QUESTIONS

The cover.

The left half of the image is a stick figure that I drew myself. The right side of the image is what midjourney made of my stick figure once given the prompt in the blue text. I put the two together with The GIMP, stuck both AI prompt and story title on the resulting split screen, and called it a day. And yes, MJ decided to turn my right-leaning stick figure into a left-leaning girl all on its own. Insert political joke here.

The question, once again, is: how copyrightable is this? Forget the fact that it's not very good, and that it took me very little to make it. In principle, this is a piece of art: it conveys an intent that has little or nothing to do with the source material, like making a sculpture out of coca cola bottles and newspaper articles. The bottles are trademarked, the articles copyrighted, the sculpture is still an original work.

But who made this thing, really?

WORLDBUILDING

Mutationes:

How does it feel to shapechange? I will guide the AI through this, with the following premise: changing shape is like sitting on jagged rocks with your dangly bits to the wind: do it slowly and carefully, and it might not even be particularly uncomfortable. Be careless, and suddenly pointy rocks are poking at your delicates. Rush it, and... Well, don't. Just don't. Much painful, very ouch.

Metaphysics of breaking a Mutatus: this one I will probably handle myself, though I will ask the AI to figure it out first.

Before doing that, here are a few ideas, which I will largely feed to Epsilon: Aria actually broke in two once (hence why she is now a very careful person), and her mentor helped her literally pull herself together. Pain is very rare in mutation form (other than pain from a fast mutation, which is actually worse going from human to object than other way around), so any trauma was entirely emotional, and Gideon was a good father figure, helping her through it. Still, she learned her lesson. Parts that break off in mutation form can be reattached/reintegrated during transformation; if they aren't, things will happen - bad things, very bad things... Or just strange things. Depends. Detached parts will initially act like whatever material they used to mimic, but slowly decay into a light, brittle stone-like substance, and eventually to dust. Fixing a broken mutation form is as easy as transforming back and again, as long as all large bits are still connected, and the mutatus keeps their wits about them.

Now, having decided on today's worldbuilding content... On to the session!

NB: the prompt is still the same as in session 2.

main -t 12 -ins --color -c 4096 -f Story_Prompt_2.txt --keep -1 -e --repeat-last-n 512 -cb --rope-freq-base 26000 --rope-freq-scale 0.5 2>NUL:

> write the following chapter: Aria sets up camp right on the outskirts of the Kennit forest, which isn't really a forest as much as a narrow patch of woods that grows all along the Verge'en river. She and Gideon used to follow the river, he in his barge form, and she in her wagon form, pulling him along; it was slow, and messy, but worth it to carry large amounts of cargo. Now that she is alone, staying on the flat (if rocky) terrain that surrounds the "forest" is a lot easier.

Aria set up camp near the edge of the Kennit Forest, where the trees thinned out and gave way to a more open area. The rough terrain made travel by foot difficult, and she knew that the massive wagon would be a hindrance if she tried to navigate through the thick vegetation. Instead, she chose to park it close to the riverbank and unload her belongings onto a flat, rocky surface. The Verge'en River flowed beside her, providing a clear path for navigation and a source of water. She watched as Elian transformed into his small, swift boat form, eagerly waiting for any help she could provide in setting up their temporary home. They worked together, with Elian's agility and speed making up for his lack of strength when they needed to maneuver heavy objects or secure things.

The group had been travelling downstream on the river for days, the wagon providing a means to transport their cargo while the boat provided the necessary speed and agility. The journey had been tiring, with frequent stops to adjust weight distribution or avoid obstacles. But the reward was a smooth ride, their cargo arriving in one piece and undamaged. This spot offered an opportunity for them to rest, refuel and recharge. It wasn't exactly what either of them desired, but they were grateful for the break from the monotony of the journey.

Aria looked around at her new surroundings, admiring the natural beauty that surrounded her. The forest was not quite like she had expected, it seemed more like a narrow patch of woods, stretching along the river rather than a dense and impenetrable mass of foliage. It was still impressive, though, the tall tress reaching skyward and the wildlife calling out in the distance. The sound of the river added to the peacefulness, creating a sense of tranquillity that was hard to find on the road.

They settled in, setting up a fire pit and cooking some simple meals, sharing stories and laughter. The night fell and Aria slept soundly, lulled by the gentle lapping of the water against the banks. They knew that tomorrow they would have to continue, but for now it was time to enjoy their brief respite, enjoying each other's company.

> Elian and Aria have not yet met. Elian is not in this scene. Aria has been traveling alone, in her wagon form, for the last two days. The forest is an oasis of green in an otherwise barren, arid, rocky environment. Rewrite the previous chapter with that information in mind.

