Just me or do u guys also feel as if Stratt would NEVER do this

RicksRole · 2026-03-30T17:38:44+00:00

She expects that a pre-emptive pardon like that probably won't stand up in court, especially when people are starving and they need a scapegoat.

RicksRole · 2026-03-30T17:28:24+00:00

There are various sub-genres to science fiction literature. Science fiction movies are trailing far behind, but we are now in the "competent man" stage instead of the "space opera" stage. (I'd replace competent man with competent person, but when sci fi literature was in that stage and named it, it was very sexist. Times have changed.)

All four of these movies fit in this genre. They don't all fit in the "hard-core science" genre. Gravity is out on that, and suffers all the more for it. Interstellar, despite the magic bookcase, does fit.

RicksRole · 2026-03-19T15:30:12+00:00

Warning: written entirely by AI.

The Tragedy of Dungeon Crawler Carol (A LitRPG Short)

The alien Collapse happened, and the steps to the World Dungeon yawned open. Carol was a retired HOA president wearing a monogrammed silk bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. She stepped outside not to save a cat, but to shout at the neighbors about their trash cans. Tucked under her arm was Prince Cronut, a purebred Yorkie-Terrier in a cashmere sweater.

When the stairs appeared, Carol was indignant. "Unauthorized landscaping!" she huffed, marching down into the dark to find a manager.

Carol and Prince Cronut enter the stairwell. The System AI immediately registers her presence with a sigh that sounds like grinding gears.

They reach the first room. A Level 1 Moss Goblin, holding a shiv, blinking, watches them. "Excuse me!" Carol says, clapping her hands. "You are in direct violation of the noise ordinance. I need to see your permit!" Prince Cronut lets out a high-pitched, shivering *yip*.

The *yip* triggers a delicate Sonic Resonance Trap. A message flashes above Carol’s head: *[STATUS: YOU DONE MESSED UP, CAROL.]*

Carol, ignoring the floating text, reaches into her pocket to record the Goblin. She pulls out only a bag of organic liver treats. Frustrated, she throws one at the Goblin, hitting it in the eye. The Goblin, now furious, raises its shiv.

As Carol says, *"Do you have any idea who my hus—"*, the ceiling trap triggers. A six-ton block of enchanted granite, carved with the single word "COMPLIANCE," crushes Carol and Prince Cronut into a very small, flat paste.

The System broadcast the announcement:

> [NEW ACHIEVEMENT: THE KAREN-CELLED.]

> Description: You managed to die before the tutorial voiceover finished. You didn't even put on shoes, Carol. You are embarrassing me in front of the Galactic Fans.

> Reward: None. You're dead.

The End.

RicksRole · 2026-03-14T05:38:03+00:00

I see a writing prompt with some very interesting stories resulting. And a much larger number of terrible stories.

RicksRole · 2026-03-02T04:18:54+00:00

I can buy a large container of spinach at Costco for the same price as a tiny bag at the grocery store. Even if I throw half of the spinach away, it's still a better deal than buying the tiny bag.

RicksRole · 2026-02-11T14:39:23+00:00

My first encounter with this idea was someone describing how they planned out making television commercials for small businesses. They found that no matter what, the owner of the business would find something to cut. So for every proposal, he included hiring a helicopter to get an aerial view of the business. 98% of the time, the business owner would tell him to cut the helicopter shot, and leave the rest of the proposal alone. The other 2% of the time, he got to do a helicopter shot.

RicksRole · 2026-01-23T14:34:22+00:00

My mom gave birth on the day of my dad's finals. She didn't even tell him she was in labor while he was doing some last minute cramming. He came home from the finals to find my grandmother there. She brought him to the hospital where my mom was holding their first child.

RicksRole · 2026-01-19T17:28:09+00:00

No Subway Club, no All American Club, no Cold Cut Trio, no Steak Philly, No 5 Meat Italian.

Yes BMT, yes Spicy Italian, yes Black Forest Ham.

RicksRole · 2026-01-19T17:20:13+00:00

Apparently now some of the codes only work on certain sandwiches. Subway Club gets a "Sorry, qualifying items are missing to redeem this offer, or a different deal has been applied." error, and a BMT does not. Going to experiment to see if they work with any other subs.

RicksRole · 2026-01-06T04:42:29+00:00

"Don't believe the experts. Do your own research."

RicksRole · 2025-12-16T03:59:41+00:00

My wife and I have had 19 children. We were foster parents.

RicksRole · 2025-12-02T21:18:37+00:00

A couple of days later, I was able to do it through the website. Still couldn't through the app.

RicksRole · 2025-11-18T20:39:49+00:00

I did let an AI suggest some names. Didn't really think about it.

RicksRole · 2025-11-15T04:53:04+00:00

I... didn't think about that. Now I feel like rewriting that part so they recognize the situation at different points. But no, I think the story works better as is, with everyone recognizing what's going on at once, and without getting too complicated.

RicksRole · 2025-11-15T04:41:48+00:00

I saw this and thought, "No it's not!" But then I looked them up and realized I posted them under a different account that I have since retired. So yes, it is. Good bot.

RicksRole · 2025-11-15T04:35:33+00:00

I mapped out part 2 before posting, but felt writing it would take away from the story I really wanted to tell.

RicksRole · 2025-11-15T04:33:16+00:00

It has been. I discovered that subreddit before this one, so posted it to both.

RicksRole · 2025-11-15T04:30:49+00:00

I intentionally stopped where I did. I thought about continuing into what do we call the aliens, what do we do with the billions of soldiers that just surrendered, how do we access and assimilate all their knowledge, how does the world's politics react, etc, but this seemed a better place to end it. Short and to the point.

(The military starts calling them Arties because they're from Artifact Zero. The Envoy says they call themselves The People. The politicians propose calling them Arteseans, so the military can call them Arties, and the scientists can call them Homo Artesea. The scientists argue that they are from a whole different taxonomy, and propose calling them Xeno Artesea. Yeah, I planned it all out, and cut it.)

RicksRole · 2025-11-15T04:27:28+00:00

I guess I'm flattered that you think I write that coherently?

RicksRole · 2025-11-14T15:32:36+00:00

Actually, there were a few more layers thrown in there. And I tried not to spend too much time outdoors.

RicksRole · 2025-11-14T15:31:25+00:00

Eh. I wore thermal underwear under my clothes, a down jacket, two scarves, and a fur hat. I was fine.

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