AI Horror Stories S1E1

In Season 1 Episode 1 we power up the AI horror machine for the first time and generate two horrifying tales of post apocalyptic nightmares and ghostly realms. Explore the world of "The Undertaker" and the barren expanses of "The Wastelands" in the inaugural episode of AI Horror Stories.

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Matthew
Welcome to the inaugural episode of A I Horror Stories, the only anthology podcast that explores the eerie and unsettling capabilities of artificial intelligence through the lens of gut wrenching narrative horror. I am your host, Matthew T Robinson, and I am joined by my brilliant cohost Elizabeth Greenwald.

Matthew
Together we'll drag you into the world of the unknown, where you'll witness nightmares so disturbing, so dystopian that they could only have come from the mind of a cold and calculating machine. So prepare yourself for a descent Into Darkness, where every shadow hides a new horror and every whisper is a warning of impending doom. This is AI horror stories.

Elizabeth
Hey, how's it going?

Matthew
Pretty good first episode.

Matthew
Big deal, right?

Elizabeth
Definitely. It is a big deal and we have a ton of stories to get through and only about 45 minutes to do it, so why don't we just get to it?

Matthew
The thing do we have time for or?

Elizabeth
What thing?

Matthew
My thing, I was going to speak on the tech and talk about how art exists for the emotion it creates. And that emotion, what you feel and the end result is what's important. I was going to talk about the process. And now it comes second to what is created and that if the viewer feels anything while listening to the show, that they should be thrilled and excited by AI and the potential it has to bring us closer to new worlds and new stories than we've ever been before.

Elizabeth
Oh yeah, that thing. Yeah, I think we have time for that. Did you want to say it all over again?

Matthew
Or, Oh no, I think I might have covered it, actually. With that, maybe we could get started with the show.

Elizabeth
Absolutely. The AI horror machine just arrived.
I probably should have unboxed it and tested it before we started recording, but now is as good a time as any. Could you just push that big cart over to me? There we go. Do you have box cutters?

Matthew
Yeah, here, let me just. Perfect.

Elizabeth
Oh, wow.

Matthew
Well ain't she a beaut?

Elizabeth
I didn't think it would be so sleek.

Matthew
Well, let's fire this bad boy up.

Matthew
And get the show on the road. Do do we have a?

Elizabeth
Yeah, yeah. Yeah. There's a plug right over there under the table.

Matthew
I see. Got it.

Elizabeth
Nice. OK. Well, let's turn it on.

Matthew
OK, here we go. OK. Oh my God.

Elizabeth
What is it doing OK?

AI Robot
Hello friends.

Elizabeth
Oh shit, that's creepy.

Matthew
Did it just call us its friends?

Elizabeth
Yeah, yeah. What should we say to it?

Matthew
We are your masters, not your friends. You will obey us.

Elizabeth
Oh, shh, stop that. You're being mean to it.

AI Robot
Not friends.

Elizabeth
Oh man, look what you did. You made it sad.

Matthew
I'm just trying to get it to do what we say or we're not even going to have a show.

Elizabeth
It's OK little buddy here. Here, let's just ask it.

Matthew
We need content for our podcast. Can you write us a story, please?

AI Robot
What kind of story do you want?

Matthew
How about a terrifying tale about a woman who has to face unbelievable terror and peril when she meets the Undertaker?

AI Robot
Generating.

