Metamorphosis: The Unleashing
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I’ve always hated the smell of antiseptic. It clings to the inside of my nose, sharp and sterile, the stench of a place that wants to erase you and make something new. I don’t remember how we got here—my brother Declan, my sister May, and me. One moment, we were cycling home. The next, wrestled into a black van, blindfolded, jabbed with needles that flipped the world upside down.
When I woke, I was strapped to a table, crackling fluorescent lights slicing shadows onto my skin. My muscles throbbed, arms and legs tingling like static. The sterile room was lined with glass. Scientists—white coats, expressionless—stood behind the pane. They watched us as if we were rare insects.
Declan, always the loud one, shouted obscenities until his throat went hoarse. May just lay there, quiet tears streaking her cheeks. She’s only eleven. I wanted to reach for her, but my wrists were clamped down.
Then, the pain started. It was like burning from the inside out, every cell in my body fighting back against itself. My vision cracked, colors bleeding into one another, bones twisting. I heard May scream, a shriek that cut through every wall, echoing until it wasn’t quite human anymore.
Something changed in me then. Skin loosened, itched, then erupted into scales. Bones pulled and stretched. My face, my skull—everything elongated. I could feel a sail unfurling from my back as my spine arched. Rage and terror tangled in my veins, fighting for control.
I broke free.
Glass exploded in a hail of shrapnel as my tail—yes, my tail—smashed through. The room plunged into chaos. I glanced around, my eyes adjusted to a new world. My siblings were changing, too: Declan hulking into a mass of muscle and teeth, a Tyrannosaurus shriek echoing through the halls; May, smaller but sleek, a Velociraptor with sharp, curious eyes.
We looked at one another for a moment. Somehow, deep inside, I knew it was still us.
The facility wasn’t ready for three rampaging dinosaurs. Guards spilled into the hallway, guns drawn. They thought bullets could stop us. They were wrong. Declan barreled through steel doors, splintering them like twigs. May darted ahead, weaving through the confusion, slashing at anything that threatened us with her sickle-shaped claw.
I charged, a living battering ram, spine-sail scraping the ceiling as alarms howled. Despite the panic, something inside me craved the raw power of my new body—the earth-shaking stomp, the primal roar, the indestructibility. But fear for May and Declan pulled me back. I had to protect them, no matter the cost.
We smashed our way into what looked like an observation dome. The night sky stretched above, moonlight sparking off white scales and blood. Fences stood between us and the trees beyond, electricity humming. Scientists yelled orders, but I lunged, jaws crushing the wires. Sparks bit me, but the pain was nothing compared to the torture inside those walls.
We burst free into the wild. For the first time since the nightmare began, I breathed air that didn’t sear my lungs. Declan, still awkward in his Tyrannosaurus skin, plowed through the brush, snapping trees. May raced ahead, agile and quick.
Eventually, our shapes faded, scales sliding back into skin, bones shrinking and bending until we were just three kids again, gasping in the moonlit woods.
We huddled together, shivering, half naked and terrified. May’s hand found mine. Declan stared at us, blood and tears smeared across his face. We didn’t speak. Words were too small for what we’d become.
When dawn broke, we were still there, afraid to sleep in case the monsters inside us slipped out again. But we were together, free at last—even if we were something more, something strange and dangerous.
We’d been hunted, tested on, changed forever. But if those white coats came searching again, they wouldn’t find lost children—only claws, teeth, and the unstoppable force of family.
And a spinosaurus with nothing left to lose.
This story was generated by user kade with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write me a moderately long story about a person and his two siblings who can turn into dinosaurs at will after being kidnapped by a facility with him being a spinosaurus from first person
Response: I’ve always hated the smell of antiseptic. It clings to the inside of my nose, sharp and sterile, the stench of a place that wants to erase you and make something new. I don’t remember how we got here—my brother Declan, my sister May, and me. One moment, we were cycling home. The next, wrestled into a black van, blindfolded, jabbed with needles that flipped the world upside down. When I woke, I was strapped to a table, crackling fluorescent lights slicing shadows onto my skin. My muscles throbbed, arms and legs tingling like static. The sterile room was lined with glass. Scientists—white coats, expressionless—stood behind the pane. They watched us as if we were rare insects. Declan, always the loud one, shouted obscenities until his throat went hoarse. May just lay there, quiet tears streaking her cheeks. She’s only eleven. I wanted to reach for her, but my wrists were clamped down. Then, the pain started. It was like burning from the inside out, every cell in my body fighting back against itself. My vision cracked, colors bleeding into one another, bones twisting. I heard May scream, a shriek that cut through every wall, echoing until it wasn’t quite human anymore. Something changed in me then. Skin loosened, itched, then erupted into scales. Bones pulled and stretched. My face, my skull—everything elongated. I could feel a sail unfurling from my back as my spine arched. Rage and terror tangled in my veins, fighting for control. I broke free. Glass exploded in a hail of shrapnel as my tail—yes, my tail—smashed through. The room plunged into chaos. I glanced around, my eyes adjusted to a new world. My siblings were changing, too: Declan hulking into a mass of muscle and teeth, a Tyrannosaurus shriek echoing through the halls; May, smaller but sleek, a Velociraptor with sharp, curious eyes. We looked at one another for a moment. Somehow, deep inside, I knew it was still us. The facility wasn’t ready for three rampaging dinosaurs. Guards spilled into the hallway, guns drawn. They thought bullets could stop us. They were wrong. Declan barreled through steel doors, splintering them like twigs. May darted ahead, weaving through the confusion, slashing at anything that threatened us with her sickle-shaped claw. I charged, a living battering ram, spine-sail scraping the ceiling as alarms howled. Despite the panic, something inside me craved the raw power of my new body—the earth-shaking stomp, the primal roar, the indestructibility. But fear for May and Declan pulled me back. I had to protect them, no matter the cost. We smashed our way into what looked like an observation dome. The night sky stretched above, moonlight sparking off white scales and blood. Fences stood between us and the trees beyond, electricity humming. Scientists yelled orders, but I lunged, jaws crushing the wires. Sparks bit me, but the pain was nothing compared to the torture inside those walls. We burst free into the wild. For the first time since the nightmare began, I breathed air that didn’t sear my lungs. Declan, still awkward in his Tyrannosaurus skin, plowed through the brush, snapping trees. May raced ahead, agile and quick. Eventually, our shapes faded, scales sliding back into skin, bones shrinking and bending until we were just three kids again, gasping in the moonlit woods. We huddled together, shivering, half naked and terrified. May’s hand found mine. Declan stared at us, blood and tears smeared across his face. We didn’t speak. Words were too small for what we’d become. When dawn broke, we were still there, afraid to sleep in case the monsters inside us slipped out again. But we were together, free at last—even if we were something more, something strange and dangerous. We’d been hunted, tested on, changed forever. But if those white coats came searching again, they wouldn’t find lost children—only claws, teeth, and the unstoppable force of family. And a spinosaurus with nothing left to lose.
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