KOTLC Neverseen Collection Fanfics

Gethen and the Chat GPT Prophecy

Why to never go to Chat GPT for all the answers...

(This is fictional, by the way XD)

Disclaimer: No AI was used in the making of this fanfiction.

Gethen's POV

I was lost in life.

I was jobless, relationshipless, and friendless.

I only had one solution: Chat GPT. I'd heard millions of things about the power of AI– mostly from movies. I couldn't wait to try it out for myself.

I opened up the tab and prepared to begin typing. All my life's questions would be answered in a press of the send button.

Tell me my future, I typed. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed send.

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[A/N: There's no particular type of poem I was going for, so I just picked things that rhymed. It's not supposed to sound good. :)]

You shall gain relationships through trials hard

Hope is lost when poo-pooed

With happiness you will discard

A task begins, and you are glad.

Select number on pin-pad.

To see the world as not so rad.

You will fall down in the end

Many things you will fail to amend

Beware.

I gasped when I saw the final lines appear. I wouldn't fail at the end of my journey, would I?

I promptly began to laugh at myself. This prophecy couldn't be true. I was freaking out over nothing. I would forget the prophecy and go on with my life.

I was walking around the streets with my coffee, looking for work. Then, I spotted a beautiful sign: Now Hiring. Delighted, I ran into the store to find the nearest clerk.

"I am here for a job interview," I told the cashier. "Where's your hiring manager?"

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"So, you say you've been unemployed for 6 months," the hiring manager peered at me through his spectacles.

"Yes, sir." I gulped. "But I'm a fantastic employee."

The hiring manager nodded. "I see. And what makes you want to work at a grocery store? Do you have prior experience?"

"Uh, I like to eat."

The hiring manager was silent for a moment, then spoke. "That's good to hear. Expect good news soon."

Then he left, leaving me feeling like I was floating. I did it! I got a job!

A task begins, and you are glad. My smile faded. I tried to bat the memory of that awful prophecy out of my mind, but it wouldn't budge.

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I fastened my apron and stood behind my very own cash register. It felt good to be at work again after so long. I could practically feel the money falling into my pocket.

My first customer came almost immediately, her bag full of groceries. I froze as soon as I saw her. She was about my age and gorgeous. Wait–did I just say that out loud?

"Hello," I greeted her as smoothly as possible. "How may I... Uh... How may I help you?"

She gestured to the groceries. I guess what I could help her with was kind of obvious.

"Uh, great." I picked up the scanner and pressed a button. Nothing happened. I tried another button with the same result. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm new here."

At last, the scanner turned on.

I scanned her first product: makeup. As if she needed that.

After what felt like a while—probably because it was, after all the technical difficulties—I finished. I looked down at the subtotal, and was appalled. I remembered when groceries were half that amount. Tears filled my eyes. I was getting old.

"That would be ¥23,311.58." I read. [A/N: about 150 USD, 118 Pounds, 204 CAD.]

The woman's eyes widened? "What? But I bought the same things last week, and it was less than ¥21,700.00!" [A/N: about 139 USD, 110 Pounds, 189.18 CAD.]

"How could that be?" I mused.

The woman suddenly gasped. "I know," she said. "Inflation."

"Inflation? What's that?"

The woman stared at me. "Do you live under a rock?"

"I'm beginning to think so."

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I marched down to my manager's office. Clearly something had to change. Also, telling that beautiful woman that I got her a discount would be a welcomed bonus. Maybe she'd agree to go on a date with me.

"Mr. Manager!" I said, opening the door.

"Yes," Mr. Manager squinted at my nametag. "Getheene."

[Pronounce: (Geth)-(ee)-(en). Geth like "Gethen", ee like "free", and en like "end".]

I laughed nervously. "It's Gethen."

Mr. Manager glared in an you forgot something way.

"I mean, my name is Gethen, Mr. Manager sir."

Mr. Manager smiled, crossing his arms. "Why have you come to me today, Fintan?" he asked.

"I have noticed something that has made our customers very angry." I paused for dramatic effect. "Rising prices. Inflation."

"So?"

"It needs to stop. Once and for all."

Mr. Manager started laughing. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. "We can't just stop inflation, buddy. Nice try, but the prices will only rise."

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I tried to get focused at work later that day, but I couldn't stop thinking about that beautiful woman. Because of the inflation of costs, of course.

The next week, the woman came back. I greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, comrade," I told her. "May I ask you to help me strike against inflation?"

"Um..."

"It's simple!" I said. "Boycott this store. Swear to never come back until inflation is stopped!"

"Well,"

"We can do this together!" I raised my fist. "Just as Napoleon took down the evil Snowball in Animal Farm!"

"No thanks." The woman told me. "Also, Napoleon was the evil one."

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[Disclaimer: This was written before the protests in the US. This is by no means a political statement.]

The next day, I stood outside the doors of Whole Foods with my anti-inflation sign.

"No inflation!" I chanted. "No inflation!"

"Are you Gethen?" A guy approached me.

"Yes, I am." I said proudly. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Bob. I'd love to go to dinner with you some time. This protest is really rockin'. I'm impressed."

"Oh, really? Well, I'd love to."

"I'd love to join too, bro. My name's Greg."

"Me too! Name's Tim."

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An hour later, Mr. Manager showed up.

My heart went into overdrive. Mr. Manager had listened!

"Getheene Ondsine." Mr. Manager folded his arms across his chest. "You're fired."

The End.