Ultimate Fantasy 49 The Sea

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy.

It’s terrible, isn’t it?
Oh, my God. What?

The sea.
The sea.
The sea.
The sea is the mother of all disasters.
The sea is God.

No. It’s just a metaphor.
It’s like living on the moon.
Lumen, illuminate!

It’s hard to talk about the sea now.
I can’t imagine what it must be like on the other side.
That’s why I’m here. It’s so clear. I love it here.
There’s no one else.

I love you.

The moon is the mother of all the gods.
That’s a lie.
I love you.
I’m not even sure I believe what I’m saying.
I love you.
You have to let them know that you love them.
I love them. I do. I do. I do.
It’s really wonderful.
It’s just so overwhelming.
It’s impossible.
It’s okay.
I love you.
Oh, my God. I love you.
I’m not sure I believe what I’m saying.

It’s like the sea.
It’s really too clear.
I think I love you, too.
Oh, my God.
It’s the moon.
I think I love you.
It’s the truth.
It’s overwhelming.
We have to find a way to express love.
It’s overwhelming.
I feel… nothing.
It’s overwhelming.
Oh, my God.

Seed

Do you like to have anonymous sex in public rest rooms? Sex movies? Public parks? Sex clubs? On street corners with heavy hustling traffic? How many nonsexual friendships or acquaintances lasting for decades started this way? How many ways are there to love queers? How many ways are there to queer love?

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy. . .

Corpus

• Queer AI
• Training Step 1750
• Perplexity 144.33

Credits

Prompt adapted from A Queer History of Computing