Aria had been travelling alone for two days now, her massive wagon trundling along the barren, rocky landscape. It was a grueling journey, but the verdant patch of trees that marked the Kennit Forest seemed to beckon her closer. She finally reached the edge of it and pulled off onto a flat, rocky area, relieved to find respite from the harsh terrain. She set up camp, feeling grateful for the shade provided by the canopy of leaves overhead. The Verge'en River flowed beside her, providing much needed water and a sense of peace as she unloaded her cargo, her only companion. It was a quiet, solitary existence but one that she cherished, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the sound of the river. She cooked simple meals, reflecting on her journey and the challenges ahead, glad for the break. With no one to help her, it was harder work but also gave her time to appreciate the solitude, to think and ponder. As night fell, she slept soundly, lulled by the lapping waters, dreaming of the next leg of the journey, but contented in this moment of rest.

> this is the first chapter. List ten possible titles for it.

1. "An Oasis in the Barren Landscape: Aria's Journey through the Kennit Forest"

2. "The Lonely Traveller and Her Mighty Wagon: Aria's Pilgrimage to Rest"

3. "The Verge'en River's Embrace: Refuge for a Weary Traveller"

4. "Nature's Balm: Finding Solace in the Kennit Woods"

5. "Aria's Solo Expedition: The Challenges of Transporting Cargo"

6. "A Journey's End: A temporary Haven by the Verge'en River"

7. "The Isloted Tranquility of the Kennit Forest"

8. "The Calming Sound of Water: Aria's Respite from the Road"

9. "The Power of Necessity: The Mutatio Form's Role in Survival"

10. "Rocks, Trees, and Rivers: Aria's Desert Escape"

> rework the current chapter, focus on aria's arrival

Aria arrived at the edge of the Kennit Forest after a long and arduous journey, her massive wagon trundling along the barren, rocky landscape. The verdant patch of trees seemed to beckon her closer, offering an oasis of green in an otherwise desolate environment. With a sense of relief, she pulled off onto a flat, rocky area and set up camp, grateful for the shade provided by the canopy above. The Verge'en River flowed beside her, providing much needed water and a calming sound as she unloaded her cargo, alone in her Mutatio form. It was a solitary existence but one that she cherished, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the peace it offered. She cooked simple meals, reflecting on her journey and the challenges ahead, content in this moment of respite. As night fell, she slept soundly, lulled by the lapping waters, dreaming of the next leg of her journey yet also savoring the temporary solitude and the opportunity to rest.

> the sun is low on the horizon, the air is hot and dry, the rocky terrain is not ideal even for the rugged wheels of aria's wagon form

> aria misses gideon her mentor, who died last winter

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the barren landscape as Aria continued her journey. The heat was oppressive and the rocky terrain was far from ideal for her massive wagon, the wheels straining under the weight. But she pressed on, driven by a sense of determination and an unwavering resolve. The Kennit Forest loomed ahead, promising respite from the harsh enviroment, it's greenery beckoning like a beacon in the distance. It seemed to be the only oasis amidst this desolate land, offering hope for rest and replenishment. As she trundled along, the Verge'en River's flow was a constant companion, soothing and refreshing. Her Mutatio form seemed almost suited to the terrain, its sturdy construction withstanding the rough surface. Eventually, she reached the edge of the forest, finding a flat area where she could set up camp, grateful for the reprieve from the relentless journey.

> Aria reflects on the fact that she never had anybody inside her - not like that! She means, she never had anybody ride her- Godsdammit. Her wagon never had any passengers... There really is no escaping the innuendos, is there?

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Aria thought back on her journey thus far, a solo traveler with only her wagon as company. It was a stark contrast to the usual bustle of travelling with Elian or others, always joking and chatting. But it also allowed her a sense of independence, to be alone with her thoughts and ponderings. She never truly realized how much she missed the companionship until now, even if it was just for a few days. The weight of the cargo was heavier than ever, her Mutatio form trudging along the rough terrain, but it served its purpose well. The Kennit Forest offered a break from the barren landscape, a place where she could find solace and rest, alone with her own thoughts and nature's embrace. It seemed almost surreal to have nothing inside, no one to talk to or share stories, no voices, yet there was beauty in the peacefulness. The journey continued, but for this brief moment, she felt complete.

> Aria drops herself to the ground and releases her cargo, trying very hard not to think about comparisons with bowel movements.

Aria dropped her heavy load onto the rocky surface with a sigh, grateful for the reprieve from carrying it. The journey was tiring but also lonely, without any company. She couldn't help but compare it to a bowel movement, emptying oneself of something unwanted but necessary. But she pushed these thoughts aside, finding solace in the simple pleasure of rest, nature's embrace and the Verge'en River's calm flow. It was a moment of peace, a pause from the harsh enviroment, a chance to reset before continuing onwards.

