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Inquisition
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: admit
“Bring in the accused,” the stern white-shouldered eagle in red robes and broad-brimmed red cardinal’s hat said in a carrying tone. The spectators quieted as two burly canines hustled the defendant into the dock with a rustling and clanking of the chains manacled to the accused’s wrists and ankles.
The lynx straightened up in the dock, adjusting the cuffs with a slight grimace of pain before favoring the assembly and the three prelates seated at the judicial bench with a contemptuous sneer. Despite his rumpled appearance, his clothes soiled and ragged and his fur ungroomed, he still managed to convey an attitude of superiority. “So,” he said in a raspy voice, “here we all are again.”
The eagle gaveled for order. “Order. The defendant will be silent, or he will be gagged again.”
The defendant smirked, muttering “Kinky” before lapsing into a sullen silence.
One of the bishops flanking the eagle offered him a sheet of paper. “To date, the defendant has been incarcerated for six months – “
“And I want to thank you,” the lynx said. “I’ve lost twenty pounds thanks to the diet you put me on. Never felt better in my life.”
“Silence,” and the cardinal clacked his beak meaningfully. “The question has been put to you repeatedly during that time – “
“I have a question for you,” the lynx suddenly said.
The eagle raised one eyebrow. “Oh, you do?”
“Yes. What kind of fool wears a hat like that?” Those in the audience who weren’t recording the proceedings with their phones paused in mid-meme, their social media accounts momentarily neglected. “Seriously, red with your color plumage . . . “
The gavel drowned him out, echoing through the chamber. “My appearance and clothing are not at issue here.”
“That’s good.”
“Your crime is what has kept you immured for so long.” The eagle set the page aside and leaned over the Bench. “Will you confess?”
The lynx looked from one side to the other as the silence lengthened until he was sure that everyone was paying attention. “Sure,” he said clearly. “I confess it – hell, I proclaim it! Yes! I used AI to write all my stories!”
The two canine bailiffs edged closer to the dock as pandemonium erupted in the chamber. Getting over his surprise, the eagle began gaveling and shouting for order. At length, things settled down and the eagle asked, “You confess your offense, that you used AI to write your stories?”
“I do.”
“Knowing what penalty this might incur?”
The lynx stood straight and defiant. “Yes.”
“Very well.” The eagle gaveled for order again. “This court finds you guilty of being a naughty person, and you are sentenced to be flogged mercilessly with foam bats before being hung upside down for three weeks.”
“Three weeks?” the defendant asked.
“Hopefully that will be long enough to let the blood run to your head again, and maybe nourish your brain and give you original ideas.” The gavel came down again. “Take him away.”
The audience applauded as the lynx was dragged away.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: admit
“Bring in the accused,” the stern white-shouldered eagle in red robes and broad-brimmed red cardinal’s hat said in a carrying tone. The spectators quieted as two burly canines hustled the defendant into the dock with a rustling and clanking of the chains manacled to the accused’s wrists and ankles.
The lynx straightened up in the dock, adjusting the cuffs with a slight grimace of pain before favoring the assembly and the three prelates seated at the judicial bench with a contemptuous sneer. Despite his rumpled appearance, his clothes soiled and ragged and his fur ungroomed, he still managed to convey an attitude of superiority. “So,” he said in a raspy voice, “here we all are again.”
The eagle gaveled for order. “Order. The defendant will be silent, or he will be gagged again.”
The defendant smirked, muttering “Kinky” before lapsing into a sullen silence.
One of the bishops flanking the eagle offered him a sheet of paper. “To date, the defendant has been incarcerated for six months – “
“And I want to thank you,” the lynx said. “I’ve lost twenty pounds thanks to the diet you put me on. Never felt better in my life.”
“Silence,” and the cardinal clacked his beak meaningfully. “The question has been put to you repeatedly during that time – “
“I have a question for you,” the lynx suddenly said.
The eagle raised one eyebrow. “Oh, you do?”
