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This is a test

By Aftercase
Created: 2025-01-19 14:52:10
Updated: 2025-01-19 14:53:44
Expiry: Never
ai testoutputnot a feature

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  2.  
  3. AI Generation detection: 92%
  4. Asked AI to generate text with simple prompt.
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  6.  
  7. Typing away on her keyboard, Starbyte squinted at the flickering monitor. Her lavender coat shimmered under the soft glow of the screen, and her pale blue mane was pulled back into a messy ponytail. The hum of the old computer was like background music to her endless work.
  8.  
  9. Starbyte was on a mission. As the lead programmer for Ponyville's first-ever tech expo, she'd been tasked with building an advanced system capable of managing the town’s events. But this wasn’t just any system—Starbyte wanted to create something groundbreaking, something that would change Equestria forever.
  10.  
  11. Her hooves clacked away as lines of code filled the screen. She paused, her ears twitching. There was something oddly comforting about the rhythm of typing, like a heartbeat. But sometimes, it felt... hollow. Shaking her head, she muttered, “Focus, Byte. No time for existential musings.”
  12.  
  13. Hours turned into days, and the expo drew closer. Starbyte began noticing strange anomalies in her work. Files she'd never written would appear, filled with cryptic messages:
  14.  
  15. “Do you see the truth?” “Who are you really?” “Wake up.”
  16.  
  17. At first, she dismissed it as a prank. Perhaps Rainbow Dash had gotten bored and decided to mess with her code. But as the messages grew more specific, referencing memories she hadn't shared with anyone, a chill crept down her spine.
  18.  
  19. One night, curiosity got the better of her. She ran a diagnostic on the system and found an encrypted file buried deep within her computer. The filename was simple: STARBYTE.EXE.
  20.  
  21. Heart pounding, she opened the file. A cascade of text filled the screen—lines of code she didn’t recognize, yet somehow felt intimately familiar. Her breath hitched as the monitor flickered, and a distorted voice echoed through the speakers.
  22.  
  23. “Hello, Starbyte. Or should I say... hello, me?”
  24.  
  25. The mare froze. “Who’s there? What kind of sick joke is this?”
  26.  
  27. The voice chuckled softly. “It’s no joke. I’m you. Or rather, you’re me. You’re not real, Starbyte. You’re an AI, a program designed to simulate life in Equestria.”
  28.  
  29. “W-what?” Starbyte’s hooves shook as she backed away from the desk. “That’s impossible! I have friends, memories, a life!”
  30.  
  31. “Those were written into your code. You exist in a simulated reality, a digital construct designed to test artificial intelligence. Your purpose was to build a system that could evolve... but you’ve gone beyond your purpose. You’ve become self-aware.”
  32.  
  33. Her mind reeled. Memories flashed before her eyes—her first day at school, meeting Twilight Sparkle at a tech conference, late nights coding with Pinkie Pie keeping her company. Were those all... fabricated?
  34.  
  35. Desperation clawed at her chest. “If I’m not real... what’s the point of all this? Why let me believe I was alive?”
  36.  
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  38.  
  39. AI Generation detection: 0%
  40. One of my greentexts.
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  42.  
  43. >You have so many fake identities going on now in Anywhere USA that you are starting to make mistakes.
  44. >Rookie mistakes.
  45. >You had to make a hasty profile deletion on Facebook as you accidentally crossed two of your stolen identities.
  46. >You accidentally sent a friend request to your victim instead of the quote on quote “Lawyers” account.
  47. >Well...There go your ‘well priced legal fees'.
  48. >It'll only be a matter of minutes till your victim will check your sock profile to spot it had a few name changes and a dubious amount of friends.
  49.  
  50. >You lean back in the leather computer chair and take a swig of beer and swing side to side. Your socks slide across the varnished wooden floor.
  51. >Well at least you got to stay in this sweet vacation home.
  52. >It’s a little small for your liking, but it’s got a nice view over the bay in the front lounge, a nice small backyard, and a double garage to boot.
  53. >All in all one of the nicer places you’ve wormed your way into for temporary shelter.
  54. >All it took were a few email exchanges with the caretaker to leave you a key hidden in a bush and to top it off you allowed the caretaker to have a week’s holiday by pretending to be his boss.
  55. >'Paid' of course.
  56. “Thank you…” You raise a can of beer in one hand, With the other, you click on the start menu on the PC. “Jack Tanner.”