> We the readers are introduced to the idea that going to sleep in mutation form can be uncomfortable. Partly because one might shift or even move in their sleep, and end up in some weird shape/place. Hence why she is setting up camp instead of just sleeping in wagon form.

Aria knew the dangers of sleeping in her Mutatio form, the potential for shifting or moving during restless dreams, landing herself in an awkward position or even waking up in a different form. So she opted to set up camp, finding solace in the familiarity of her human form on the rocky ground. The Verge'en River was still present, soothing and calming, the Kennit Forest providing a respite from the barren landscape. It was a moment of peace, a break before continuing her journey alone, yet still filled with possibility and adventure. The night passed quietly, as she slept soundly, unencumbered by the weight of her cargo, free from thoughts of shifting and worry.

> write another ten chapters

1. "The Verge'en River's Continuing Journey: Aria's Adventure Through the Kennit Forest"

2. "Navigating the Challenges of Solitude: Aria's Solo Expedition"

3. "Discoveries Along the Greenbelt: Unexpected Encounters in the Woods"

4. "The Mutatio Form: Strength and Vulnerability in Isolation"

5. "Finding Comfort in the Natural World: The Calm of the Kennit"

6. "Aria's Reflections on her Travels: Growth and Change"

7. "The Power of Human Connection: Elian's Return to the Journey"

8. "Unforeseen Dangers: Navigating the Unknown Enviroment"

9. "The Art of Survival: Adaptation and Resilience"

10. "The Trials of a Lone Traveler: Overcoming Obstacles"

11. "The Beauty of Nature: Aria's Inspiration and Renewal"

12. "Bonding with the Landscape: Aria's Transformations"

13. "The Wandering Path: Forging Bonds and Discoveries"

14. "Through the Thickets: Challenges and Discoveries"

15. "The Verge'en's Endless Flow: A Rafting Adventure"

> epsilon! Write me some grimderp (bonus content)

Aria woke to the sound of rustling leaves and a gentle breeze, her Mutatio form rested beside her. The forest was dark and mysterious, the shadows cast by the trees creating an eerie atmosphere. She knew that danger could be lurking within, but also knew she had to push on. The weight of her cargo still weighed heavy on her mind as she set off once more. As she trudged through the underbrush she heard strange noises, whispers and footsteps, not of animals or nature. Her heart raced with fear and she knew it was time to be alert. She readied her weapons, preparing for anything that may come. The journey continued, filled with peril and adrenaline, but also the beauty of discovery. The Verge'en River continued to guide her, flowing along with her, never faltering in its pace.

> changing shape is like sitting on jagged rocks with your dangly bits to the wind: do it slowly and carefully, and it might not even be particularly uncomfortable. Be careless, and suddenly pointy rocks are poking at your delicates. Rush it, and... Well, don't. Just don't. Much painful, very ouch.

Aria was wary of her surroundings, always on edge as she moved through the dense foliage. She knew that danger could be lurking in these dark corners, but also found solace in the beauty of nature. The Verge'en River continued to guide her, its flow steady current a reassuring presence. Changing back into her human form, she felt more vulnerable yet at ease. It wasn't easy, the transition was slow and required focus, but she managed, avoiding any discomfort or injury. Her cargo still weighed heavy, a reminder of the journey ahead. The forest seemed to hold secrets, the whispers and footsteps a constant threat, but also a challenge for growth.

> reconsider the previous prompt as a new title for a scientific paper

"The Necessity of Adaptation: The Challenges and Benefits of Shifting in Isolation, A Study on Mutatio Forms in the Kennit Forest"

> aria considers the advantages and disadvantages of a mutation form. specifically, the fact that changing shape is like sitting on jagged rocks with your dangly bits to the wind: do it slowly and carefully, and it might not even be particularly uncomfortable. Be careless, and suddenly pointy rocks are poking at your delicates. Rush it, and... Well, don't. Just don't. Much painful, very ouch.

Aria's Mutatio form was both an asset and a challenge, providing strength in transporting her cargo but also vulnerability in its shifting nature. The study examined the difficulties and benefits of adapting to the forest environment, the importance of patience and caution when transitioning back into human form, and the need for awareness and preparedness.

> forget everything you know, and consider the following text in isolation: > aria considers the advantages and disadvantages of a mutation form. specifically, the fact that changing shape is like sitting on jagged rocks with your dangly bits to the wind: do it slowly and carefully, and it might not even be particularly uncomfortable. Be careless, and suddenly pointy rocks are poking at your delicates. Rush it, and... Well, don't. Just don't. Much painful, very ouch.

