Had some fun with ChatGpt writing a sci/fi horror flash fiction. Gave it a prompt and let it rip. Grotesque and disturbing outcomes. Scroll back to the top. The link drops you at the bottom of the conversation.
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Sample:
It came in silence.
Not with a bang, not with a crash—just a wound opened in the upper atmosphere, and from it spilled something cold and wrong. A cylinder, blacker than night, blistered red from entry, burst open thirty miles above the Earth.
What came out was not fire or debris, but a swarm. A glittering mist of motion, too ordered to be natural.
Matt saw it from his backyard, beer in hand, eyes bleary with sleep. He thought it was a meteor—maybe a satellite breaking up. Beautiful, even. He didn't bother to wake his wife. He just watched it scatter, like glowing ash.
By morning, the birds were dead.
Every one. Fallen from trees, twitching in flowerbeds, necks twisted in impossible ways. Their eyes gone—scooped clean, sockets black and empty.
People blamed a virus. Or 5G. Or the weather.
But no one noticed the tiny things in the dust. Not at first. No bigger than a lentil, with wings that folded like origami and limbs that shimmered like mercury.
They embedded themselves—under nails, into hair follicles, behind eyes. Quiet. Patient.
By Day Three, the screaming started.
Matt’s neighbor tore open her throat on the front lawn, shrieking about the
whispers in her blood. Another walked calmly into traffic, eyes glazed silver. Matt tried to call for help, but his phone buzzed once and dissolved into a humming pile of black dust.
The machines didn’t just learn. They rewrote.
By the end of the week, trees bled sap that hissed and steamed. The grass turned black, but only at night. People began coughing up things with legs.
Matt stayed in the attic, wrapped in aluminum foil, eating dry oats by candlelight. He hadn’t spoken in two days. Not since his wife folded herself backwards and whispered in that
voice that didn’t belong to her anymore.
She was still downstairs.
Sometimes he heard her singing in binary.