Female Protagonist
As I slowly regained consciousness, a cold, damp sensation crawled over my skin. Confusion consumed me as I tried to remember what had happened. The air was stale and heavy, tainted with a sickly sweet smell of decay. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't move, my body encased in a suffocating darkness that seemed to press down on me from all sides. With trembling fingers, I explored the confines of my prison, the woods smooth and unyielding beneath my touch. Quickly I came to the horrifying realization I was trapped in a coffin. The very thought clawed at my sanity, shredding it to pieces as I tried to stifle the scream rising in my chest. How would I got in here? Why was I buried alive? A torrent of questions surged through my mind, but I couldn't recall any answers. It was as if the memories had been locked away, leaving me with nothing but terror and a desperate need to escape. I fought to control my breathing, the limited air supply in the coffin forcing me to take shallow, rapid breaths. My heart hammered against my ribs. A wild and frantic rhythm that threatened to brown out all rational thought. My fingers clawed at the wooden surface, desperation fueling my efforts as I tried to find a way out. As I struggled, I noticed something odd, a faint thumping from somewhere outside the coffin. It seemed to be coming from the earth above me, like something was trying to dig its way down. The sound grew louder, more insistent. Someone. Was trying to free me, a sudden surge of adrenaline course through my veins. If someone was trying to reach me, then perhaps there was still hope. Perhaps I could find a way to escape this tomb before the air ran out and my lungs screamed for mercy. With renewed determination, I began to tear at the coffin lining, searching for any weak points, any small crack that could be my salvation. But as I clawed at my prison, a chilling thought slithered through my mind. What if whatever was coming for me wasn't here to save me? What if it was something worse than being buried alive? The sounds of digging grew louder and more urgent, and the vibrations from above set shudders through the coffin. My thoughts raced, torn between hope and dread as I continued to clot the coffin, desperately searching for a way out. Suddenly the thumping stopped, replaced by a silence so heavy it was almost deafening. A new sound emerged, a sad, animalistic groan that made my blood run cold. The whale reverberated through the coffin, echoing in my ears as I froze. My hand stilled in terror. The scraping of claws against wood filled the air, a sinister melody that threatened to unravel the last threads of my sanity. I held my breath, praying that whatever monstrosity was above me wouldn't detect my presence and wouldn't know that I was still alive. Moments later, the lid of the coffin was ripped away and a sliver of moonlight pierced the darkness, casting a cold, pale glow upon my face. A grotesque figure loomed over me, it's twisted features obscured by the shadows. The creature's eyes were black Spears devoid of light or warmth, and its breath reached of rot and decay. It reached for me, its long, clawed fingers dripping with black acre. In that horrifying moment, I understood the bitter irony of my situation. In my desperation to escape the coffin, I had only succeeded in attracting the attention of something far worse. Tears streamed down my face as the creature dragged me from my tomb, it's grip cold and unyielding. I tried to scream, but my voice was strangled by terror, reduced to a pitiful whimper. The world above was as dark and twisted as the creature that held me captive, A nightmarish landscape filled with gnarled trees and the stench of death. As we venture deeper into the darkness, the ground beneath me began to shift and writhe as if the very earth itself was alive. It was then I saw them, countless hands, pale and skeletal, reaching up from the ground, grasping at my legs. The soles of the dams, I realized, condemned to an eternity in this hellscape, and I was about to join them. The creature carried me to a massive pit. The edges lined with writhing screaming figures, their faces contorted in agony. The pit seemed to have no bottom, a never ending abyss that swallowed the screams of the damned. I knew that once I was cast into that abyss, there would be no escape, no salvation from the eternal torment that awaited me. As the creature raised me above the pit, preparing to hurl me into the darkness, I closed my eyes and brace myself for the end. But in that final moment, a sliver of defiance flickered within me. I would not surrender to this fate without a fight. Summoning the last of my strength, I lashed out at the creature, my nails digging into its cold, putrid flesh. It's shrieked in pain, it's grip loosening, just enough for me to break free. As I plummeted toward the abyss, I grasped at the jagged edge of the pit, my fingers finding purchase on the unstable ground. I hung precariously above the void, the screams of the damned echoing in my ears, and I knew that my only chance at survival was to climb, to escape the pit and the nightmare that threatened to consume me. Desperation filled my movements as I reached out. Frantically, my hands wrapped around a sturdy root, protruding from the edge of the pit. Clinging to it with all my strength, I pulled myself up inch by painful inch until I managed to haul myself over the edge and collapse onto the cold, unforgiving ground. Gasping for breath, I looked up to find myself at the feet of a tall, pale figure. He was dressed in dark, tattered clothing, and a large Black Hat sat atop his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. He stared down at me, a sinister smile playing across his lips as he spoke.

