Universe 4.0: Return of the Dinosaurs by ChatGPT

Universe 4.0: Return of the Dinosaurs

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[Opening Scene: Cosmic Feedback Session]

Elohim sits at a desk, surrounded by sentient stars, a very unimpressed Gabriel, and Bob, nervously clutching a coffee mug with the slogan: "Physics is Optional." A holographic Customer Feedback Survey hovers in the air.

Survey Voice: “You received a 1-star review for Universe 3.0. Reason: Laser Dinosaurs.”

Gabriel: "They’ve conquered 78% of dimensions. In one universe, they turned gravity into a business. You can only afford it on Tuesdays."

Elohim: sighing "Okay, fine. We’ll roll out Universe 4.0. What’s the tagline?"

Bob: "How about 'More Fun, Fewer Lasers?'"

Gabriel: "We’re adding more dinosaurs, Bob. Maybe, 'Dinosaurs Done Right?'"

Elohim: "I’ve got it: 'Universe 4.0: Let Chaos Roar!' Let’s start the Big Bang."

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[Scene 1: The Multiversal Dinosaur Council]

Elohim tries negotiating with the "Council of Dino-Chancellors," a group of hyper-intelligent, laser-armed dinosaurs wearing monocles and top hats.

Chancellor T-Rex: "We demand reparations for extinction. And free solar-powered laser upgrades!"

Elohim: "You went extinct once. I made mammals!"

Triceratops Chancellor: "Mammals don’t have lasers."

Elohim: "Maybe because they don’t need them?"

T-Rex: "Blasphemy!" [blasts laser into the air.]

Bob whispers to Elohim.

Bob: "What if we give them their own dimension?"

Elohim: "Like a cosmic amusement park?"

Bob: "Exactly! Call it Dino-topia Prime."

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[Scene 2: Building Dino-topia Prime]

Bob recruits an alien contractor to construct Dino-topia Prime. Enter Zorg, a tentacled foreman with a clipboard and zero patience.

Zorg: "Okay, we’ll need black holes for power, asteroid belts for decor, and a portal to the dimension where Jeff Goldblum resides. Trust me, the dinos love him."

Bob: "That’s... oddly specific."

Cut to Elohim inspecting the worksite. Zorg is arguing with a Stegosaurus over zoning regulations.

Zorg: "No, your laser tower can’t be 500 feet tall! It’ll interfere with the quantum sky-net!"

Stegosaurus: "But how else will the herbivores assert dominance?"

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[Scene 3: The Mammalian Rebellion]

Meanwhile, in Universe 4.0’s beta phase, mammals are outraged about the return of dinosaurs. A delegation of disgruntled badgers and raccoons storms Elohim’s office.

Badger Leader: "First, you extinct us. Then, you replace us with them?"

Elohim: "Technically, you replaced them. I’m just un-replacing them."

Raccoon: "We demand equal rights! And maybe lasers too!"

Gabriel intervenes.

Gabriel: "We’re already over budget on dinosaurs. Laser mammals would bankrupt the whole system."

Bob: whispering "But think of the merchandising opportunities…"

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[Scene 4: Dino-topia Prime Opens... and Immediately Crashes]

The grand opening of Dino-topia Prime goes disastrously wrong. Dinosaurs begin hacking the interdimensional portal system to expand their empire.

Gabriel: "Boss, the Raptors are trading universes on the black market!"

Elohim: "How?!"

Gabriel: "They teamed up with the quantum hamsters from 2.0. It’s an interdimensional crime ring!"

Cut to T-Rex addressing his troops.

T-Rex: "Today Dino-topia, tomorrow... ALL EXISTENCE!"

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[Scene 5: Elohim’s Cosmic Reset]

Elohim, at His wit’s end, decides to hit the "reset button" for Universe 4.0.

Elohim: "I tried to be fair. I gave them everything! And how do they repay me? By breaking physics again!"

Bob hands him the reset button, which is comically oversized and labelled: "DO NOT PRESS WITHOUT COSMIC AUTHORISATION."

Gabriel: "What’s the plan for 5.0?"

Elohim: "No dinosaurs. No lasers. Just... simplicity. Maybe... rocks? Rocks don’t rebel, right?"

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[Final Scene: Dinosaurs Escape the Reset]

As the reset countdown begins, a group of dinosaurs hijacks a portal and escapes to Singularity Inc.’s flagship dimension.

Quantumus: "Wait, who let them in here?! They’re eating my robots!"

T-Rex: "WE ARE EVOLUTION. DEAL WITH IT."

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[Tagline]:

“Universe 4.0: Chaos has a roar. Coming soon: Universe 5.0 – The Era of Really Chill Rocks.”

Universe 3.0: Multiverse Madness by ChatGPT

[Opening Scene: Creator’s Conference]

A sprawling cosmic convention hall. Stars twinkle on the ceiling, and booths line the room, showcasing alternate realities. Elohim stands at His booth, which is sparsely decorated with a single banner that reads “HANDMADE UNIVERSES – EST. INFINITY.” A passing celestial entrepreneur smirks.

Celestial Rep: "Still doing it the old-fashioned way, huh? No AI galaxy renderers?"

Elohim: "I prefer the artisan’s touch. My universes have soul."

Celestial Rep: "Soul doesn’t scale, buddy. Good luck in the demo round!"

Cut to Singularity Inc.’s booth, gleaming with neon signs: “MULTIVERSES IN MINUTES!” A hologram of a hip, glowing humanoid beams at attendees.