“Yes. What kind of fool wears a hat like that?” Those in the audience who weren’t recording the proceedings with their phones paused in mid-meme, their social media accounts momentarily neglected. “Seriously, red with your color plumage . . . “
The gavel drowned him out, echoing through the chamber. “My appearance and clothing are not at issue here.”
“That’s good.”
“Your crime is what has kept you immured for so long.” The eagle set the page aside and leaned over the Bench. “Will you confess?”
The lynx looked from one side to the other as the silence lengthened until he was sure that everyone was paying attention. “Sure,” he said clearly. “I confess it – hell, I proclaim it! Yes! I used AI to write all my stories!”
The two canine bailiffs edged closer to the dock as pandemonium erupted in the chamber. Getting over his surprise, the eagle began gaveling and shouting for order. At length, things settled down and the eagle asked, “You confess your offense, that you used AI to write your stories?”
“I do.”
“Knowing what penalty this might incur?”
The lynx stood straight and defiant. “Yes.”
“Very well.” The eagle gaveled for order again. “This court finds you guilty of being a naughty person, and you are sentenced to be flogged mercilessly with foam bats before being hung upside down for three weeks.”
“Three weeks?” the defendant asked.
“Hopefully that will be long enough to let the blood run to your head again, and maybe nourish your brain and give you original ideas.” The gavel came down again. “Take him away.”
The audience applauded as the lynx was dragged away.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Lynx
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Foam bats, and pool noodles for whips, yeah. Sell tickets to watch, to offset court costs. *grin*
Definitely a fun read!
Vrghr's been using Ai to help, but restricting it to grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc., and catching lapses in context like messing up names or terms. Rather like a glorified spell-checker. It seems to do reasonably well at that.
But it does have a rather funny quirk, wuff's found. Occasionally, it will suggest an edit, then immediately suggest setting it back to the way it was once the prior change is made. Then it asks to change it back again. Apparently the vagaries of the English language are still too much for even AI supercomputers to handle. *grin*
Definitely a fun read!
Vrghr's been using Ai to help, but restricting it to grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc., and catching lapses in context like messing up names or terms. Rather like a glorified spell-checker. It seems to do reasonably well at that.
But it does have a rather funny quirk, wuff's found. Occasionally, it will suggest an edit, then immediately suggest setting it back to the way it was once the prior change is made. Then it asks to change it back again. Apparently the vagaries of the English language are still too much for even AI supercomputers to handle. *grin*
*nods* I've tried using it to help OYrn's story in places. It often suggests ideas for the next scene or some additional context for existing text. Sometimes those spur new ideas for wuff, but rarely are they usable in their original forms. They rarely match my writing style, even if the idea is useful. So, as a source of inspiration, I'd give them a 4-5 out of 10 so far. As an actual writer, maybe a 2, perhaps 3. But as an editor, checking the punctuation, grammar, spelling, proper word usage, tense agreements, etc., on that, AI has been wonderful! 9 out of 10 so far.
"I'm sittin', flickin' chickens
and I'm looking through the pickins'
and suddenly these guys break down my walls
I didn't even know them
and they grabbed me by the scrotum
and they started playing ping pong with my balls
Oy, the agony
Ooh, the shame
To make my privates public for a game!"
and I'm looking through the pickins'
and suddenly these guys break down my walls
I didn't even know them
and they grabbed me by the scrotum
and they started playing ping pong with my balls
Oy, the agony
Ooh, the shame
To make my privates public for a game!"
That was a hoot, Walt! I'm curious what you think about people who use AI as a copy editor, not that I do, as should be obvious by my writing lol.
I can't say I haven't thought about it though, running a story through AI just to try and relax the frustrations of how much I dislike my own writing (though with my luck, the AI would make it worse).
I can't say I haven't thought about it though, running a story through AI just to try and relax the frustrations of how much I dislike my own writing (though with my luck, the AI would make it worse).
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