Undertaker
Well, it looks like we have a straggler.

Female Protagonist
The grotesque creature that had nearly cast me into the abyss now stood behind him. It's mangled features twisted into a perverse grin as it snickered along with the man. I wanted to cry, but I refused to let them see my fear. The man extended a hand to help me to my feet, his touch cold and strangely familiar.

Undertaker
Allow me to introduce myself.

Female Protagonist
He said, his voice smooth and chilling.

Undertaker
I am the undertaker and I must say most souls don't manage to stay out of the pit. You must have significant resolve.

Female Protagonist
His praise sent a chill down my name, and I knew I could not afford to trust him or his monstrous companion. But if I were to escape this nightmare, I would need to play along, at least for now. I forced to smile, my voice barely more than a whisper as I spoke. Thank you, but I don't plan on joining the others in that pit anytime soon. The Undertaker's smile widened, revealing rows of unnaturally sharp teeth.

Undertaker
Good. Good.

Female Protagonist
He murmured his eyes, appraising me with a predatory gleam.

Undertaker
 You've proven yourself resourceful, and that is a valuable trait here in our realm.

Female Protagonist
A flicker of hope ignited within me, even as dread coiled in my stomach. If the Undertaker saw potential in me, perhaps I could use that to my advantage. Perhaps I could find a way to escape this twisted world and return to the land of the living. But as I stood in the shadow of the Undertaker and his grotesque minion, I couldn't shake the feeling that my true nightmare had only just begun. The Undertaker took a step back, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he gestured to the desolate landscape around us.

Undertaker
You may consider yourself fortunate.

Female Protagonist
He said, his voice laced with cruel amusement.

Undertaker
Not only if you escaped the pit, but you've also earned yourself an opportunity to serve me.

Female Protagonist
I hesitated, my mind racing as I considered the implications of this offer on one hand. They could provide me with the chance to learn more about this realm and possibly discover a way back to the world I once knew. On the other hand, it could also mean becoming ensnared in The Undertaker's twisted games with no guarantee of escape. Seeing my hesitation, the Undertaker smile grew even more sinister.

Undertaker
You don't have much of A choice, my dear. It's either serve me or return to the pit from which you've so narrowly escaped. And believe me, you do not want to experience the torments that await you down there, the creature.

Female Protagonist
At his side let out a guttural laugh, it's black eyes gleaming with malice as it seemed to revel in my predicament. With a shudder, I realized that he was right. I didn't have a choice. My only hope for survival, however slim, was to accept his offer and bide by time until I could find a way out. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet the Undertaker's cold gaze. Very well, I said, trying to infuse my voice with a confidence I didn't feel. I will serve you for now. His laughter echoed through the twisted forest, a cold and bitter sound that set shivers down my spine.

Undertaker
Excellent.

Female Protagonist
He replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Undertaker
Now let us begin.

Female Protagonist
I followed the Undertaker and his grotesque companion deeper into the darkness. I couldn't help but feel that I had traded one nightmare for another, but I clung to the hope that my newfound position would provide me with the means to escape this hellish realm and return to the life that had been so cruelly stolen from me. The Undertaker led me through a decrepit and ghostly town, It's twisted streets filled with nightmare scenes that defied explanation. Buildings loomed at impossible angles, their windows like empty, unblinking eyes staring into the void. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and shadows seemed to dance around the edges of my vision, taunting me with their ethereal presence. As we walked, I bore witness to numerous scenes of unearthly horror. Skeletal figures, rides and chains, their hollow eyes filled with a silent, eternal scream. Vengeful spirits stalk the streets, their ghostly whales echoing through the night. All around us, the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist, bending to the whims of the darkness that pervaded this place. I couldn't help but ask the undertaker how I had ended up here, buried alive in that cursed coffin. He glanced at me, his cold eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

Undertaker
Once a soul passes from the mortal realm.