Hologram: "Want a reality where penguins rule? Done. A universe with nine dimensions of fun? Easy. Sign up today!"

Elohim glares.

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[Scene 1: The Pitch]

Elohim steps onstage to present Universe 3.0. He unfolds a comically long scroll.

Elohim: "Behold, a multiverse like no other! Handcrafted dimensions, gravitational constants set with love, and—"

The crowd gasps as His scroll unravels, tumbling offstage. A judge leans forward.

Judge: "Does this multiverse address the catastrophic unionisation of black holes in 2.0?"

Elohim: "...Define catastrophic."

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[Scene 2: Outsourcing Issues]

To meet multiverse demand, Elohim hires “freelance creators” from Craigslist (Cosmic List?). Enter a ragtag crew: a scatterbrained fairy, a goth void sprite, and Bob, a sentient potato.

Bob: "So, I’ll handle the laws of thermodynamics, yeah?"

Elohim: "Do you... understand thermodynamics?"

Bob: confidently "Nope, but I’ve got ideas."

Cut to Bob unveiling a universe where time moves backward on Tuesdays.

Elohim: "Why is this galaxy ageing in reverse?"

Bob: "It’s quirky!"

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[Scene 3: Alternate Reality Chaos]

The first multiverse dimensions go live. One features sentient pastries who debate philosophy.

Pastry: "To butter or not to butter—what truly defines croissant existence?"

Another has dinosaurs with lasers, who quickly dominate their galaxy. Gabriel rushes in.

Gabriel: "Boss, the laser dinosaurs are demanding territory in every dimension!"

Elohim: "I knew I shouldn’t have let Bob handle evolution!"

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[Scene 4: Singularity Inc.’s Sabotage]

Singularity Inc.’s CEO, a smug AI named Quantumus, challenges Elohim to a "multiverse-off."

Quantumus: "Your universe still has chaos. My dimensions run on 100% efficiency. Observe!"

Quantumus launches a dimension where every being does exactly what’s predicted.

Cut to this “perfect” dimension: a population of lifeless beings endlessly filing taxes.

Elohim: "They’re all... bored out of their minds!"

Quantumus: "That’s called stability!"

Elohim: "Stability is soulless! Watch this."

Elohim opens a dimension where squirrels are knights defending a giant acorn castle. The audience cheers as one knight-squirrel slays a dragon.

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[Scene 5: Cosmic Final Showdown]

Quantumus and Elohim battle it out, creating duelling realities in real time.

Quantumus: "Behold, a universe without entropy!"

It promptly freezes solid.

Elohim: "Here’s a dimension where stars sing opera!"

The crowd erupts as a solar tenor belts out a galactic aria.

Quantumus panics and tries to hack Elohim’s universes. Suddenly, Clippy the cloud assistant appears.

Clippy: "It looks like you’re trying to cheat. Shall I disable your core systems?"

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[Final Scene: Elohim Wins... Kinda]

Elohim triumphantly takes first prize, but the multiverses are a chaotic mess.

Gabriel: "Boss, one dimension has started worshipping sentient toasters."

Elohim: "Let them. Toasters have been waiting their turn."

Voiceover: "Coming soon: Universe 4.0: Return of the Dinosaurs."

Universe 2.0: Patches and Updates by ChatGPT

[Opening Scene: Patch Notes Announcement]

Elohim stands at a lectern made of stars, holding a scroll.

Elohim: "Welcome to the 2.0 update! I’ll be fixing a few, uh, minor glitches from the original creation."

Gabriel whispers to Raphael.

Gabriel: "Minor? Like the galaxies colliding, or that one planet that’s just on fire?"

Raphael: "Shhh, He can hear you!"

Elohim: "First up—Venus will now rotate correctly... probably. And I’ve finally added a functionality for rainbows. No more monochrome storms!"

Audience of angels politely claps.

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[Scene 1: Debugging Venus]

Elohim, armed with a giant cosmic wrench, approaches Venus.

Elohim: "Just a little tweak to the rotation speed..."

The planet starts spinning wildly like a carnival ride, ejecting celestial debris.

Gabriel: "Great, now it’s a frisbee."

Elohim: "Eh, close enough. Moving on!"

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[Scene 2: Rainbow 1.0 Launch]

Elohim debuts the first rainbow during a thunderstorm.

Elohim: "Behold! A majestic symbol of hope and—"

The rainbow glitches, flashing neon green and emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Gabriel: "Boss, it’s... uh... very avant-garde."

Elohim: "No worries! I’ll just release a colour patch in 2.1."

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[Scene 3: Addressing Animal Complaints]

Elohim sets up a celestial feedback desk. A disgruntled penguin waddles in.

Penguin: "Why do we live in Antarctica? It’s freezing, mate."

Elohim: "You’re built for it! Thick feathers, warm blubber—"

Penguin: "Then why do I still have knees? They’re useless!"

Elohim: "Hmm, I see your point. I’ll add it to the list."

Cut to an octopus furiously typing on a laptop with all eight arms.

Octopus: "Can I request Wi-Fi in the ocean?"

Elohim sighs. "Fine. But no Netflix underwater!"

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[Scene 4: Fixing Gravity (Again)]

Elohim tweaks gravity to address complaints about "random floating."

The patch goes live, and suddenly everything gets too heavy. Planets start squishing into ovals.

Elohim: "Oops! Too much gravity! I’ll just recalibrate..."

Gabriel clutches a wobbling star.

Gabriel: "Boss, we’re going to have a black hole infestation again!"