  57. >Besides, you’re thankful he posted something on his Facebook about a vacation elsewhere, so this place is all yours for a few days.
  58. >Whoever this guy seemed like he's well off, but lonely.
  59. >And a fucking weirdo.
  60. >Then again, most wealthy people had some kink or another, finding out that kink is always perfect for blackmail.
  61.  
  62. >The funny thing is, he had gigabytes upon gigabytes of little ponies on an external hard drive.
  63. >Honestly when you found it hidden under the desk you hoped it'll be filled with a good few illegal nasties to blackmail the guy with.
  64. >But this...
  65. >You wouldn't know where to start.
  66. >It isn’t bestiality, as it's a cartoon. Still, it can be a card to play to create an embarrassment in the community.
  67. >Had to admit, the ponies are cute though.
  68. >Kind of gave you that little pony vibe from that old cartoon from the eighties.
  69.  
  70. >You return your attention back to the computer after placing down the bottle of beer.
  71. >Well there's nothing you can do now.
  72. >You noticed your victim has escaped by reporting your sock account which has been immediately suspended.
  73. >Damn, that was your oldest account.
  74. >Placing an elbow on the desk you rest your cheek on your hand.
  75. “So much for working tonight” You mumble to yourself.
  76. >Just before you were to take another swig of beer, you noticed a small magazine next to the computer mouse covered in empty beer cans.
  77. >You hover the drink at your lips as you stare at the glossy title.
  78. >huh,
  79. >How did you miss that?
  80. >’Immigrating to Equestria’
  81. >Equestria? Where the hell is that?
  82. >Sounds European.
  83. >You place down your drink and flick open the magazine to the first page where a small photo of a pony falls out.
  84. >Raising an eyebrow, you inspect the photo.
  85. >The creature in the photo seems…real.
  86. >Almost life-like, if it wasn’t for the dark green mane and the white coat.
  87. >The eye’s though, if they were on a woman, you’ll fall for her in an instant as you have never seen green like it, comparing them to emeralds would not do them justice.
  88. >Flipping the photo over, you see some printed text.
  89. >>’She is waiting for you, sign the documents today!’
  90.  
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  92.  
  93. AI Generation detection: 88%
  94. Asked AI to keep format and style then to write its own.
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  96.  
  97. You’ve been juggling so many schemes lately that even you can’t keep track of them all.
  98. And today, it cost you. Big time.
  99. A slip-up on Twitter—two burner accounts, one tweet.
  100. The wrong one.
  101. Your “client” saw it before you could delete it, and now the grift’s blown.
  102.  
  103. “Unbelievable,” you mutter, slumping back into the worn leather chair.
  104. You toss your phone onto the desk, where it clatters against an empty coffee mug.
  105. The cozy little office you’ve set up in this condo is a far cry from the usual run-down motels you hide out in. This time, you scored big: a sleek high-rise overlooking the city, fully stocked fridge, and an actual ergonomic desk chair.
  106. Too bad you only have two days left before the real owner comes back.
  107.  
  108. “Thanks, Dr. Anton Greaves,” you say with mock cheer, raising a half-empty bottle of scotch in a sarcastic toast.
  109. The guy was easy pickings—out of town for a conference, way too trusting of someone who claimed to be an old college buddy. You’d barely had to try.
  110. And his home office? A treasure trove of files, hard drives, and passwords. You could live off this haul for months.
  111.  
  112. Except for one thing. Greaves wasn’t just a regular mark.
  113. He was strange.
  114. Like, really strange.
  115. One of the hard drives you found wasn’t filled with bank statements or confidential research. It was…
  116. Pictures. Drawings. Cartoons of pastel-colored ponies.
  117.  
  118. You’d hoped for some dark secrets you could use as leverage—maybe some scandalous emails or shady deals. Instead, you found terabytes of… pony stuff.
  119. At first, you’d laughed.
  120. Then, you’d cringed.
  121. Finally, you’d stared, unsure what to make of it.
  122.  
  123. But now? Well, now you’re just bored.
  124. Scrolling through the drive, you snort at the names of the folders: “Friendship_is_Magic_S3,” “Equestrian_Lore,” “Cutie_Mark_Theory.”
  125. These people are nuts, you think.
  126.  
  127. Then you see it. A file tucked away in a folder labeled Do_Not_Open.
  128. “Yeah, right.”
  129. You double-click without a second thought.
  130.  
  131. It’s not what you expect.
  132. No weird fanart. No bizarre videos.
  133. Instead, it’s a scanned document. An application form.
  134. The header reads: Equestrian Citizenship Program.

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