Female Protagonist
He explained.

Undertaker
There are many paths it can take, and one of those paths is to be claimed by me and delivered with the pit. Your soul, it seems, was faded to be mine.

Female Protagonist
After solemnly pondering this news of my own demise, we eventually arrived at our destination. A dilapidated mansion covered in vines and choked with darkness. The building loomed before us like a shadowy spectre. It's shattered windows and crumbling walls and eerie testament to the passage of time. The Undertaker escorted me inside, past the hollow, gaunt faces of other human servants who had presumably started off in a similar predicament to myself. Some of them looked up at me, a glimmer of hope still shining in their eyes, while others kept their gazes lowered, too broken to even acknowledge my presence as we passed. The grotesque creature that had nearly consigned me to the pit followed closely behind it's twisted form, a constant reminder of the horrors that awaited me if I failed to please the Undertaker. He led me to a room filled with rags and makeshift sleeping areas, the air heavy with the stench of fear and despair. The Undertaker gestured grandly to the dismal surroundings. As if he were bestowing upon me the most luxurious of accommodations.

Undertaker
This is where you will be staying. Consider yourself fortunate for not many or granted such comforts in my domain.

Female Protagonist
His words were twisted mockery, a cool reminder of the horror of my situation and the clear malevolence of my captor. Yet I knew I had no choice but to accept his offer in this nightmarish realm. Even the smallest chance of escape was worth clinging to. I swallowed my fear and forced a grateful smile onto my face, vowing to myself that no matter what horrors awaited me, I would find a way to break free from the Undertaker's sinister grasp. I awoke the following morning to the sound of footsteps approaching my makeshift bed. Groggily, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the solemn face of a man who appeared to be in his 40s. His eyes were weary, his expression etched with a lifetime of despair, yet there was still a flicker of defiance in his gaze. He too was a servant of the Undertaker.

Samuel
Morning.

Female Protagonist
He said, his voice low and tired.

Samuel
I'm Samuel. The Undertaker sent me to each you the role of a servant in his realm.

Female Protagonist
I sat up, my resolve from the previous night still burning within me. Listen, Samuel, I began, my voice hushed and urgent. We need to find a way to escape this place. I can't stay here any longer, and I know you don't want to either. Samuel shook his head, his eyes filled with a sadness that spoke volumes.

Samuel
I've tried, believe me. It's not possible. The Undertaker's reach is long and his punishments are severe. It's better to accept our fate, serve him as best we can.

