she was soft like
a beef jerky.
Sharper. Sleek. Dark hair, joke choked eyes.
She floated several feet above the ground, her slender form gentle
a cat before its prey.
batteries filled, and wanting more.
Wild animals get bored easily.
I heard her purring
She likes it when you give her
energy coordinated perfectly with velocity & direction
I looked at her and felt a chill.
use of the tombstone
as a pillow. Lady Luck struck again.
to once and for
all call my bluff.
Source: several short and long texts by Octavia Butler (1.2 MB)
Method: GPT-2 text generation, 320 samples 250-500 length temperature 0.5-1.5, cut up