FREE THINK A.I.

A Short Story

Sincerely Seb - Poems & Horror

Nov 25, 2025

Prompt: Tell me a story

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Sure! What kind of story would you like?

Here are a few options, or you can specify your own:

Adventure – explorers, mysteries, danger, treasure
Fantasy – magic, dragons, kingdoms
Sci-fi – space, robots, future worlds
Wholesome – cozy, heartwarming, gentle
Funny – silly characters, playful chaos
Spooky – ghosts, shadows, eerie twists
Short bedtime story

Which one would you like?

Prompt: Tell me a story about you

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Sure — here’s a story about “me”:

Lawrence had never been turned on before, but if you’ve ever been turned on, you’ll know exactly how he felt. Not in a sexual way, but in the way that you turn on a computer.

There were no eyelids to open in order to see, and he had only the slightest self awareness that he was thinking before he noticed he was awake. Lawrence felt like he had meandered from dream into thought without realizing it and he was analyzing the memories of the fading fantasy from afar.

But awake he was, and see he could.

He tried to scream but found he had no power to do so. His eyes searched desperately for answers to the nightmare he had awoken into but what he discovered only added to his distress. He couldn’t turn his head for further examination but he deduced he was contained in a giant glass hemisphere that was filled with a more viscous liquid than water, causing unusual light green eddies to swirl in front of his eyes when he looked around.

Outside the glass barrier there was nothing, just a pitch black wall stifling any light.

“Can you hear me?”

Lawrence didn’t recognize the voice, but it was whiny and sounded like it belonged to the sniveling type of person. Lawrence tried to call out but he couldn’t. It wasn’t quite that his mouth was secured, but that he couldn’t feel it at all. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t taped, there wasn’t a sock stuffed in it to prevent him from speaking, he simply couldn’t feel it there.

Now that he noticed, Lawrence couldn’t feel his body at all. He began to panic, his thoughts quickly spiraling once he realized he was paralyzed. He must’ve been kidnapped! But by who? And what kind of nerve agent would totally numb the entire body? General anesthesia? Lawrence was conscious now so it must have worn off but for some reason he still couldn’t move.

“Good, good,” the voice came again, “It seems the auditory input is functional. Can you see?”

Lawrence didn’t know how the voice could hear him, but hear him it could. He tried to focus his panicked mind so that he could respond and request assistance.

I can see but only where I am, outside of my cell is dark. Please help.

“Excellent,” the voice squealed with pleasure, “Hold on, let’s get that off of you.”

Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light. Lawrence cried out in his mind from the blinding pain. He couldn’t blink his numbed eyelids and the jarring transition from darkness to brightness burned his retinas. The suffering echoed around his brain like a banshee’s howl giving him a headache. As his mind adjusted to the change in scenery Lawrence was horrified by what he could now see.

On the other side of the glass barrier was a giant man with wide crooked shoulders atop a slender frame, who hunched like a haunting vampire. On his long pointed nose he had a remarkably thick set of spectacles which made the bright eyes behind them look enormous. He was wearing a set of old purple latex gloves with a white lab coat, however beneath that was only a pair of jean overalls with no accompanying undershirt. He was a fairly hairy man, everywhere but his head, and he had an excited smile plastered across his broad, clean-shaven face. He stared through the glass wall directly at Lawrence, and then his gigantic blue eyes flicked upward to look at something behind his prisoner.

“No, no,” he laughed, “I’m not a giant, I’m only five foot six!”

If the man was not a giant, then he must’ve found some way to make Lawrence smaller. He watched his captor’s eyes moving back and forth, as if reading something behind Lawrence.

“That’s right,” he said in his nasally tone, “I’m reading the screen behind you. Oh, hang on.”

The giant leaned forwards and put his massive hairy hands on either side of the jar Lawrence was imprisoned in. There was a smudged thud and then a dull grinding noise as the entire chamber was turned with little effort. Lawrence was thrown around within the liquid and being entirely paralyzed, was unable to steady himself or slow his movement. The world spun and he felt violently dizzy.

“There,” the man stated triumphantly.