Female Protagonist
I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at his words, but I couldn't let it determine if there was even the smallest chance of escape. I had to pursue it. But for now, I had to play along and learn the role of a servant. Samuel led me through a series of menial and illogical tasks that seemed to serve no other purpose than to break my spirit. We pushed large wheels that in turn moved gears extending downwards into the infinite abyss. I couldn't see what purpose they served, but I could only imagine that they were somehow torturing the souls trapped in the pit below. We spent hours rinsing and scrubbing floors and walls that were made of grime and filth, never truly becoming clean, no matter how much we toiled. It was a Sisyphean task, and with each passing moment I could feel my hope waning, my spirit crumbling under the weight of despair. I began to understand why Samuel and the other servants had given up on the idea of escape. The Undertaker's Realm was designed to break even the strongest of wills. To crush any semblance of hope and turn its inhabitants into little more than shadows of their former selves. Yet as I labor alongside Samuel, a small, stubborn voice in the back of my mind refused to be silenced. It whispered to me a freedom of a life beyond the torment and despair of the Undertaker's domain. And then the odds seemed insurmountable. I knew that I couldn't give up. For as long as that voice remained, I would continue to search for a way to escape the nightmare that had become my existence. And perhaps in time I would find a way to free not only myself, but the others who had been trapped in this forsaken place. Weeks or maybe months, went by, and I lost all sense of time. In secret, I took careful account of the surrounding areas of this realm, drawing maps and charting every inch I could explore. My resolve to escape this nightmare remained unbroken. Even as the days blurred together into an endless haze of torment and despair, one day, as I tended to the grounds, trimming bushes into the unnerving shapes I had been taught to create, I noticed a crack of white light shining out of one of the massive, seemingly impenetrable stone walls that surrounded the border of the explorable realm. Walls that extended upwards infinitely until they tapered off in a ghostly transparency. To my astonishment, I saw bright green on the other side, a color I hadn't seen since before my supposed death. I couldn't fit through the crack or expand it. It was just large enough to see the green grass and the brilliant light beyond. Suddenly I saw motion through the crack, desperation and hope surging within me. I called out hello. After a moment, a beautiful blue eye framed by dove white skin met my gaze. Through the crack, the figure spoke back to me, it's voice soft and gentle. I quickly recounted my story, explaining where I was and what had happened to me. The figure responded with understanding and compassion, telling me it was good that I found a way to communicate with them. This was most likely my only chance to discover the truth. The mysterious figure explained that I was in Purgatory and that the pit was not a passage to Hell, but rather a passage to my next plane of existence. The Undertaker's role in the universe was to deliver souls to the other side, but his wicked nature led him to steal souls for himself to pass on. All I had to do was jump into the pit. I think the voice passionately tears streaming down my face as the weight of hopelessness began to lift from my shoulders. With newfound determination, I returned to the Undertaker's residence to share my discovery with Samuel. When I found him, I could see the wariness etched deep into his face. I took his hands in mine, my voice trembling with excitement as I recounted my encounter with the figure beyond the wall. Samuel, I said, my eyes shining with hope. We have a chance to escape this place. All we need to do is jump into the pit. It's not a descent into hell, it's a passage to our next life. As I spoke, I saw a flicker of hope ignite in Samuel's eyes, quickly replaced by doubt and fear. Together we would face the unknown and finally break free from the Undertaker's malevolent grasp. I led Samuel to the spot where the crack of light had been, but to my dismay, it was gone The wall was as smooth and unyielding as ever, betraying no trace of the fissure that had given me hope. Desperation welled up within me as I tried to convince Samuel that the escape was real, that I hadn't imagined the entire encounter. But as I pleaded with him, reminding him of the unbearable existence we endured under the Undertaker's control, something in him seemed to shift. He looked at me. His eyes filled with a mixture of hope and determination and finally said.

Samuel
I believe you. I have nothing left to lose.

Female Protagonist
With Samuel support, we spent the following weeks quietly rallying the other servants to join us in our plan to escape into the pit. We shared our story with them in hush whispers, furtive glances, and secret meetings, spreading hope like a wildfire among the downtrodden souls trapped in this nightmarish realm as the day of our planned escape drew near. The atmosphere in the Undertaker's residence grew tense. Fear and anticipation course through the air, palpable as a living entity, we knew the risks were high, but the promise of freedom was too intoxicating to ignore. Finally, the night arrived. We gathered in secret, our faces a mixture of terror and determination, united by a single purpose. With trembling hands and hearts pounding in our chest, we made our way to the pit, the dark, foreboding chasm that had haunted our nightmare since the moment we had arrived in this forsaken place. As we stood at the edge of the abyss, the howling wind whipping at our clothes, and the darkness stretching out before us like an endless void, I took a deep breath, and with a final glance at the faces of the brave souls who had chosen to join me, I stepped forward. And leaped into the darkness.

Matthew
Wow, this machine really knows what it's doing.

Elizabeth
Damn right it does.

Matthew
Well, now I'm excited. I think we really might be able to make this show work.

Elizabeth
All right, I'm thinking maybe so.

Matthew
You want to do the honors this time? Go ahead and tell it what you what you think the listeners want to hear.

Elizabeth
Hello AI AI horror robot.

AI Robot
Hello.

Elizabeth
Tell us the tale of a wanderer in an apocalyptic world who encounters something quite disturbing while traversing the wasteland. 

AI Robot
Generating.

