you alone. You’ll just lie there and everything will pass. I was like a little cat. It took me some time to remember that.

I fell asleep, I’m still there, waiting for you. I know you’ll come, you’ll make me pay for the things I’ve done. You’ll come, and I’ll stay here forever. I’ve dreamed of you. I dreamt you as if you were at my side, as if you were a friend. You’re with me all the time. You’re with me. You’re with me even now, and you’ll never leave.

I dreamt you as a friend, and then I awoke, and you were no longer there.

I awakened again and again, and you weren’t there anymore.

The sun had disappeared, and we were alone, which is why we could still see each other. We couldn’t think about what to do next. We wanted to be together. We wanted to be together and forget what happened. But we couldn’t. We couldn’t go on like this forever. There was no future. We could only do this in our bodies, which were now dead, invisible, utterly dead. We could take the next step, but then what? Where would that be?

I went to bed, and when I woke up I knew I had not slept. My dream had vanished. I was alone in the room, and I began reading the newspaper again. There were sentences about the war, the bombings, and the editorials. I began to think about my brother. He was at a teaching college, and I was standing beside him at a basketball game. I was in the middle of the room, and I seemed to be alone.

What else could I do?

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my multi-temp script, and using my postmodern fiction model, which is a fine-tuning of gpt-2 774M at around 290,000 iterations currently. Chosen from among the other recently generated stories by me, a human.

Prompt

“like there’s no tomorrow”

Came from one of these places, which the script chose at random from a list of phrases:

Edits

Capitalized first letter. Added paragraph breaks for formatting. Made 2 words into 1 less explicit word. Deleted a fragment after the last sentence.

Title

Title was human-derived by me from the generated text

Plagiarism Checked

Plagiarism checked with Plagiarism-Basic against the dataset

GPT-2 Settings

{
  "return_as_list": true,
  "length": 500,
  "top_k": 80,
  "top_p": 0.9,
  "truncate": "<|endoftext|>",
  "nsamples": 1,
  "run_name": "model-postmodern-774M-run1",
  "prefix": "like there's no tomorrow\n",
  "temperature": 0.9000000000000002
}