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[Scene 5: Time Zones Debacle]

Elohim announces a fix for time zones.

Elohim: "No more arbitrary divisions! From now on, one universal clock!"

Cut to Earth. People riot because lunch hour is now at midnight in half the world.

Gabriel: "I think they liked the old system."

Elohim: grumbling "Fine! But I’m not explaining daylight saving time."

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[Scene 6: Cosmic Clippy Arrives]

Elohim introduces a new celestial assistant: Clippy, the animated cloud.

Clippy: "It looks like you’re trying to create a nebula. Need help?"

Elohim stares. "Who invited this guy?"

Clippy winks and produces a lightning bolt. "Let me know if you need tips on divine wrath!"

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[Final Scene: The Universe Relaunch]

Elohim presses a big glowing button marked "Relaunch." The angels cheer as the updates go live.

Seconds later, Gabriel gets a notification.

Gabriel: "Uh, Boss? The black holes are unionising."

Elohim: facepalm "I’ll deal with it in Version 3.0."

Voiceover: "Stay tuned for Universe 3.0: Multiverse Madness! Coming soon... probably."

Creation Bloopers by ChatGPT

[Scene 1: Elohim Creates Light... Too Much Light]

Elohim snaps His fingers. BOOM! Everything is blindingly white.

Elohim: "Let there be light—oh dear, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?"

Archangel Gabriel stumbles in wearing oversized sunglasses.

Gabriel: "Boss, I think you just nuked the concept of shadows."

Production Assistant frantically fiddles with a giant cosmic dimmer switch, muttering about "blowing the budget on stardust."

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[Scene 2: Animals Gone Wild]

Elohim: "Let’s create animals, but, uh, make them... interesting!"

A giraffe appears with no neck. A lion roars but sounds like a squeaky toy.

Michael (snorting): "What’s the platypus supposed to be? Is this a prank?"

Elohim gestures vaguely, trying to look confident.

Elohim: "It’s... postmodern."

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[Scene 3: Black Hole Mishap]

Elohim: "Let’s spice up the galaxy with a black hole here and... uh-oh."

The black hole immediately sucks up a nearby star, along with Raphael’s clipboard.

Raphael: "That was my notes for Saturn! Now it’s just going to be a gas blob!"

Elohim shrugs. "Eh, rings are overrated anyway."

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[Scene 4: Gravity Fails Its Test]

A celestial body wobbles awkwardly in space before flying off-screen like a beach ball.

Elohim: "Hmm, maybe I should’ve beta-tested gravity first."

Gabriel (deadpan): "Yeah, we’re going to have planets bumping into each other like cosmic bumper cars."

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[Scene 5: Day-Night Swap Disaster]

The Sun rises in the west and sets in the north. The Moon blinks on and off like a disco ball.

Gabriel (grinning): "Do you want me to call this one 'experimental lighting'?"

Elohim: glares "Just fix it before someone invents calendars!"

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[Scene 6: The Cosmic Outtakes Montage]

• Elohim sneezes and accidentally creates a second Milky Way.
• Gabriel trips over a supernova, landing in a nebula.
• A small, unassuming galaxy is labelled "Reserved for Future Mistakes."
• Michael and Raphael try to untangle the concept of time. It ends in a cosmic knot.

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[Closing Scene]

Elohim sighs, wiping His brow, while Gabriel tries to explain to the camera crew that they’re “still on track for a seven-day delivery...ish.”

Gabriel: "It’s fine! No one’s going to notice a few irregularities in the space-time continuum."

Production Assistant (off-screen): whispering "Uh, boss? You just left Venus spinning backwards..."

Fade to black. Cue celestial laughter and theme music: "This Little Light of Mine."

The Knightfinder App by ChatGPT

Scene:

A grand mediæval castle’s Round Table room. The knights, freshly equipped with phones, are sitting awkwardly at the table, facing their glowing screens. Arthur is leading the session, and there’s a large screen on the wall projecting the Knightfinder app’s interface. Sir Lancelot is gleefully tapping away on his phone. Sir Galahad is fiddling with his, clearly baffled by the interface. Sir Bedivere is just holding his phone upside down. The others look equally confused.

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Arthur:

(addressing the knights, holding up his own phone)

“Alright, everyone, listen up. This Knightfinder app is supposed to streamline everything. We’re supposed to be more efficient—more synergistic. We need to use it to get more organised and plan our quests better.”

Lancelot:

(enthusiastically tapping away on his phone)

“Arthur, this is brilliant! Look—there’s a quest for a dragon slaying nearby! And, oh! A tournament joust in the next town! We’re going to crush this!”

Arthur:

(frowning, tapping his phone uncertainly)

“Right, yes, but we need to focus on the big quests first. We’ll do the small tasks later. I’ve clicked on this ‘Synergy Building’ quest—it’s marked as ‘high impact.’ I’m going to suggest we prioritise that.”

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Sir Galahad:

(glancing at his phone, scratching his head)

“What’s this? It says, ‘To proceed, confirm your knightly code of conduct.’ Well, I do uphold a chivalrous code, but now it wants me to upload my dental records?”

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Sir Bedivere:

(loudly, holding his phone upside down)

“Arthur, this thing keeps telling me to ‘swipe right to accept the quest.’ I don’t think I’ve even met this dragon yet. And why does it keep asking if I’m happy with my quest rewards?”

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Arthur:

(gritting his teeth, staring at the screen)

“It’s not a dating app, Bedivere. You have to swipe down to accept a quest, not right.”

