Category: AI Stories

Bild: Midjourney mit gaumbART Moodset, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts & Ideas: Me

Es ist das Jahr 2040, ich bin 40, und meine Oma ist 90 – fit wie ein Turnschuh und, wie sie selbst sagt, „eine lebende Legende“. Nicht, weil sie jeden Sonntag den besten Apfelkuchen bäckt (den backt sie wirklich), sondern weil sie behauptet, sie habe 2025 die Welt gerettet. Ja, richtig gelesen. Meine Oma, die damals 75 war, hat laut ihrer eigenen Version den Planeten vor dem endgültigen Untergang bewahrt.

Damals war ich 25, mitten in meinem chaotischen Studium und zu beschäftigt, um mir über irgendwas Gedanken zu machen, das größer war als meine nächste Klausur. Oma dagegen machte das, was sie immer machte: ihre täglichen Spaziergänge zum alten Steintor am Fluss. „Es war ein magischer Ort“, sagt sie immer. Für mich war es ein Haufen alter Steine, aber gut, ich hab nicht Omas Blick für das Besondere.

An besagtem Tag, erzählt sie, wurde ihr Spaziergang allerdings sehr besonders. Der Himmel begann plötzlich zu flackern, wie ein Fernseher, der gleich den Geist aufgibt. Und dann tauchte dieser Typ auf – „wahrscheinlich ein Wissenschaftler“, sagt Oma, „weil er so einen Kittel trug und sehr gestresst aussah.“ In der Hand hatte er ein Gerät, das „aussah wie ein Toaster, der ein Handy verschluckt hat“.

Images: AI generated with Flux Model, but based on a digital collage I created 5 years ago, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts and Weird Ideas: Me, myself and I

In a dimly lit gallery on the outskirts of a bustling metropolis, a peculiar exhibition had just opened, titled “Bananas Through Time.” Visitors wandered through halls filled with reimagined masterpieces, each featuring a single oversized banana as the centerpiece. The show was curated by an enigmatic AI named Zurbitron, whose existence was a mix of genius programming and the artist Maurizio Cattelan’s ironic legacy. The highlight of the exhibition? A reinterpretation of Francisco de Zurbarán’s iconic works, where saints now gazed upon absurdly large bananas with reverence.

The attendees ranged from art historians furrowing their brows to TikTok influencers giggling as they live-streamed. But unbeknownst to them, the bananas were no ordinary props. They were infused with the “conceptual certificate” DNA of Cattelan’s original Comedian. After its $6.2 million sale, Justin Sun had secretly uploaded the essence of the banana into blockchain-backed bananas (because why not), and the bananas in the gallery were now—supposedly—worth millions.

Image: Finetuned Blackforest Labs Flux Model, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts and Ideas: Me

In a desert where the sun seemed to mock the cracked earth, there lived a peculiar being known only as Hesitant Hera. Hera had once been a goddess, or so the story went, but her ambitions had outgrown her wisdom. In an ill-conceived attempt to prove her superiority, she’d struck a bargain with an unknown force: “Make me powerful beyond compare,” she’d said, and that force, with a wry chuckle, had obliged.

Now, Hera was stuck. Quite literally. Her torso jutted out of the barren ground, her once-graceful arms twisted into horns that curled like question marks. She couldn’t move, couldn’t rise. The desert was her prison, and the bright orange sky her relentless overseer. Her face remained beautiful—irritatingly so—but beauty wasn’t much of a consolation when you were part statue, part shrub.

Image: “The Book of Tree” Blackforest Lab Flux Model, Text: ChatGPT, Weird ideas and Master of Prompts: Me, and for 21 more monsters check this gallery >>

In the Land of Misfit Monsters, three unlikely creatures lived side by side, each more monstrous than the next.

First, there was Prickly Pugalope, a purple, spiky monster with an alarming knack for accidentally stabbing himself on his own monstrous appendages. “Monster meetings are exhausting,” he often muttered, rubbing his sore monster knees. Despite his monstrous flaws, Pugalope had a talent for planting flowers, even though his monstrous claws often crushed more seeds than they sowed.

Picture: Midjourney, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts: Me

Well, hello there! Welcome to my cozy little corner of the world—an abandoned sewage treatment plant! Yes, you heard me right. I’m Walter the Whale, mural extraordinaire, and I’ve got prime real estate on the grungiest, most delightfully forgotten wall in the whole city. Some might think it’s an odd spot for a whale, but let me tell you, this place has charm!

I mean, who needs the ocean when you’ve got all this character? Sure, the walls are cracked and the floor is mostly puddles of mysterious water, but those puddles? They give me my very own reflection pool! I get to look down and see my lovely painted face every day, rippling and stretching in that murky water. Some whales have the vast blue sea—I have this cozy little sludge puddle. Unique, right?