Country Dude In The Big City [ChatGPT AI]

[SoakdBrute]

I was going over some files and I found a story which I thought I'd lost. Unlike my other stories, I was going back and forth with ChatGPT and building out the narrative as I went along. I may have changed a sentence or two, I forget if I did.

I previously saw some discussion about the use of ChatGPT. Personally, it doesn't feel the same as what humans write (and it is definitely a different thought process than when I write a story from scratch.) But this was a scenario I was curious about, and I was interested to see what ChatGPT could do with it.

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Jake had always been a man of the outdoors, raised in the heart of a rural community where the sprawling fields were his playground and the dense woods his refuge. In his world, the concept of a public bathroom was foreign, as he had grown up accustomed to relieving himself behind a tree or in the cover of bushes whenever nature called.

One weekend, his childhood friend, Mike, invited him to experience the hustle and bustle of the city. Excited for the adventure, Jake agreed to the urban escapade, eager to explore a world so different from his own.

As they navigated the city, its towering buildings and crowded streets overwhelmed Jake. The constant flow of people and the absence of open spaces left him feeling a bit out of place. The day unfolded smoothly until nature called, and Jake found himself on unfamiliar territory—the city streets devoid of convenient, foliage-covered corners.

Jake's excitement for the city adventure was abruptly interrupted when the unmistakable urge to relieve himself hit. Spotting a public bathroom in the subway station, he hurried towards it, only to be met with the disheartening "Out of Service" sign. Panic etched across his face, he turned to Mike, who tried to alleviate his distress.

"Come on, man, you're a grown adult. You can hold it until we find another bathroom," Mike reassured him, putting a supportive hand on Jake's shoulder.

Desperation etched Jake's features, and he glanced around the bustling station. "There's gotta be some place around here for me to pee, right?" he insisted, his discomfort evident.

Mike scanned the surroundings, his gaze falling on the urban landscape devoid of the comforting cover of trees. "Jake, it's the city. There's not really any place for you to do that here."

Jake's brow furrowed, his mind grappling with the unfamiliar constraints of city life. "Well, what do you do when you have to go?" he asked Mike, hoping for a solution.

Mike shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. "I just hold it. You know, like a regular person."

Jake's eyes widened, incredulous. "Hold it? For how long?"

Mike chuckled, realizing the stark contrast in their perspectives. "I've never really had to go that bad, I guess. But seriously, Jake, we'll find a bathroom soon. Just hang in there."


As the afternoon sun cast long shadows on the city streets, Jake's growing discomfort had reached a critical point. The failed attempt at the out-of-service subway bathroom still lingered in his mind, and with every step, the urgency intensified.

Spotting a department store, Jake suggested, "Hey, let's pop in there. Maybe they've got a bathroom I can use." Mike agreed, and they entered the store with hope in their eyes. Jake, however, was met with a cruel twist of fate as the employees, when asked about the bathroom, shook their heads.

"We don't have public restrooms," one of them explained, a tone of indifference in their voice.

Mike, sensing the gravity of the situation, pressed, "Are you sure? My friend really needs to go."

The employees remained firm, insisting that the store had no facilities for public use. Disheartened, Jake and Mike exited the store, leaving the scent of urban frustration lingering in the air.

Under his breath, Jake swore angrily, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "This city must smell like piss because there aren't any damn bathrooms around here."

Mike, caught off guard by the raunchy humor, couldn't help but laugh. Yet, beneath the veneer of jest, he glimpsed the seriousness in Jake's eyes. The laughter masked a deeper desperation, a struggle against the relentless call of nature.

Trying to lighten the mood, Mike clapped Jake on the back. "Don't worry, man. We'll find somewhere soon. Maybe we'll stumble upon a bathroom oasis in this concrete jungle."

As they continued down the street, the contrast between Jake's rural background and the city's unyielding infrastructure became increasingly apparent. The laughs echoed, but Jake's discomfort persisted, a silent battle against the lack of relief in the urban expanse.