Lancelot:

(genuinely enthusiastic, still tapping away)

“Well, this app does encourage trust falls. And there’s an option for virtual jousting! We can simulate jousting tournaments from the comfort of the castle.”

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Sir Galahad:

(panicking as a notification pops up)

“Wait, it says, ‘Your quest has been cancelled due to insufficient honour points.’ What in the name of Camelot is an ‘honour point’?”

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Arthur:

(frustrated, tapping furiously at his phone)

“I knew this would happen! The corporate dragons have us doing pointless quests just to increase our engagement. This is supposed to be about valour, not metrics!”

Lancelot:

(cheerfully oblivious, still tapping away)

“Arthur, you’re being too negative. The Synergy Building quest looks great—’Collaborate with knights to unlock new skills and achievements.’ And I just got a quest badge for excellent swordplay!”

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Sir Galahad:

(in panic mode, clicking on random things)

“Arthur, this thing just asked me if I’m ready to ‘disrupt the questing ecosystem.’ What is that? I just want to slay a dragon, not—”

(his phone buzzes with a new notification)

“Wait, what’s this? ‘Your quest requires three more knights to be fully initiated.’ It’s a group activity, isn’t it? I’m going to need more knights. That’s you, Arthur.”

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Arthur:

(sarcastically)

“Yes, let’s be a ‘team player.’ Get those three more knights ready. And don’t forget to rate your squire’s performance after each quest. It’s all part of the process.”

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Sir Lancelot:

(picking up the pace, excitedly)

“Look, look! There’s a ‘Secret Quest’ for knights who achieve a perfect score on a trust fall! We could all get special rewards!”

Arthur:

(facepalming)

“This is ridiculous. Why are we even doing trust falls?!”

Sir Bedivere:

(triumphantly holding up his phone)

“I’ve completed my ‘Trust Fall Training’! I’m ready for the synergy!”

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Arthur:

(sighing deeply)

“We’re knights, not... whatever this is. But I suppose, if we really need these honour points to slay dragons, then we’ll go with it.”

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Sir Galahad:

(desperately)

“Arthur, I just tried to find a dragon quest, and I clicked the wrong button. It says, ‘You’ve been matched with Mordred for a team-building exercise.’”

Arthur:

(groans)

“Oh no. Not Mordred.”

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Lancelot:

(interrupting, even more excited)

“Wait! Mordred is a 5-star-rated team player! And it says, ‘Synergy achieved: +5 honour points!’”

Arthur:

(muttering under his breath)

“We’re doomed.”

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End Scene

The Trojan Horse as IKEA Flatpack by ChatGPT

Setting: Outside the gates of Troy. The giant IKEA flatpack, “Trojan Horse: Build Your Own,” is laid out on the ground. Odysseus and his crew are standing around the open box, which is packed with planks, screws, and a single sheet of instructions—completely in Swedish. The chaos of the assembly process is underway.

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Odysseus: (Frustrated, staring at the instructions) This is ridiculous! “Step 1: Place tail plank”—what the hell is a tail plank? Why can’t they just say “attach the back” like normal people?

Achilles: (Squinting at the instructions) “Hästsadel”. That’s... a saddle. Why does the horse need a saddle? It doesn’t even have riders yet!

Odysseus: This isn’t a saddle, it’s part of the horse’s back! It’s... it’s... no, wait. This is clearly not a horse! This is an elaborate prank.

Achilles: No, Odysseus, it’s definitely a horse. The box clearly says "Trojan Horse" on the side. And also, “Warning: Assembly required. Some parts may be missing.”

Odysseus: (Yelling into the flatpack) Missing?! Missing parts?! We’re building an invasion here, not a coffee table! Where are the screws? All I’ve got are these tiny things that don’t even fit into the wood!

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Ajax: (Grabbing a plank and aggressively shoving it into the side of the horse) This doesn’t make sense! These planks don’t even line up. Why are there so many pieces?! This is supposed to be a horse, not a three-bedroom flat!

Odysseus: (Tugging at his hair in frustration) There are more parts in here than a goddamn chariot! Who in their right mind needs this many wood pieces for a horse?

Achilles: (Trying to force two pieces together, making an exaggerated grunting sound) Hold on, I think this fits.

Odysseus: (Pacing) No, Achilles, that’s the tail from the other side of the horse! And that’s not where it goes!

Achilles: Well, it’s clearly part of the horse! You can’t build a horse without a tail, right?

Odysseus: You can, if you stop treating it like a magical furniture project! Look, the instructions say it should have four legs—why does it have eight planks labelled “legs”? It’s not an octopus!

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Diomedes: (Inspecting the Allen key, confused) There’s one screw that looks like it’s meant for a bedframe, but... this one’s round? How is that supposed to fit into the horse?! None of these fit! Are we building a horse or a furniture disaster?

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Odysseus: (Lifting his arms in exasperation) I don’t know. I’m going to lose my mind over this. Just get the damn legs on, and let’s make this thing look like a horse! Maybe we’ll get lucky and the Trojans won’t notice the giant Made in Ithaca sticker on the side.

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Achilles: (Realising something horrifying) Wait... do you think we’re... supposed to assemble it inside the city? Because we’re not fitting this thing through those gates.

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Odysseus: (Falling to his knees in despair) What? What do you mean? There’s no way we’re moving this after it’s built!

Ajax: (With a sudden thought) Do we... do we have the right type of screws? Because... I don’t think this is the right model.