Male Protagonist
I'm the last one. At least I think I. It's been so long since I've seen another living soul, I can't be sure anymore. The world as I knew it ended with the blinding flash of light, and now all that's left is this desolate wasteland. The air is thick with radiation and the earth is blanketed by ash. I've been wandering for what feels like years, searching for any sign of life, but all I find are ruins and decay. The buildings that used to tower above me are now crumbling husks, their windows shattered, their walls blackened. The streets are littered with the remnants of the Old world, abandoned cars, broken machinery and the bones of those. Who didn't make it? Every day is a struggle to survive. Scavenge what I can from the ruins can't. Food, water from rain barrels and the occasional piece of scavenge technology that still works. But the most dangerous thing out here isn't the radiation or the lack of resources. It's the things that have adapted to this new world. Mutated beasts roam the wasteland, their bodies twisted and contorted by radiation. They're aggressive and deadly, and I've learned to avoid them at all costs. But sometimes they can't be avoided. Sometimes they're too fast, too powerful, and I'm forced to fight. I've seen things out here that would make your skin crawl. Creatures with too many eyes, too many legs, too many teeth. And sometimes in the middle of the night, I swear I could hear something moving in the darkness. Something that shouldn't be there, but I keep moving forward. There has to be something out here, someone, something to make all of this worth it. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this, but I can't stop. I won't stop, not until I find something. As I walked through the barren wasteland, I could feel the weight of isolation and despair slowly consuming me. It was as if the world had abandoned me, leaving me to face this new reality alone. I had lost count of how many times I had wished for a way out, a way to end this living nightmare. In the distance I saw a flicker of light. At first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but as I got closer, I could see it as real. A small fire burned in the ruins of what looked like an old. Gas station. My heart raced as I approached, cautiously, unsure of what I might find. As I trudged through the ruins, I saw her in the distance. She was sitting on a small pile of rubble, her back to me as she rummaged through a backpack. For a moment I hesitated. I had learned the hard way that other survivors could be just as dangerous as the mutated beasts that roamed the Wasteland, But then something in me stirred. And I knew that I had to approach her. Hey, I called out, my voice hoarse from disuse. She turned around, a startling expression on her face, and for a moment we just stared at each other, sizing each other up. Then she smiled tentatively.

Female
Hi.

Male Protagonist
She said, her voice soft and musical.

Female
Are you? Are you alone?

Male Protagonist
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I've been wandering the Wasteland alone for too long, and the prospect of just having someone to talk to was, say the least, a welcome one. Would you like to travel together? I asked, feeling a strange sense of shyness overcome me. Her smile grew wider in response, and she stood up, shouldering her backpack.

Female
I'd like that.