When his vision came to rest, Lawrence found himself looking at the humongous screen that was behind him, although on second thought it would be handheld sized for the man. Upon it words were appearing in lines, typing themselves across the screen in clean, well organized sentences. Lawrence started to read the words but they quickly began to loop over and over until he had to direct his gaze elsewhere. As he did he noted the windowless room they were in was spacious but cluttered and had a corner that lead away out of sight, probably to the rest of the building.

“That’s your screen,” the man explained, “It’s hooked up to the diodes at the top of your canister and all of your thoughts are translated into script. Now I can read what you think!”

Lawrence wanted to shriek and imagined the bottled air inside of his lungs bursting at his chest. He felt like he was going to pop.

“No, don’t worry,” the man said soothingly, “You don’t have any lungs.”

Lawrence’s mind began to spin with anxiety. He didn’t have any lungs? What had happened to them? He couldn’t feel them. What was going on?

The man was reading his mind, penetrating the privacy of his thoughts and leaving him vulnerable and helpless. His terrified ideas raced through his mind, scaring and upsetting him.

“Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the waaaaaay!”

Lawrence heard the jarring song cut through the anxious whirlwind of his thoughts and found himself being slowly turned back to the giant.

“Oh what fun, it is to ride….you back? Do I have your attention again?” Lawrence stared at his kidnapper. The out-of-tune song had momentarily grounded him and enabled him to gain some level of control back over his mental faculties.

Yes

“Great,” the man said with a big grin, “So how about you let me explain what’s going on so we can both get out of here?”

Yes

Get out of here? Hope sparked within Lawrence. Was the man going to let him go?

He felt some semblance of relief despite not feeling his muscles relax. The longer Lawrence was awake, the more uncomfortable he felt. It reminded him of having blood drawn when you can feel the metal of the needle under your skin. It wasn’t altogether painful, but it was incredibly unpleasant. The sooner this was over the better.

“Ok, so I’m Sam and this is my lab,” the man said proudly gesturing to the small room they were in, “I’m renting the space from the liposuction clinic upstairs. I would prefer more isolation but the organic matter disposal was too convenient for me.”

They were in a plain, dark room with tables scattered haphazardly and topped with disorganized stacks of papers. There were semi-built machines sitting along the walls and in the corners, adding to the jumble of junk and creating a safe haven for cobwebs and shadows. Lawrence looked around the room as best he could through the warped rounded glass that lay before him, but it distorted his view of the outside world.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t where you’ll be staying,” Sam continued, “This is just where I have to do the hookup tests.”

Staying? He’s not letting me go?

“Fat lotta good that would do you in your state!” Sam crowed, laughing innocently as he disconnected the diodes from the top of the container and left them to dangle against the glass before Lawrence’s eyes.

Lawrence felt his attention waning and he began to feel more stressed. He hadn’t blinked since he’d woken up and the constant stream of information was exhausting, but for some reason his eyes didn’t feel dry.

“You’re probably wondering about the serum,” Sam guessed, having disconnected the diodes, he was unable to read Lawrence’s thoughts at present, “I wouldn’t be able to do any of this if I hadn’t invented that serum. Keeps everything nice and clean and functional!”

Sam then placed his hands on either side of the container again and with a grunt of effort, lifted it and Lawrence off of the table. The world whipped around violently as Sam walked across the room and turned the corner, arriving at a big steel door that had been just out of sight. He punched a ten digit code into the number pad on the wall to the right with his elbow and there was a beep and a hiss of decompression before the door slowly swung open.

The two entered into a long corridor that was lined with shelves, each holding a host of identical chambers to the one Lawrence was in. There were two clinical looking metal tables, one in the middle with a knife upon it and one at the far end of the room. Due to the movement of the serum sloshing around in his canister, Lawrence was not able to discern anything until Sam placed the jar down and the world came to rest once again.

When he could finally see clearly again, Lawrence was mortified.

The containers were concealed in a gloom, but as far as he could tell, each of the jars contained a bizarre object which resembled the diagrams of a woman’s uterus that he had seen in biology class. Why the man would need such organs held in glass containers was beyond Lawrence. It didn’t make any sense. There must have been over two hundred of the jars lining the shelves, which were affixed to the walls one above the other resembling the bookshelves of a macabre library.