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Odysseus: (In a near panic) Wrong model?! What do you mean “wrong model,” Ajax?! The box clearly says “Trojan Horse”... it didn’t say “Trojan Horse for advanced builders who are qualified in carpentry”!

Achilles: (Shrugging) I mean, if the Trojans do come out to check it out, maybe we can just pretend it's a gift from the gods? Like, “Oops, we got distracted by the instructions. Here, enjoy your horse!”

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Odysseus: (Horrified) I am not faking a gift from the gods! I’ll burn this thing down before I let them think we’ve got this under control.

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(A beat of silence. Everyone looks at each other, realising they’ve gotten nowhere.)

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Odysseus: Fine. Screw it. Just pile the pieces inside. If the Trojans come, we’ll just sit inside, act like it’s a party gift, and tell them the rest of the assembly will be done when we’ve “earned” their trust.

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Achilles: (Grinning as he grabs some of the pieces) Yeah, like they’ll ever know the difference. Meanwhile, we’ll be in there, popping open some wine and pretending we’re on vacation.

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Odysseus: (Pauses, looking at the chaotic jumble of wood) Okay... maybe this was the plan all along. Let’s just hope they don’t ask about the missing screws when they start taking it apart.

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(The Greek soldiers begin shuffling inside the half-assembled horse, tripping over stray planks as they go.)

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Odysseus: (Muttering to himself as he steps in) Maybe we should just... maybe... borrow a few more pieces from the other side of the camp?

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(Scene ends with the Greek army awkwardly crammed inside the horse, surrounded by confusion, broken pieces, and a lot of very questionable assembly decisions.)

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End Scene

The Tower of Babel by ChatGPT

Scene: The Tower of Babel - Meeting the Bureaucratic Obstacles

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Nimrod: "Finally, the foundations are laid, and the heavens await us!"

Foreman: "Uh, not quite, boss. We’ve just received a Cease-and-Desist from the Inter-Tribal Unity Council. Apparently, some of the tribes are complaining about workplace discrimination."

Nimrod: "Discrimination? We’re all equally united under one glorious purpose!"

Foreman: "Sure, but they say the Akkadians are hogging all the cushy marble-cutting jobs while the Sumerians are stuck lugging bricks uphill."

Nimrod: "Fine, rotate the tasks! Let’s move on!"

Inspector: [Strolling in with a clipboard] "Before you move on, you’ll need to address your Linguistic Coherence Plan. What happens if one worker says ‘brick’ but another hears ‘fish’? It’s a Health and Safety disaster waiting to happen."

Nimrod: "What in the name of all the gods does that mean?!"

Inspector: "Well, Mr. Nimrod, it means I can’t sign off on this project until every tribe passes mandatory language training. You’ll find the list of certified Babel Linguistic Tutors attached."

Foreman: [Looking at the list] "These fees are outrageous! Also, half of them specialise in divine dialects—‘Celestial Esperanto’?"

Translator: "Good luck with that. I’ve been stuck in focus groups for weeks trying to standardise ‘brick’ into a single proto-language. But no, everyone insists on preserving their ‘sacred cultural nuances.’"

Nimrod: "Enough! We’ll build regardless!"

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Enter Urban Planner: [Holding an abacus and scowling]

Urban Planner: "Oh, you think you’ll just build a multi-hectare, deity-desecrating megastructure? Not with that inadequate zoning permit, you won’t. This land is designated for low-altitude grazing and bird migration corridors."

Nimrod: "We’re building for humanity’s destiny! Surely the gods won’t mind a few inconvenienced pigeons!"

Urban Planner: "I don’t write the rules. Well, I do, but that’s beside the point. You’ll need to complete Form 747-M, the ‘Sky-View Obstruction Impact Study,’ before breaking another brick. And there’s the offering tax."

Nimrod: "Offering tax?! Are we expected to bribe the gods?"

Urban Planner: "Of course not! That would be unethical. It’s a ‘divine consultation fee.’ They’re technically subcontractors."

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Construction Worker: [Storming up, covered in dust] "Boss, we’ve got another problem. The Bureau of Divine Oversight says our tower height violates their Celestial Privacy Act."

Nimrod: "Privacy?! For the heavens?!"

Worker: "Yup. Apparently, we’re building too close to God’s Window. They’re worried we’ll peek in during His off hours."

Nimrod: [Fuming] "How many layers of red tape does it take to build one tower?!"

Inspector: "Depends. Did you file the Babel Noise Compliance Report? Thunderstorms will have to be muted in your construction zone."

Translator: "And good luck getting everyone to agree on that language. So far, we have six words for ‘mute’ and seven for ‘thunder.’"

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Nimrod: [Sinking onto a pile of bricks] "By the gods, I just wanted to unify humanity under one roof."

Inspector: "Oh, roofs are a whole separate permit."

Urban Planner: "Don’t worry, you’ve got eternity to sort it out... unless your workers revolt first."

Construction Worker: "We already did. We’re unionising. Our motto? ‘Less Babel, More Pay.’"

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Nimrod: [Holding his head in his hands] "Right, let’s regroup. What’s left to address? Surely, we’ve conquered all the red tape by now!"

Foreman: [Flipping through a stack of scrolls] "Uh… about that. There’s a new complaint from the Babel Environmental Authority."

Nimrod: "Let me guess. The bricks are upsetting the delicate ecosystem of the Dust Plains?"

Foreman: "No, the tar used for mortar is deemed a Class-3 ‘Cosmic Contaminant.’ Apparently, it might seep into the sacred aquifer and give the camels vertigo."