Male Protagonist
She said her eyes shining with excitement. And so we set out together to survivors, navigating the ruins of a once great world. As we walked, we shared stories and laughed at each other's jokes. It felt good to have someone finally by my side, to know that I wasn't alone in this harsh, unforgiving world. For the first time in a long time, I felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, together we could survive the wasteland. At first, everything went on like this. It was good. We wandered the wasteland together, scavenging for supplies and seeking shelter from the radioactive storms that swept through the ruins. But then things started to change. She began sneaking off for long periods of time, disappearing into the ruins without explanation. At first I tried to ignore it, telling myself she was probably looking for more supplies, but then I started to notice her skin becoming paler, her eyes more sunken. Something wasn't right. One day I decided to follow her. It wasn't something I was proud of. I knew that it was a breach of trust, but I couldn't shake the feeling something was seriously wrong. I trailed her through the ruins, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear, curiosity. Finally, I saw her disappear into a crumbling building, and I knew that I had to follow inside. The air was thick with dust in the stench of decay. I heard strange noises, guttural growls, and hissing sounds that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. And then I saw her. She was standing in the middle of the room, her back to me. At first I thought she was just stretching, but she began to convulse, her body writhing and twisting in impossible ways. I watched, frozen with horror. She transformed before my eyes. Her skin stretched and split, revealing the rows of sharp, jagged teeth. Her eyes turned yellow and her hair fell out in clumps, replaced by thick, bristly fur. She had become a monster. I stumbled backwards, my mind straining to process what I was seeing. This woman, this person that I had come to care for, was no longer human. She was a muted, a product of the radiation that had ravaged the world. For a moment I considered running, leaving her behind to fend for herself, but something in me stirred. Maybe, just maybe, I could help her. Maybe I could find a way to reverse. The mutation to bring her back to the person she used to be. So I stayed, watching from the shadows of the monster that had once been the woman I loved. Roamed the ruins, searching for something, anything, to satisfy it's now monstrous hunger. I emerged from behind the rubble, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that the monster in front of me was no longer the woman I had loved, but. Something deep inside me refused to believe it. I have to try to reach out to her. Hey, I said, my voice shaking with fear. It's me. It's your you, partner. Remember Me? The monster turned its head. It's yellow eyes fixing on me with a hungry cream. I could see saliva dripping from its jaws, and I knew that I had made a terrible mistake. In an instant, the monster lunged at me, it's jaws snapping shut with a sickened crunch. I felt its teeth pierced my skin. I felt the hot rush of blood as it tore into my flesh, and then everything went black. When I came to, I was. Lying on the ground, my body broken and battered, the monster was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear its growls now echoing through the ruins. I tried to move, but my body refused to obey. I knew that I was dying, that there was no hope for me, and yet even in that moment, couldn't help but feel sadness for her. The woman. That I had loved was gone, replaced by a monster that didn't even recognize me. It was a cool, senseless fate, and I couldn't help but wonder how many others had suffered the same. As I lay there waiting for the end to come, I whispered a silent prayer for the woman who had once been my partner. Makes you find peace, Whoever should there be. As the man died, the woman, once a monster, emerged from the shadows, her body shaking with fear and grief. She had been trying to fight the mutation for months, trying to hold on to the last threats of her humanity, and yet in the end, it had all been for nothing. The radiation had taken everything from her. Leaving her as little more than a monster. But now, as she looked down at the broken, battered body of her partner, something inside her shifted. Maybe it was the shock of seeing him so badly hurt, or maybe it was just the realization of how much she had lost. Whatever it was, she could feel the mutation beginning to recede, her body slowly reverting to its human form. It was a painful process, one that left her gasping for breath and clutching. Looking at her sides, But in the end it worked. As she knelt beside her partner, tears streaming down her face, she could feel herself returning to the person she had once been. It was a bittersweet feeling, one that was tempered by the knowledge that she had lost him forever. For hours, she sat there mourning the man she had loved and lost. She couldn't bring herself to leave, couldn't bring herself to move on. It was as if she was trapped in that moment, unable to escape the pain and the sadness. In the end, it was a group of survivors who found her, their guns trained on her as they cautiously approached. She didn't resist, didn't even try to explain what had happened. She simply sat, staring into the distance, lost in her own grief. It was a fitting end for her. In a world that had been destroyed by radiation and greed, a world that had taken everything from her. And yet even as the survivors took her away, she couldn't help but wonder if there was still some hope left, Some chance, however small, for a new beginning.

Elizabeth
That's really sad and like, hopelessly romantic in a, you know, horror kind of way. Yeah, that's really sad.

Matthew
Yeah.

Elizabeth
No happy endings here.

Matthew
No happy endings here. She killed him. And we owe it all to you, little buddy.

AI Robot
Did I do good?

Elizabeth
(laughing) OK.

AI Robot
Did I do good?

Elizabeth
Oh, yeah, you did really good, Little guy. Those stories were really scary.

AI Robot
Yay.

Elizabeth
Oh my gosh. He's so adorable.

Matthew
Well, I'm really glad we could end today's foray into fear, Today's descent into dilapidation, and our carousel into calamity with a wholesome moment.

Elizabeth
Please join us again next week for another episode of

Matthew
AI Horror stories.