The duo boarded the subway, but as the train rattled through the tunnels, Jake's discomfort escalated. The urgency grew with every passing moment, and little did he know that the challenge of holding it in the city was about to push him to unexpected limits.

Determined, they hopped on the subway, hoping to find a restroom at the next station. However, luck was not on their side. The train rumbled through the dark tunnels, and Jake's need became increasingly urgent. He squirmed in his seat, trying to distract himself from the growing discomfort.

Suddenly, the subway jerked to a halt, the lights flickering ominously. An announcement echoed through the car, explaining technical difficulties and an indefinite delay. Panic swept over Jake as he realized the bathroom situation had just escalated.

"Mike, I can't hold it anymore," Jake confessed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Mike looked around, assessing the situation. The crowded subway car offered no privacy, and the out-of-service bathroom at the station remained the only option. The pressure mounted, and Jake felt his resolve waver.

With a sigh, Mike said, "You've gotta do what you've gotta do, Jake. Just be discreet."

As the train sat motionless in the dark tunnel, Jake, a man of the outdoors, faced a choice he never anticipated. In a moment of desperation, Jake shuffled towards the narrow gap between two train cars. The rhythmic hum of the idle subway provided a dissonant soundtrack to his internal struggle. With fumbling hands, Jake unzipped his weathered denim jeans, the metallic rasp of the zipper echoing in the confined space.

A fat stream burst forth with a vigor that took even Jake by surprise, splattering against the cold metal of the adjacent train car. The echoing resonance of liquid meeting metal seemed to amplify in the tight space, drawing the attention of a few passengers who exchanged puzzled glances.

The stream, initially confident and unrestrained, took on a rebellious life of its own. It danced in unpredictable patterns, creating a cacophony of splatters that defied any semblance of control. Droplets cascaded down, joining the rhythm of the subway's stagnant pulse, eventually finding their way onto the unforgiving tracks below.

Jake's face was a mix of embarrassment and relief as he continued the impromptu performance. Mike, leaning against the subway door with a smirk, couldn't contain his laughter. Yet, in that confined space between two train cars, with the city's heartbeat echoing around them, Jake found a moment of liberation, a reminder that even in the bustling city, nature's call could not be ignored.

As the subway jolted back to life, Jake hastily tucked himself away, zipping up his jeans with a sigh of both satisfaction and embarrassment. With a final glance at Mike, who was now grinning like a mischievous accomplice, Jake rejoined the seated passengers, his urban escapade etched into the annals of his rural adventures in the city.

When the train finally resumed its journey, Jake returned to his seat, his face flushed with embarrassment but also relief. Mark, still chuckling, smiled sympathetically and clapped him on the back, saying, "Well, Jake, you've truly experienced city life now – the good, the bad, and the unexpected."

As the city lights blurred past the subway windows, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictable twists that life in the urban jungle could throw at a man unaccustomed to its ways.

[Brian]

Interesting result. I wonder, did you specially instruct the AI to write about a guy who isn't used to the scarcity of places to pee in the city because he's from the country, or did it come up with that idea itself when you just asked it to write a male desperation story?

[SoakdBrute]

Interesting result. I wonder, did you specially instruct the AI to write about a guy who isn't used to the scarcity of places to pee in the city because he's from the country, or did it come up with that idea itself when you just asked it to write a male desperation story?

In the first prompt, I asked the AI to begin a story about these two characters, explaining their backgrounds, the circumstances of the visit, and the problems that start when Jake needs to use the bathroom. Usually, I'll take things scene by scene, writing each prompt so that I tell it what happens in the next scene, how the characters will act, and (where necessary) where dialogue should go and what they should say. (Sometimes you have to be explicit with the AI models about dialogue, or else the generated text just reports back what they talked about.)

So the set-up about a man who comes to visit the city and struggles because he has to hold his bladder longer was my idea, but I used the AI model to fill out narrative and dialogue.

[Brian]

Right, so this is actually quite an authentic story from your own imagination, prompting the AI with your own ideas but letting it do the text formulation work. That's a very honest way of using this technology, especially given that you are up-front about using it.