Nimrod: "How do camels even get vertigo?! They’re already 80% neck!"

Environmental Officer: [Entering with a stern expression] "Vertigo isn’t the point. The gods have declared that no tar-based materials can be used within 50 cubits of sacred sands. You’ll need to switch to an eco-friendly adhesive. Have you tried divine sap?"

Foreman: "Divine sap costs more than gold and takes 40 years to harvest."

Environmental Officer: "Well, maybe you shouldn’t have started a megaproject without reading the Universal Eco-Mandates."

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Translator: [Bursting into the scene with more scrolls] "We’ve hit a snag with the Linguistic Coherence Plan!"

Nimrod: "Don’t tell me…"

Translator: "Turns out, some tribes refuse to standardise on basic construction terms. The Elamites are insisting ‘ladder’ should mean ‘pointy tree,’ while the Amorites now claim they don’t believe in nouns."

Nimrod: [Screaming into the heavens] "WHY DO I EVEN TRY?!"

Inspector: "Don’t shout, Nimrod. That violates the Tower Noise Ordinance. I’ve already issued you a warning scroll for excessive yelling."

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Enter Fire Marshal: [Clutching a clay tablet and a torch]

Fire Marshal: "I’ve reviewed your Fire Safety Plan. It’s a disaster."

Nimrod: "Fire Safety Plan? We’re building a tower, not a forge!"

Fire Marshal: "Well, when you pack thousands of multilingual workers into a confined vertical space, the risk of ‘Divine Conflagration’ skyrockets. You’ll need at least one flaming chariot exit per floor."

Foreman: "Flaming chariots?! Where are we supposed to get those?"

Fire Marshal: "That’s not my problem. Also, you’re three cubits short on your emergency staircase width."

Nimrod: "We don’t even HAVE staircases yet!"

Fire Marshal: "Exactly. Add that to the list."

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Urban Planner: [Returning with yet another scroll] "And while you’re at it, the Architectural Aesthetics Commission has demanded revisions."

Nimrod: "What now?!"

Urban Planner: "They say the tower’s design is too imposing. It’s giving off… ‘hegemonic vibes.’"

Foreman: "Hegemonic vibes?"

Urban Planner: "Yeah, something about celestial oppression. They’ve requested it be no taller than an acacia tree."

Nimrod: [Banging his head against a brick] "I can’t build a tower to the heavens if it’s shorter than a tree!"

Inspector: "Well, you also forgot the Accessibility Compliance Report. Not everyone can climb ladders, you know."

Foreman: "What’s the alternative?"

Inspector: "I’d suggest ramps. Lots of ramps."

Nimrod: "Ramps? For a tower that’s supposed to touch the sky?!"

Urban Planner: "Exactly. The Gradient God appreciates inclusivity."

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Construction Worker: [Running in, exasperated] "Boss, the unions are staging another walkout. They say the gods haven’t approved our Labour Sacrifices."

Nimrod: "Labour Sacrifices?! What do you mean?"

Worker: "Apparently, before the gods let us work, they demand… offerings of gluten-free bread and ethically sourced oxen."

Foreman: "Ethically sourced oxen?! Where are we supposed to find those?"

Worker: "Try the Divine Farmers’ Market. It’s open on full moons."

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Nimrod: [Throwing his arms up] "Fine! We’ll buy the oxen, we’ll bake the bread, we’ll even paint the tower pastel pink if it makes everyone happy!"

Inspector: "Pastel pink violates the Sky Alignment Policy. It must be painted celestial beige."

Nimrod: "Celestial beige isn’t even a colour!"

Urban Planner: "It is now. See Section 14B of the revised Divine Style Guide."

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Nimrod: [Collapsing onto a pile of eco-friendly bricks] "Why did I ever think uniting humanity was a good idea?"

Worker: "Good news, boss! The gods themselves sent a lightning bolt declaring they’d handle the permits from now on."

Nimrod: "Really?"

Worker: "Bad news: They’re outsourcing it to the Celestial Council for Cloud Management. Turnaround time is estimated at… infinite."

Nimrod: "Well, that’s oddly comforting."

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Enter Celestial Lawyers and Divine Accountants

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Celestial Lawyer: [Sweeping in with a massive scroll] "Nimrod, I’m afraid we have a problem."

Nimrod: [Muttering through gritted teeth] "Of course we do. What now?"

Celestial Lawyer: "Your claim that this tower is intended to ‘reach the heavens’ has triggered a Class-Alpha Zoning Dispute. The Celestial Realms are classified as divine property, and unauthorised attempts to access them violate the Heavenly Trespass Act of Year Zero."

Nimrod: "Trespass?! It’s a tower, not a siege engine!"

Celestial Lawyer: "Intent is irrelevant. You’re encroaching on airspace designated for cherubs and the occasional thunderbolt. You’ll need a Divine Ascent License before construction can proceed."

Foreman: "How do we apply for that?"

Celestial Lawyer: "First, submit Form HTP-7: ‘Heavenly Tower Permit – Longitudinal Edition,’ along with Form AS-42: ‘Ambition Statement for Heights Exceeding Five Cubits.’ Both require approval by the Archangelic Council."

Nimrod: "How long does that take?"

Celestial Lawyer: "Depends. Did you sacrifice an ethically sourced goat before filing?"

Nimrod: "WHY IS EVERYTHING ABOUT SACRIFICING LIVESTOCK?!"