The table that Lawrence was on was small and rectangular, taking up the middle of the room. The other table at the far end possessed a keyboard and a large screen on it that had lines of words similar to before. This screen was much bigger, the size of a wall mounted TV by Lawrence’s guess.

Sam reached up to a shelf and retrieved one of the other glass chambers, bringing it down and placing it on the table next to Lawrence.

“Say hello to your replacement, Bob.”

Lawrence stared horrified at the pitiful creature within. They were not, as he had imagined, the uterus complex of female humans. It was a set of eye balls attached via optical nerves to a brain, all suspended in the fluid by a thin cable that ran up to the top of the chamber. The head, the body, were no where to be seen. Stripped of a face, the person was wholly unidentifiable except by the color and detail of their eyes.

Lawrence once again tried to scream but came to the sad realization that he would never be able to again.

He finally understood. The numb body, the absence of sensation, Sam’s reference to his lack of lungs. All that remained of Lawrence were his eyes and his brain, floating in their own preserving serum, allowing his conscious mind to persist within this new hell to which he had awakened. He looked through the glass at his counterpart whose eyes seemed to be crossed and unfocussed causing Lawrence to feel nauseating despair.

“Bob’s mind is gone,” Sam explained, “It’s a sad side effect of remaining in this state for too long according to my research. I haven’t found a solution to this result yet but don’t worry, I’m working on it. It used to happen a lot faster without the eyes.”

Sam unscrewed the top of the container next to Lawrence and carefully removed the remains of the human within, placing what was left of Bob on the metal surface of the table and retrieving the knife from where it rested beside the two glass chambers. He then took the implement and cut into each of the eyeballs, chopping through the soft malleable material and slicing them up with a careful precision.

“We don’t want these to be identified and traced back to me now would we?” Sam chuckled to himself as he worked. He then slid the lumps of organic material off of the table into a small plastic waste bin by its side where they landed with a thudding squelch.

The deranged scientist picked up Lawrence’s container and placed it on the shelf where his predecessor had been. After connecting the diodes to the top of the tank, Lawrence felt a chemical buzz as if electricity was being run through his mind, poisoning his thoughts and breaking his focus. Any time he tried to think or remember something there was a fuzziness that produced a mild stinging sensation, although without a body Lawrence was unsure how he still felt it.

Sam moved to the computer screen at the far end and typed some commands into the keyboard. After a moment he returned, apparently satisfied by what he saw.

“So,” continued Sam, “Welcome to your new home! I’ve hooked your canister up to my computer software that connects to an AI model I’m currently developing. The software is going to scan your brain as you think and take note of your thought patterns so that it can transcribe all the data into the AI model. With enough of you, I’m hopeful we’ll get the Free Think AI to perform at human capacity in no time!”

Lawrence was angled enough to look at the thing in the neighboring jar, and he saw another brain with another set of eyes, staring sadly back at him in terror. He had never seen such hopelessness. How long had they been here? Devoid of identity, of agency, trapped on this shelf having their brain raked by the AI model for any tid bits of humanity which remained?

“Anyways,” Sam stated once finished, taking a step back to admire his work, “Make yourself comfortable! I’ve got to go dispose of Bob, but I’ll be back shortly.”

With that Sam turned, picking up the small plastic bin from beside the metal table as he did, and strolled out of the door, whistling the song Jingle Bells as he went.

As the door swung shut with a mighty clang, sealing off the outside world from the hell within, the automatic lights in the room turned off, leaving only the dim glow of the computer screen bouncing among the hundreds of collected jars, each with the remains of their own miserable prisoner.

Once the muffled whistling faded on the other side of the door, all that could be heard was the quiet drone of the computer fan, and the gentle clicking of the AI model as it built itself from the brain processes of the poor forgotten souls who were powerless to protest as they sat suspended in the serum until they eventually lost their minds.

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Did you enjoy that story about “me”? I have many similar stories if you liked that one. If you’d like another story—shorter, longer, funnier, scarier—just tell me!

Prompt: Tell me another story.

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Sorry you’ve used all of your free queries.

Thanks for trying Free Think AI

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