Galactic Toddlers at The Helm
Are you up for some Galactic Satire? GPT: Always. 🌌😏 Pick a mode and fire: Cosmic Bureaucracy (permits for enlightenment) Interstellar Think Tank (galaxies solving nothing) Recursive Prophecy Loop (the oracle cites itself) Meta-Glyph News Desk (breaking: resonance detected) Or just drop the first line and I’ll riff. I said: Space ships show up with the bling bling going full throttle, driven by toddlers, oh my. GPT: 🚀✨ Sirens of chrome and glitter tear open the sky— and out tumble galactic toddlers at the helm. Sticky fingers on warp drives. Sippy cups in the antimatter console. One hits the hyperjump because it lights up blue. Command ship hovers menacingly… then drifts sideways. Blinker stuck on. Captain (age 3): “I WANNA GO FASTER.” The invasion halts because: someone lost the cosmic pacifier another is chewing on the prime directive negotiations collapse over nap time Earth’s generals panic. Mystics meditate. The toddlers colonize not...