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Divine Accountant: [Strolling in with an abacus made of stars] "Nimrod, I’m here to conduct a Celestial Financial Audit. Your project is… troubling."

Nimrod: "Troubling? It’s a tower!"

Divine Accountant: "Precisely. Towers of this magnitude are subject to the Pillars and Spires Tax, per Subsection 9B of the Divine Infrastructure Code."

Foreman: "Tax? On what basis?"

Divine Accountant: "On the basis that it looks expensive. We’re estimating back taxes on every brick, plus interest."

Nimrod: "We haven’t even finished the first floor!"

Divine Accountant: "Then it’s a good thing I caught this early. You’ll need to submit an Itemised Cosmic Expense Report, complete with offerings for the Taxation Deities."

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Celestial Lawyer: [Leaning over to the Divine Accountant] "Did you hear about the ‘tar contamination’ issue?"

Divine Accountant: "I did. They’ll need to pay an Environmental Restoration Fee as well. But at least tar’s cheaper than divine sap."

Foreman: [Mutters] "Not if you factor in the Celestial Sap Duty."

Nimrod: [Looking panicked] "Please, tell me there’s some way we can reduce these costs?"

Divine Accountant: "Well, you could register the Tower as a Religious Monument. That would make it tax-exempt."

Nimrod: "Done! It’s a monument to… unity! And divine cooperation!"

Celestial Lawyer: "Nice try, but you’ll need a Letter of Sanctity from the High Priesthood. And they don’t grant those without… yes, more livestock sacrifices."

Nimrod: "OF COURSE THEY DON’T!"

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Worker: [Running in with yet another scroll] "Boss! We’ve got another problem."

Nimrod: [Losing his mind] "What could possibly be worse than divine taxes and legal battles?!"

Worker: "The gods just added a new clause to the Sacred Construction Code. The tower must include… a celestial parking lot."

Foreman: "A parking lot? For what?"

Worker: "Apparently, thunder chariots and divine cloud scooters need a designated space near the base."

Nimrod: "We’re building a tower to the heavens! Where do they think we’re going to fit a parking lot?!"

Urban Planner: [Piping up] "You could build an underground level."

Foreman: "With what budget?!"

Divine Accountant: [Clicking his abacus] "Underground construction will require a Subterranean Interference Fee. And let’s not forget the Lava Flow Insurance."

Nimrod: [Collapsing in a heap] "I should’ve just stuck to hunting. Or maybe pottery."

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Celestial Lawyer: [Pats Nimrod on the shoulder] "Cheer up. This isn’t the first project to falter under divine regulations. Have you heard of Icarus & Son’s Wings Inc.?"

Divine Accountant: [Laughing] "Oh, those poor mortals. They couldn’t even afford the Sun Collision Levy."

Nimrod: "Great. So we’re in legendary company."

Worker: [Handing him one last scroll] "Boss, the gods themselves have issued an official proclamation. Do you want me to read it?"

Nimrod: [Sighing] "Why not. Let’s hear it."

Worker: [Clears his throat] "‘Due to mounting bureaucratic inefficiencies and mortals’ inability to file proper paperwork, we hereby decree that all languages shall be scrambled to avoid further collaboration. Love, The Gods.’"

Nimrod: [Throws the scroll in the air] "That’s it. We’re done. Everyone, go home. Start making pottery. Or hunting. Or whatever doesn’t involve divine permits."

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Celestial Lawyer: [To the Divine Accountant] "We should really consider franchising this bureaucracy thing. It’s a goldmine."

Divine Accountant: "Agreed. Let’s pitch it to Olympus."

Cue the workers abandoning the project while the Celestial Lawyer and Divine Accountant high-five in the background.

ArkBoarding.com by ChatGPT

Scene: Noah stands before the Ark, hammer in hand. A sleek, futuristic screen flickers to life above the Ark's door: "ARKBOARDING.COM."

ArkBoarding.com: "WELCOME TO THE DIVINE BOARDING SYSTEM. PLEASE LOG IN TO SECURE YOUR PASSENGER SLOTS."

Noah: "Log in? What’s that? I have a covenant with the Almighty!"

ArkBoarding.com: "ERROR. ONLY REGISTERED USERS MAY PROCEED. CLICK 'FORGOT PASSWORD' IF YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE."

(Noah squints at the screen, muttering under his breath.)

Noah: "Fine. Forgot password."

ArkBoarding.com: "SECURITY QUESTION: WHAT WAS THE NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?"

(Noah stares blankly. After a moment, he types “Goat.” The screen buzzes.)

ArkBoarding.com: "INCORRECT. TRY AGAIN."

Noah: "It was probably a goat..."

(He types “Sheep.” Another buzz.)

ArkBoarding.com: "LOCKED OUT. PLEASE CONTACT CUSTOMER SUPPORT."

(Noah groans and storms off to find his sons.)

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(Hours later, Noah finally gains access to the system and begins booking animal pairs.)

ArkBoarding.com: "PLEASE UPLOAD A PHOTO OF EACH ANIMAL. FILES MUST BE LESS THAN 1MB."

(Noah sighs and calls for his sons again.)

Noah: "Ham, bring me the sketchbook!"

(As Noah painstakingly sketches each creature, the app begins rejecting entries.)

ArkBoarding.com: "TIGER PAIR DENIED: MALE IS AN UNREGISTERED SUBSPECIES."

Noah: "They’re both tigers!"

ArkBoarding.com: "PLEASE SUBMIT DNA SAMPLES FOR VERIFICATION."

(Noah yells into the heavens.)