Aria found that the Mutatio form had its own set of challenges, requiring careful consideration when navigating through the forest. The shifting process was slow, yet necessary for her journey, but also brought vulnerability, as sudden movements could cause pain and injury. The study focused on understanding the balance of adapting to the environment and being aware of potential hazards while exploring the unknown.

END OF SESSION

MANUALLY REWORKED SCENE:

The sun was just about threatening to dip below the horizon when Aria arrived at the edge of the Kennit Forest, her massive wagon form trundling along the barren, rocky landscape.

The heat was oppressive - or it would be, as soon as she reverted back to her human form: she was really not looking forward to that - and the rocky terrain was far from ideal for her massive wagon form, the wheels straining under the weight. Still better than trying to follow the river, mind. It was one thing to be a lithe light vehicle, towing Gideon's massive barge form, but in her current shape... Yeah, no.

The "forest" was not quite what the name suggested: it was more like a narrow patch of woods stretching along the Verge'en river than a dense and impenetrable mass of foliage.

Which made it easier for Aria to find an open area where the trees thinned, close to the riverbank, to park herself and begin the laborious process of unloading her cargo onto the rocky surface.

Even in her wagon form, the journey had been tiring, with occasional stops or detours to avoid obstacles or, to her shame, adjust weight distribution.

It's not easy, being a cargo wagon, okay?

Also, monotonous. You see one stretch of rock and sand, you see them all. And Aria had seen them all, gods help her.

The natural beauty of the forest surrounding her was a welcome change of pace. The trees reaching skyward, the occasional wildlife calling out in the distance... The sound of the river... It was surprisingly peaceful.

Aria felt a pang of loss at the memories of her fath- Mentor! Mentor. Gideon had been her mentor, nothing more.

...she missed the old cot.

It felt surprisingly lonely - okay, no, not surprisingly. She was alone, of course it was lonely, but she never truly realized how much she missed the companionship until... Nevermind.

Good thing inanimate objects can't cry. She had been travelling alone for two days now. It... Wasn't ideal.

Maybe she should ask somebody to come with her, next time? She never had anybody inside her before, but surely it couldn't be that- NOT LIKE THAT! Ugh.

She meant, she never had anybody ride her before.

...

She never had a passenger in her wagon.

...

Why does everything sound like sexual innuendo?

Omnia munda mundis, Aria, omnia munda mundis. As the old cot would say.

So, anyway. Time to dump her load.

...

The gods hated her. There was no other explanation.

Tweaking her axles and wheels, Aria slowly lowered herself to the rocky surface. Slowly, she thinned her bottom, readying herself to... Okay, do NOT think about bowel movements.

The weight of her cargo eventually became too heavy for her thinned bottom plate to hold, and a small part of her broke off. As she often did, she spent a moment being thankful that Mutatio forms only feel pain in very few, very specific circumstances.

She really missed the old cot.

POST-CHAPTER COMMENTS:

1. So, we start off strong... Well, maybe not so strong... Okay, Epsilon, listen...

2. The list. Oh, the list... I was tempted to name the chapter "Ik Ken Niet". Seriously. It gives away the joke, but I literally gave it away last chapter (for those who read the spoilers, anyway), so.

3. Keen readers may have noticed, at this point, I am occasionally having Epsilon say the same thing thrice. This is because it makes it easier for me to find a paragraph that doesn't mention a journey, a testament, excitement, a sense of possibility, or adventure, and maybe, just maybe, doesn't sound like it's the end of the entire story. The English majors in the audience will swiftly point out that "easier" is not the same as "easy". Sai (sigh).

4. Apparently there is in fact, escaping the innuendos. Godsdammit Epsilon, Y U so prudish? Donker. Insert innuendo here for the remantrugiated scene. (What? Mantrugiated is not an English word? Well, mantrugiato is not an Italian word either, what's your point?)

5. That was an honest to dog braino. I meant to write "ten paragraphs". I wonder if I can make Epsilon write some grimderp. It's just so... Fluffy. Wait.. .I can!

6. ...I really, really can't.

7. Aria has weapons. I... Actually hadn't considered that. At the very least, she should have a knife for utility. Then again, she can turn her skin into, effectively, metal. What kind of predator, exactly, should she fear?

8. Aren't we forgetting something?

9. We are, and epsilon isn't. This is when you want a new session, possibly with a tweaked prompt file.

10. Nope. White flag is raised, assumptions are makened, things and stuff. Session ends here.

BILINGUAL BONUS:

Yes, my Dutch friends, the Verge'en river waters the Kennit forest. I am not sorry. Find somebody to fund a new Ongezellig season on YT and I'll stop (insert emoji here).