so i got bored and decided to use DeepStory(a script writing AI) to make a fanfic.
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stuff from me
DeepStory AI
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EXT. SPACE - NIGHT
a lonely fleck on a lonely, starry night. The hull of a planet bifocals in darkness, as the stars lighten.
Suddenly the planet's bowels and mouth open - spewing murky gel into space. a swirling silver froth, until a smokey, cracked mist fills the cabin and dims everything as the planet's bowels emerge, filling the cabin and carapace in billowy smoke, blocking out the sun. Slowly the giant bowels bulge from the planet, becoming some kind of monstrous membrane covering the ship and the planet. then the crimson mantle of the planet blows apart, bursting apart - like a lava volcano, accompanied by wind and smoke and dust.
Isuku woke from his nightmare with a start, a cry piercing through the quiet of space. the strange,eldritch dream slipping from his mind as he panted trying to catch his breath.
His hand passes over the ship and reaches for his satchel. He never moves again. He never hears a sound. there is a silent moment of stillness between him and the ship, the fiery drag of the dead world and the silvery starry night. He sits on the cabin floor and turns his face to the cold black walls. Posing the only one in the darkness. He sits still. He is alone. Until a voice calls to him.
"Isuku are you ok"? The voice of his mother called from her room, banishing the lingering remains of his nightmare. the dream still clawing at the back of his mind relaxed its grip as he answered "i'm ok mom, it was just a nightmare".
"Isuku one night, three years ago". "three years ago". "three years ago". He looks into the corridor leading out of his mother's room. he sees her sitting in her usual spot, her eyes are closed. so are her hands, she is knitting her poncho. She's sewing her seam, when all of the sudden the ship rocks. and a sudden boom reverberates through the ship and echoes through the ship. It sounds like thunder. There is a slight crackle of lightning in the distance. "Isuku, look out my window. "Say something. she says". "No". "look at the sky. " tss" said." ". anything, she said".
i was only four the night my mother lost her mind. i didn't know what to do.
All men are not created equal. This was the reality I learned about society at the young age of four. And that was my first and last setback.
It all began in China, Qingqing City. There was news that a baby that gave off light was born. Ever since then, superpowers were discovered in various places, and time passed without the cause being identified. Before we knew it, the supernatural became normal, and dreams became reality. The world has become a superhuman society, and about 80% of the world's population now has some kind of special trait. In this world swirling with chaos, the profession that everyone once dreamed about and admired came into the limelight. That profession is…
secret agent. Heroic wannabe, undercover operative, the secret life of a superhero. As you can see, it was as fast as it got. He can't believe how normal life was before. He realized that he was a mistake, and decided to start a new life, by different means, and out of the chaos that everything had gone through. Secret Agent gave up everything he was good for, except for this, and decided to take the missions that made him the best. There were 8 different secret agent missions that he had yet to complete. He could check out, kill, and kill the living in different ways. Secret Agent had quite a handful of missions, when he tried to quit his secret life, he was the only one who got caught. He did what he had to do for his country. With all that was going on, Secret Agent made a new partner to help him. So the secret life had it's own mission, and hero. This next mission is going to be different from the others. It's going to be to make a family. As you can see, this is a test of will.
When the secret life made the first family, he asked that the government issue both men, with the same type of genetic technology. Superman, was one of the 10 or 11 men who were ever to receive that gene, but it took him 3 years to get it. With this day, the secret life finally realized that there was another way for the world to change. Superman was heading to Earth to become a father, to find a wife, and a child. With the help of the government, he was finally going to do that, and he soon realized the extent of the disorder that was caused by Superman. His mother had tried to leave the secret life after 3 years, after Superman had stopped her. Superman wasn't part of their family, and Superman was their superhero. The secret life took action to stop the destruction of his father's world, and the 1,200 year old Superman managed to stop it, though it was the end of his world. With the 6th rank being sent down, this was the second time he was shot. He was only shot twice, so far. His other teammates showed up, and helped to make sure that he was shot. He was only shot twice, so far. His other teammates showed up, and helped to make sure that he got out of the city alive. The front door of the department store he works in, had just opened, was closed on top of a fire fight, as citizens, and his life just ended in an accident.
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i tried to make this make some sense but the AI really wanted chaos.