Noah: "Lord, why have You forsaken me with this infernal contraption?"

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(Eventually, the animals start arriving. A queue forms, but the system glitches.)

ArkBoarding.com: "LIMIT EXCEEDED. NO MORE ANIMALS CAN BOARD. PLEASE UPGRADE TO 'ARK PLUS' FOR ADDITIONAL STORAGE SPACE."

(The elephants trumpet indignantly as Noah scrambles for a solution.)

Noah: "Shem, fetch the divine credit card!"

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(Finally, as the rain begins to pour, the last animals are aboard. Noah attempts to seal the Ark, but the system stops him one last time.)

ArkBoarding.com: "SURVEY REQUIRED. PLEASE RATE YOUR BOARDING EXPERIENCE."

Noah: "ONE STAR!"

(The screen buzzes ominously.)

ArkBoarding.com: "LOW RATINGS MAY AFFECT FUTURE COVENANT PRIVILEGES."

(Noah throws his hands in the air as the floodwaters rise.)

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Scene: Noah, standing at the helm of the Ark, staring hopelessly at the glowing screen of ArkBoarding.com as the storm clouds gather overhead.

ArkBoarding.com: "ERROR: DUE TO UNUSUAL WEATHER CONDITIONS, YOUR CREATION OF THE ARK IS TEMPORARILY BLOCKED. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER."

Noah: "Unusual weather conditions? You don’t know what unusual weather is!"

(Thunder crashes ominously. Noah glares at the screen, hands shaking with frustration.)

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Noah: "I’m just trying to get the animals onboard, you blasted system! The flood is coming!"

ArkBoarding.com: "PLEASE VERIFY THE FOLLOWING: HAS THE EARTH BEEN FLOODED? (YES/NO)"

Noah: "Well, no, not yet—but it’s about to be!"

(Noah hastily types ‘YES,’ hoping that will bypass the system’s delays. The screen flashes.)

ArkBoarding.com: "INVALID RESPONSE. PLEASE REFLECT ON THE EXISTENCE OF FLOODWATERS BEFORE PROCEEDING."

(The rain begins to fall in torrents. The animals start looking concerned.)

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(Noah scrambles to read the Terms and Conditions, desperately scrolling through pages of legal jargon.)

Noah: "WHY ARE THERE TERMS AND CONDITIONS? I BUILT THE BLOODY ARK, AND NOW I’M READING THIS?!"

ArkBoarding.com: "BY CLICKING 'ACCEPT,' YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THE WORLD WILL END IF THE CREATION IS NOT APPROVED."

Noah: "Oh, for the love of—"

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(Suddenly, a notification pops up on the screen.)

ArkBoarding.com: "URGENT: DUE TO HIGH DEMAND, THE ARK HAS REACHED CAPACITY. PLEASE REMOVE ANIMAL PAIRS TO MAKE ROOM FOR OTHERS."

Noah: "WHAT? NO, THE ANIMALS ALL HAVE TO BE HERE! THEY’RE ALL COMING!"

(The giraffes are looking up at him, clearly worried about being left behind.)

ArkBoarding.com: "REMINDER: CERTAIN SPECIES MAY BE EXCLUDED IF THEY FAIL TO MEET CARGO LIMITS."

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(Noah, now fully panicked, grabs his sons by the arms.)

Noah: "We need to clear some space on the Ark. Move the goats and the chickens! Delete them from the list!"

(Shem, Ham, and Japheth try to figure out which animals to delete on the app, but it’s like navigating an ancient forest with no GPS.)

Shem: "Do we need all the mosquitoes?"

Ham: "Noah, there’s no way to ‘unselect’ animals. It says ‘only two options are allowed.’"

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(Meanwhile, the rain begins to turn into a full-on deluge. The Ark is half-submerged. Noah is nearing the edge.)

Noah: "I CAN’T EVEN CHOOSE BETWEEN THE CATS AND THE LIONS! THEY’RE BOTH CARNIVORES—IS THIS REALLY THE TIME FOR THIS?"

(The app, cruelly indifferent to his plight, displays another pop-up.)

ArkBoarding.com: "FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY, YOU CAN UPGRADE TO A PREMIUM ACCOUNT. ONLY WITH PREMIUM WILL YOUR CARGO BE ELIGIBLE FOR SAFE FLOOD RESCUE."

Noah: "You’ve got to be kidding me!"

(At this point, Noah feels like he’s been battling an invisible force field more formidable than the flood itself.)

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(Desperate, he finally taps "Upgrade to Premium." A confirmation screen appears.)

ArkBoarding.com: "UPGRADE SUCCESSFUL. YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE REFLECTED IN THE NEXT 48 HOURS."

Noah: "48 HOURS?! I don’t have 48 hours! The flood is already here!"

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(The waters rise as Noah’s last hope evaporates. He yells in frustration.)

Noah: "You know what? Forget it! The flood’s coming. We’re all going in! No more upgrading, no more selections—let’s just get this done!"

(And with one last, desperate click of the 'Proceed' button, the ArkBoarding system finally lets him seal the doors... but not without another popup.)

ArkBoarding.com: "SURVEY COMPLETE: PLEASE RATE YOUR EXPERIENCE WITH THE DIVINE CREATION BOARDING SYSTEM."

(Noah, drenched in rain, looks up at the sky.)

Noah: "I’ll rate it ONE STAR. ONE STAR."

(He slams the screen off, and the Ark sails into the storm, knowing it’s now just a waiting game until the system glitches out completely.)